Taming the Wolf (Jacob Frye x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Affection from a Gang Lord, 32 (1/2)

Y/n awoke tied to a rickety, uncomfortable, wooden chair.  She winced when she opened her eyes, the light around her was blinding.  "What the hell?"  She croaked, squinting her eyes to try to spy out any threats.  "Y/n, you're awake."  A voice observed, but Y/n didn't quite recognize it.  It could've been Rebecca or Shan, or maybe the asshole Troy.  "This again?  Christ, I thought I meant more than this.  Ya'll ought to try being tied to a chair sometime...it fuckin' hurts."

Her gaze was still unfocused and blurry, but she could see shapes.  There were two industrial lights aimed towards her from either corner of the room.  Activating her hidden blade as quietly as possible, she began to cut the ropes binding into her wrists.  To make a distraction, she simply asked as many stupid questions she could think of.  

"Who the heck is Troy Se'Journ and why was he after me, Hastings, Crane?"  She decided to use their last names.  She heard a female voice respond.  "Troy here is a good friend of ours...and he knew how to take you down a notch so that worked."  Y/n growled at the memory of her capture, the ropes were already slipping off her wrists.  She caught them before they fell, and tucked them quietly behind herself in between her lower back and the chair.  Retracting the blade in the process, she started smiling softly, thinking about what she wanted to do next.  "Beccs, we should set up the Animus...keep her busy, you know?"  Shaun said, leaving the room with Rebecca.

Now it was only Troy and Y/n.  "Why do you keep running off?  The other two told me about the other...episodes.."  Troy asked, trying his best to strike up conversation with a mentally unstable assassin.  "Because I want to be alone.  I want to just live my life.  Simple, really."  Troy was shifting his weight nervously,  causing Y/n to immediately start searching him for anything he could use against her.  The blonde seemed to notice, as he took a step back thinking she was having an anxiety attack.  This, however, gave her the perfect opportunity had it been any other person.  She simply needed to bide her time until she could find the best time to strike.  

"Are....Are you okay?  I didn't really have a chance to ask earlier...since you were...well, aggressive."  Y/n hissed, recoiling slightly in her seat.  "Jesus Christ your ALL just freaking retards, aren't ya??"  Her anger suddenly skyrocketed, and she simply wanted to kill him.  "If you haven't noticed yet, I'm just dandy.  So why don't you go worry your little head somewhere else?  Or I could do it for you...a little decapitation never hurt nobody."  Y/n growled, holding back a strong instinct to just kill Troy on the spot.  "Hey, calm down, now!  I didn't mean any harm!"  Y/n snorted, rolling her eyes.  "Just go,  not like I can go anywhere with these ropes tying me here."  Grumbling, she watched him for a moment, Troy thought for a moment, but before he could answer, Rebecca called from a different room.  "Animus is ready!"  Troy sighed, finally walking out of the room and to wherever the others were.  Taking her chance, Y/n stood, carefully making her way to a hatch in the ceiling.  There was a storage attic,  filled with God knows what.

She ran up the wall and pulled herself into the storage space.  She crawled over some boxes and obstacles, heading to the far corner next to a small hole in the roofing.  The hole was just big enough to fit her through as she climbed onto the roof.  Y/n let out a long sigh, if she couldn't leave to be alone, so be it.  She would find her own way to be alone.

"Wha- Where did she go?"  Troy wondered aloud,  not to anyone in particular.  Y/n was sitting on the peak of the warehouse roof, hidden from sight by a tree's shadow being cast by the moon overhead.  "Y/n!"  The others called, trying to find the apparently 'missing' female.  Little did they know she was on the roof, enjoying the chill night air without interruption.  The others started searching the other rooms, until they too discovered the hatch in the ceiling.  By this time, Y/n had already climbed down and was inside again, standing next to the Animus patiently.  She chuckled, purposefully making enough noise to gather Shaun's attention as he past by the door.  "How did you-?!"  She waved him off, laying down in the Animus and submitting.

The Thames was a murky, dark, swirling death trap to whomever was brave --or foolish -- enough to dive in.  The Wolf was sitting by the window of her temporary room in the inn, watching some scruffy adolescents dare each other to dive headfirst into the Thames.  It pained her when two of them dive in at once...only for one of the  to resurface and the other to be swept away into the depths.  The group sat in shock, before frantically trying to rescue their friend who was already too far under the water.  Another one fell in and was quickly killed by a steam-powered boat as it ran the poor dear over.  

Just because the group of friends wanted some challenging and risky fun, two of them were killed..

Y/n sighed, walking out of the room and paying the owner of the inn.  She stepped out, walking directly over to the young teens.  "They're gone, Ryan..."  One of the teens said, glancing at his friend.  The friend replied with a curt nod.  "You ought to back away from the water."  Y/n said, startling the two.  "Sorry...we were just playing a-a game and they were swept under-"  They began to explain, but Y/n interrupted them with a shrug.  "Saw the whole thing, kiddo.  Run along now, go home before the police are here."  The two boys paled, gulped and both set off in a full sprint.  One of them was clutching a woman's necklace, the other a blue flatcap.  Must've been their friends items..  Y/n thought, setting off towards a shop.  She needed so restock on a couple of things.  She walks by a couple of Rooks, who tried to tail her.  She lead the two Rooks through winding alleyway and random turns to make them lose their bearings.  Soon, the pair had lost sight of Y/n.  "Can I help you?"  The Wolf said, walking up behind the two Rooks in a dark alleyway.  For some odd reason, fog began to roll in at this exact moment.  The pair was quiet, fear growing larger by the second.  "You seem awfully bent on trying to follow me.  So, I'll make this brief.  Can I help you or are you wasting my time?"  Y/n said, tilting her head and taking a slow, deliberate step forward, causing the Rooks to abandon any and all bravery and cower against the wall.  That was, until their leader showed up, signaling for them to leave.  

"There's my favorite terror of the night!  Been looking all over for you!"  Jacob said, spreading his arms for a hug.  Y/n stopped, looking at him with an expression that said '404, Emotion Not Found'.  "Can I hug you or are you going to stab me?"  Jacob asked,  watching Y/n for any sign of discomfort or aggression.  "Fine...only because your comfy, though."  The Wolf said, opening her arms hesitantly before being nearly squeezed to death by an enthusiastic Jacob.  It did feel nice, getting a hug from someone.  But she didn't  understand why she also wanted to stab him twenty eight times..

"Something wrong, Love?"  He asked, noticing the conflicted look on Y/n's face.  She shrugged and returned the hug.  

This time, with no ill-intentions.