|♠️~P•R•E•Y~♥️| (Legosi x reader x Louis)

Chapter 1

"C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!" I say, giving a light button mash as I was desperate to win this round. I have been losing a lot today for some reason, my mind on something else but this time I was paying all my attention to the game. Making all sorts of combos and special moves that the characters could do. Eventually, the screen then showed a 'You Win' and made me cheer in absolute victory. Sighing happily as I lean back on my bed, still feeling proud of myself as I smile a little bit, feeling very happy.

I then heard the front door being messed with, it must be Rick coming back from a party completely wasted and forgot his house keys. This happens a lot of the time. I sigh as I stand up, putting on some shorts since I was just in a tank top and underwear and went to the door. I unlocked and opened it as in walked a stumbling drunk polar bear. "Hey [Y/N]! Thanks for letting me back in the house!" "I had to, you would've kept knocking if I hadn't." I reply as I help you stumble over and lay on the couch, which was hard from the size difference.

"Yeah yeah, you know you love me, babe." He said as he felt around his jacket, pulling out a chopped up raw steak that he got from the black market. Ah yes, the black market. A place predators go to satisfy their taste for meat, apparently keeps them from actually attacking. Rick goes and buys some meat every other week, still makes me nervous in case he doesn't have enough to buy them anymore. Meat keeps getting more and more expensive I hear, for some it's costing their rent money.

I just hope that Rick doesn't lose control, as he was really the one I could depend on and I kind of started a deep friendship with him. "I just tolerate you, sadly love is out of the building of my heart. Now we should get you to bed." "Fine, but can you put these in the freezer?" Rick then took out more wrapped up meat that was hidden in his jacket, I'm lucky he owns a very money grabbing beverage company. Is it important that he owns Coca-Cola? I'm just happy he has enough money to pay the bills whenever I can't.

"These are Thornrock's latest ones!" Rick explained to me, the Thronrock company was known for its expensive and amazing taste of meat. Seriously, the company was its own mafia. "Oh, and here's something for you to consider." He then pulled out a very small piece of paper, handing it over to me along with all the thick chunks of meat that was very heavily to me making me rush over to the kitchen. I used my teeth to open the freezer since my hands were full.

I shoved all of the meat inside and quickly shut it, huffing a little bit from all of that weight. I then looked at the piece of paper I was still holding, it was an assistant position for Mister Thornrock himself. Apparently he needed someone to keep track of everything. It could be a great opportunity for me, it was already a multi-million company. Maybe I should rest on it before making a final decision. I then head back to my room, walking past a dead asleep polar bear. I lay in my bed, the paper on the nightstand, letting my body drift off to sleep.

When morning arrived, I was rudely interrupted by Rick violently shaking me. "Wakey wakey, little assistant! You need to be early!" I groaned, squinting my eyes at the annoying polar bear. "I haven't even called them yet. And what makes you think I want to work there." "Uh, you can get me free meat while getting paid, duh! Now get your lazy ass in gear!" Rick said as he pulled me around, making me take a shower, design my hair, put on makeup, and even dared to make me wear a dress! Oh he definitely owed me big time! But it is worth the money.

Rick was nice enough to drag me over to the Thornrock headquarters, I couldn't help but stare at how tall the building is. I take a deep breath, shaking out my nerves. I needed to act tough and act like I don’t care even if I really do. Was I actually going to try and become an assistant to these people? Guess I am really at the bottom of the barrel here, let’s just go in there and try to get employed. As I stepped into that building, I was nowhere near ready.

Not even in the slightest did I know what I was about to step into, nor did I think of any struggles I would face. Before I knew it a worker had told me to wait in Mr. Thornrock’s office, and am now sat down in a chair. There were a lot of guys around me, but this whole business might have it out for them. They get meat for carnivores without telling how or letting any of their customers know it was gotten through murder.

The office was obvious for someone probably extra as fuck. Carved in details of the walls corners, gold and grey palette but the floor was black marble, a big window with a balcony but there was a curtain covering it to keep it dark and for no one outside to see, and to finish it was a curved dark oak wooden desk. Maybe this was a big mistake, I then stood up out of the chair only to hear a serious and monotone voice.

“Go ahead and take your seat.”