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Jack Wilder | Now You See Me

CAGED DEVIL [2/2]

Requested by: CathyRob

Origin: Now You See Me

Genre: ❤

Warnings: None

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This is bad.
How could this happen.

My glare angry as I look at my picture on the screen.

"The fifth horseman! The escape artist who disappeared from a state of the art American prison!"

As the spot light fell on me, I ran.

Pushing through people I made it to the employee corridors, quickly running out to the back of the building. Our fail-safe was to be that the four of them would run to the roof, whilst I head out back, they would fall into the back of a van and I'd be ready to drive off with them.

I got out to the alley and ran to the van, as I rounded the bonnet to the drivers side I see another van, with the four horseman in the back; knocked out.

A firey rage sets inside me when I notice Jack and Lula, how dare someone try to kidnap them. The driver of the clone truck approaches me.

Running a hand through my [H/c] hair, taking a moment to fuel my temper into the glare I send him as I role up my sleeves. Muscles and tattoos on show, intimidation level 100.

(I'm trying okay, you has the muscle and the tattoos cause you went to jail, this is stereotyping, go with it)

I dodge the guys left hook, idiot, now I know his weak side. I swing for his right side, hitting his abdomen. As he's on the floor I go to kick his gut, however, a hard metal item is hit against the back of my head, knocking me out cold.

Jack's POV

This arsehole!

We get walked through the casino, [Y/n] no where in sight.

Riding in the lift, Lula being the only one to talk.

"Do you ever just think that maybe the eye will swoop in last minute and save us, and we'll be like, yesss, just in the nick of time. And we'll all celebrate? No? Or maybe [Y/n], and it'll be all cool and badass! Okay..."

The elevator door opened and there was this Harry potter looking freak, except he couldn't do magic. He rambled on till the point where he wanted us to steal something for him.

"No way, I'm not doing anything without Dylan's say so."

"Well Dylan isn't here and... I had something... oh yes! If you say no I'll kill him!" Walter cheered, pointing to a corridor. Two body guards came out dragging a shirtless and bloodied [Y/n].

A gun was the aimed at his head.

"Hey! Woah, stop!" Lula shouted, attempting to move forward with me, but that resulted in the gun man getting a little closer the [h/c]-ette's head.

I froze, my chest restricting. Is he even breathing? My unasked question was answered when he lifted his head and sent a chilling glare towards Walter.

"Pussy can't even do it himself." His voice was rough and rather attractive. His face bloodied and bruised. Dammit stop thinking like that! This is serious!

"Fine! Fine, we'll do it!" Atlas said, the rest of us still sceptical, but agreeing anyway.

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At the magic shop, we went over the plan to break into the facility.

Lula was flirting with [Y/n], he was joining in.

My annoyance was clear.

Finally everyone had finished and went around the store to do their own thing.

I walked over to [Y/n], he was still shirtless and his wounds were still bleeding a bit. He was watching a white mouse navigate it's way around a small maze with a glass roof.

"Hey." I said in a soft voice, he flinched a little, I've been told he has some bad reflexes.

"Hey." He answers, turning to me, but his [E/C] eye's were downcast.

"I haven't really got to speak to you yet and I just wanted to say-"

"You don't have to say anything. Your letters were enough, I don't blame you Jack." He looks at me, depressed, tired and... longing?

I take a step forward, he flinched again, but remains in place. I place a hand on his bicep, and then my other on his other arm. He can tell I'm being cautious. A small scowl appears on his face when realising this, I can't help but admit I'm a little scared at what he may do. He grabs my waist and shoves me forward into him, his tall stature having to lean down when he places his head in the crook of my neck. Almost instantaneously, my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

"I missed you." He mumbles, the vibrations of his voice tickling my neck.

"I missed you too... so much." I whisper by his ear, squeezing my arms a little tighter. He does to same.

The fifth horseman, back with the team.

My devil, back in my arms.

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