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When you moved to Los Santos, you knew about the dangers of the part you moved to. But rent was cheap, work was everywhere and since your aunt died, you were on your own again.
Moving back to Los Santos was probably the best I could...
My thoughts abruptly got to an end when I got tacked on the ground, and I let out a soft screech. When I opened my eyes a shirtless man was on top of me, looking at me furiously. I don't recognise him, but he kinda reminds me of that owl guy. "What the fuck are you doing" he growled, and I realised that that voice was the same as owl mask, and my eyes widened. I also got really aware of the position we're in, he's laying on top of me, trapping me between his hands while his legs are between my legs, and I started to blush a dark crimson. "I-I was just h-hungry so I went.. I-I went to cook something" I stuttered, and his eyes softened. He had the prettiest chocolate brown eyes, and I slowly started drowning in them. There was a noticeable tension between us, and I bit my lip not knowing what to do. He stared at my lips when I did that, and the silence was unbearable.
The silence was broken by the sound of overcooking water, and it got both of us out of our trance. I hurried to the kitchen and lowered the heat. I felt the person's eyes burning onto me while I was putting the pasta on my plate, adding the pesto and cheese. I turned back to him, and saw he was squinting his eyes at me, as if he was expecting that I'd run out any given second. I just rolled my eyes and got a fork and a knife, as I digged into the warm pasta. "I'm not going to try to escape again, I'm just hungry" I said as I moved the delicious meal I had just prepared in my mouth. It's cooked perfectly, and what can I say? I'm a good cook.
Owl man didn't move, but I saw his eyes soften ever so slightly. I motioned to the pan, that still contained some pasta. "I have more, if you want to try. You just need to add some water from the pan I cooked the pasta in and add it to the pesto, wait let me do it-" I mumbled, as I got up and made him a plate. I didn't know how much parmesan he wanted so I just gave him the package when he sat down. I sat down next to him, and started eating. I watched curiously at how owl man took a bite, hoping he'd like it.
"This is really good!" he said, as he greedily went for another bite. I giggled and continued my own meal, happy that he liked it. "Thanks, owl man" I turned to me confused when I said that. "What, I don't know your name, so I just called you owl man. I could also call you hoodini or something, so be happy with owl man" He started laughing when I said hoodini and I joined him. "Hoodini! That's my magician name!", he wheezed. "Call me Vanoss" he then followed, with a bright smile. I haven't seen him smile once since I came here, and his smile was the cutest thing ever. Maybe getting kidnapped by this crazy gang wasn't the worst thing. I frowned when I thought that. No what are you thinking? They're still dangerous kidnappers! My thoughts started clashing. But they're not that bad! And also not that bad looking..
I quickly shook my head, trying to get the thoughts out of my head, when I noticed vanoss was staring at me. I turned to him, and raised an eyebrow, which caused him to look back at his plate. It was dark, but I swear I saw his cheeks glow a soft red. I smiled, and finished my meal, as did he. "I think this was the best 4 am meal I've ever had" he said, smirking. I just gave him a wink, and took his plate and placed it in the dishwasher. I sighed as I realised I had to get back to my cell, and vanoss seemed to notice. "You know, (y/n), tomorrow morning we'll talk with the whole group about where you're gonna sleep and stuff, because that cell isn't the best" I quickly turned around to him, my eyes sparkled with hope, and happiness. "Really?" I said hopeful. He just nodded, and before I realised what I was doing I gave him a big hug. "Thank you" I spoke soft, but loud enough for him to hear. I released him from the hug, and looked at him for a second, with a bright smile. He returned my smile as he left the room, presumably returning to his room to go back to sleep. I stood still for a second, before I too returned back to the cell.
When I entered the room I noticed the guy was still sound asleep in my bed, and I smiled. These people are weirdly nice for being one of the most dangerous gangs in Los Santos. I slipped back into the bed, and felt the man pulling me into an embrace almost immediately again. I smiled, as I snuggled back, feeling the warmth of his body radiating onto the cold one of mine. It didn't take long at all for me to fall into a deep, comfortable slumber on the harsh, uncomfortable bed.
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