𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

26; bad guy

Bad guy.

-Bad Guy [ B i l l i e  E i l i s h ]

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Imagine 26:

He touched the cold metal instrument to Zach's head. Zach, the little, fragile boy, screamed for his life. He didn't want to die today; he was young. Too young.

The young boy hadn't done anything, this was all his parents' fault. If they weren't stupid, he would be happy, and enjoying life. Now, however, he was frightened, and running out of life.

The boy's tears wouldn't stop coming, they'd been running since the day the blue- eyed boy kidnapped him.

He hadn't eaten, either. He was getting pale and sick, dehydrated.

"Please," the boy begged. "Please, you can't do this! It wasn't me. It was my parents."

The older boy smirked at the kid that sat in front of him. Daniel was enjoying this— seeing the boy in pain, fighting for his life. In some twisted way, he liked this.

"Ah, but, you know I have to do this. Your parents love you, right?"

The boy struggled to nod, but evidently, he did.

"Well, then I'm glad I chose you. You, my friend, are going to be here until your parents pay," his voice hoarse and strong. It was of authority and hearing it could make anyone submit to him.

"So you're not going to kill me?" he had little hope, but some was better than none.

The boy chuckled, "I'm not sure yet. I mean, I will, eventually," the boy glowed with frightened as he widen his eyes. "Not yet. I need your parents to pay, son."

Zach sniffled, "Why do they owe you?" Daniel took back the small pistol and placed it into his pants.

"They stole what is mine."

The brown eyes met the blue ones and he nodded, "What did they steal?"

Daniel sat, in front of the stuck boy. He wasn't one to share emotions, he barely ever showed them, but his eyes started to water.

"Well, son, they have took someone I love, very much. Thus, needing them to pay."

"Who?"

The boy hated emotions, he didn't want to feel human, he wasn't human. He was evil. He was scary. He was feared of. He was a mafia leader.

"Why do you ask so many questions, damn it!" he stood up, punching the cold, concrete wall.

"S- sorry," he stuttered.

"But, if you most know, he took Y/n."

"Y/n? You mean, um, my- uh-"

"Spit it out! What is she your girlfriend? Because I swear to God, if she's your girlfriend, I'm going to lose it! She's mine!"

"No, uh, it's not that. She's, my, um, sister?" he spoke nervously. He didn't want his sister to be hurt, but he had to say something, right?

Daniels eyes grew wide with shock, hurt, and satisfaction. "So, you know where she's at?" He need his baby. Even though he's a mafia leader, believe it or not, he has a soft side. Y/n, the missing girl, was the only one he'd ever shown that side to. She brought the best out of him.

The scared boy shook his head, "No. She ran away. I guess with you, that means. I'm sorry."

"Oh. Well, we must find her! She's mine! Ain't no one going to steal her away from me!"