Split Ends (BBS×Reader)

9 (Vanoss)

Evan×Reader Heist!
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The guys followed Lui into Lesters office, him soon going into dialogue and telling us the plan,
His hair sticking up like crazy, "Two must go undercover, I suggest the charismatic."
Evan crossed his arms, "Who has the second highest?"
The boys all said theirs and I sighed, realising I'm going to be in the fire again, "Me."
Lester sat at his desk that sat in the corner of the room, "Once you figure out who that is, the rest of you will meet up with my boys. I can easily message you the details later." Our bodies took control of themselves and forced us to walk out of the room. Evan looked at me worried, "Blue?"
I looked up at him fromf the floor, "Yea?"
"Are you sure you can do this?"
I raised an eyebrow, "Of course,"
Cartoonz interuppted, "You two arent doing anything major anyways, nothing to worry about."
Delirious put a hand on Evans shoulder, "She is tough, she can handle it,"
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2 hours later
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Evans hand gripped onto my bicep, my legs dangling under me. My scream echoed around us, "Fuck-!"
Evan grimaced as he strained, his chest pressed against the floor of the helicopter. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, "I can't handle it," he shook his head, "No!" My hand arm started glitching, "Evan!"
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1 1/2 hours earlier
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I brushed off my dress, the fabric reaching my heels and a slit running close to my hip. Evan set a small timer on his phone, an hour, we need to distract them until the boys get what they need. They decided to not tell me what the details were, only for us to meet them in an hour. As we rode up to the mansion, its giant white columns looming over us, Evan handed me a pistol. I nodded, "Thanks," I quickly slid it into the holster of my leg that didnt have the slit. He smiled and parked the car, stepping out and opening the door for me. The worker walked up and Evan reluctantly handed him the keys, "Not a scratch." The other man nodded and got in the vehicle. As we made it inside the front doors, everyone on the floor turned to us, I gulped and felt my hands start to get clammy. Evans hand slid down my shoulder and sat on my waist, pulling me closer to his side. His hot breathe fanned over my neck and ear, "Just act natural," I bit my lip, trying to play the act of a significant other, and looked up at him from under my eyelashes, "Of course." Pink flushed his face and he coughed, "lets go," he led us forward, joining the crowd full of rich people.

Some of them I recognized,
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January Natasha Vasquez
Kwak
Anita Mendoza
Lacey Jonas
Samantha Muldoon
Poppy Mitchell
Mark Fosterburg
Tyler Dixon

They just happened to be some of the more memorable faces, I also recognized them from their appearences in the other GTA games. I devided to stay quiet, waiting for Evan to find our target to distract. Suddenly I felt his arm pull me to the left, making us cut through a crowd and stand infront of the man. The man smiled, "Mr. Shaun, nice to finally meet the legend." Evan smiled and shook his hand, "Mr. Dixon,"

Tyler nodded and sipped his alcohol, "Who is the dame?"
I forgot who he was talking about until i noticed him staring at me. I cleared my throat and made sure to bite my lip, looking at him under my lashes to crank up my charisma, "Mrs. Shaun," Evan tightened his arm around me and Tyler nodded, "A married man! What happened to the last?"

We were meant to pose as someone on the guest list, unknowing that Dixon knew the person personally.
Evan shrugged, "What other woman?" He winked at Dixon as if giving him a signal. Evans charisma effected me and I nearly believed him as if he was truly said Mr. Shaun.

Tyler Dixon laughed loudly and clapped a hand on Evans shoulder, "If we could all forget her that easy,"
I nervously chuckled along, watching as Evans charm tricked Tyler into false security, making him think he was truly one of his friends. It amazed me. I felt myself get hot in the cheeks as I found the mission side of him quite attractive. I quickly grabbed a martini off of the nearest tray that walked by, trying to think of something else.