JJ MAYBANK x Reader Fanfic

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JJ's POV

Sure enough, they were chatting and drinking at the bar, but I grabbed Rafe's collar and pinned him to the wall.

"Where's my girl?"

"I don't know what you're talking about man!"

"Where's my fucking girl!" I said louder, shoving his body back even further.

"JJ we'll get kicked out, calm the fuck down!" Kiara hissed at me.

I slammed Rafe into the wall once more before dropping him but he made no move to come forward.

"Y/N's missing. We think Barry has her. Do you know where Barry lives?" John B explained calmly.

Rafe shook his head and I was close to shoving his skull into the concrete.

"You buy enough fucking coke from him and you're telling me you don't know where he lives?" I seethed.

"Look bro I'm sorry, he gives me a drop off point. I-I know what car he drives if that helps?"

"Yeah that does actually," Pope spoke up, and we all turned to face him.
"I can trace it."

Rafe gave us the model and what he thought was the number plate, but he wasn't certain. That was all we were gonna get out of him for now, so I hurried back to the van and drive us to the library, where Pope could work his magic with the computers.

After twenty minutes of intense searching and definitely illegal hacking, Pope pulled up an address and I sighed with relief. It was a start at least.

Y/N's POV (⚠️warning - violence)

I woke up in what seemed to be a garage, I was tied to a chair by my hands and feet and I could feel a throbbing in my head from where I'd been slammed into the car to knock me out. I could feel some dried blood on my forehead which meant that I must have been here for at least a few hours for the cut to stop bleeding.

The room was dark but I could make out a figure in front of me, who started walking closer when he saw me lift my head up. Barry.

"Good morning, sunshine, how's your head?" he drawled, but I just stared him down.

"Do you know why you're here?" he continued, but I stayed silent.

He came even closer and forcefully grabbed my chin to look at him.
"Your boy owes me some money."

"He owes you jack-shit. His dad owed you the money but you fucking shot him and solved nothing," I spat.

Barry squeezed my face even harder until my eyes watered but I didn't try to pull away. After living with my dad all my life and putting up with his abuse, I knew it was worse to defend yourself or defy them. I hated being submissive (most of the time ;)) though, so instead I would assert my dominance through my words.

"How'd you get those bruises, sweetheart?" Barry asked, sounding genuinely curious as he gestured to my wrists, clearly changing the subject.

"Sex," I replied shamelessly.

"With the Maybank boy?"

"He fucks me real good," I smirked, showing this fucker I wasn't afraid of him.
"I bet you don't even know what the clit is let alone where to find it," I continued bravely, wanting to unsettle him.

He delivered the first harsh slap of the night to my face, and aside from turning slightly from the sheer force of it, I didn't move.

"You didn't even flinch," he spoke, more to himself than to me.

"I'm used to it."

"Blondie hits you?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow, and the thought of JJ ever laying a hand on me made me feel sick.

"Fuck no, JJ wouldn't hurt a fly," I responded.

"That's not what I've heard. Heard he's got some trouble with my boy Rafe."

"Maybe tell your boy Rafe to keep his hands off of JJ's girl and there won't be any trouble," I replied sweetly.

"You've got a mouth on you, bitch, haven't you?"

"Wouldn't say JJ complains," I grinned, earning a punch to my face.

I could feel the blood trickling down my nose but I couldn't wipe it as my hands were tied to the chair, so I let it run down my face. The cut on my head from being slammed into the car had opened up again but I forced myself not to show any pain.