Gamble.

11.

Things had gotten rather busy with the Misfits. Cam, Jay, and Y/n were all in charge of running the drug and alcohol imports and exports. Matt had went back to school to finish his doctorates and Mason just kept being the bandit thug that he always was. Toby was doing his regular spy work and wanted to show Eric the ropes and give him something to do. Everyone was busy, everyday.

Cam and Y/n had very little to no time alone during the day, and by the time they were done with work, they were both exhausted and just slept together, barely getting any conversation in.

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That night, Y/n came home from the casino and kicked off her shoes. She looked up and furrowed her eyebrows. All the lights were turned off, which was very odd as at least the LED strip lights would be on if desk lamps were turned off.

"Hello?" She called out, and recieved no response. She walked around and checked everyone's rooms. All of them were empty.

"Where the hell is everyone?" She muttered and dragged her cellphone out of her purse, dialing Fitz's number. It rang. Went to voicemail. So she called Mason. Rang, voicemail. Eric; rang; voicemail.

She went through everyones numbers and they all went to voicemail. She left very concerned messages and turned off her phone. Standing there, her body was wrecked with panic. What if she had been abandoned? What if they decided to leave her because they didn't like her anymore? Tears streamed down her face as her mind clouded with thoughts of paranoia.

Then she heard the click of a gun being loaded and pointed to her head.

"Don't move, listen to me and obey, and I won't shoot you down right where you're standing." A familiar feminine voice demanded and Y/n's eyes widened.

"W-Where are my friends..." Y/n croaked out.

"We have them. They put up a tough fight but, we managed to get all five of your buddies." The voice noted.

Five? Y/n immediately calmed down and smirked.

"Turn around, quickly." The voice ordered and she listened, turning around on her heels. She was met face to face with someone she never wanted to see again.

"It's been too long little sister." The girl standing in front of Y/n aiming the gun between her eyes spoke.

"What do you want from me?" She asked curiously.

"Come home. Leave your gang and come home. Mom misses you." She replied and looked at her.

"I'm not surprised Dad wouldn't miss me."

"Dad's dead." Her sister snapped quickly at Y/n's remark. Her eyes widened and took a step closer to her sister.

"What? When did he-, how did he-..." She trailed off.

"Got shot by a prostitute, right in the chest. This was last month." She explained and Y/n just stared at the wall. She hated her family, but for some reason she felt pain upon hearing this.

"Anywho, mom wants you back home, where you belong. Also, she doesn't want you dating that tall freak so you're gonna have to cut that off. "

"No." Y/n snarled angrily.

"Excuse me?" Venom spilled from her sisters tone of voice.

"I said, no." She repeated herself, right as her sister turned the safety off her pistol and linked her finger to the trigger.

Y/n dipped, dodging the first bullet her sister fired a few seconds before, grabbing her sisters wrist, pulling the gun away from her and punching her in the face. Her sister let out a scream and stepped back. She lunged forwards and grabbed Y/n's shoulders, punching her face as well.

Y/n head butted her sister and knocked her down onto the ground. Stepping on her chest she took thr gun she grabbed from her earlier.

"Go home. Release my friends, and tell mom and everyone else in the family they can fuck off." She said, her sister nodded with a scared expression on her face. She released her foot off her sister and kicked her in the side.

"Leave." she spat and watched her sister scrambled to run out of the door. Looking down at the gun she turned the safety on and put it away in the safe in the kitchen.

She pulled her phone out and dialed a number. Hoping that he would pick up this time, and he did...

"Oi cunt, what's up?" A familiar male voice erupted from the speaker of the phone.

A breath of relief left Y/n's chest.

"Mason..."

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author's note

oop sorry for the wait. im gonna take breaks in between chapters so i have more time for creative thinking. i feel like this chapter is lacking a bit so ill try my best to fill in some more plot in the next few chapters.

writers block is a bitch.

also; fitz's beard? i think: yes.

also im sorry that fight was L A M E i dont know how to write fight scenes.