Summary: When Y/n’s brother tries to kill her, in order to take over the family mafia, she seeks refuge with the Kingsman. The Kingsman has been trying to shut down the mafia for quite some time, and since Y/n is looking for revenge, she might offer them a helping hand.
Prologue | Part 1
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Credit: Moodboard by @itsholyholland
A/N: Going to be updated every other weekend.
The rain was pouring down, making her drive just a bit slower than she usually would. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and her head was starting to spin. The events of the night were hitting her, thoughts racing through her mind, and she was already debating whether or not she was making the right decision.
Going to the Kingsman was already a bold move, if not completely stupid. They had no reason to trust or even believe her. Why on earth should she suddenly want to help bring down her own mob? She had had several run-ins with them already, and to say they were on friendly terms was an overstatement, so they had no reason to help her, even if it would help them.
She didn’t know what to say when she got there, or what to do. Did she just knock on the door, and just waltz in, acting her confident self? As she pulled up next to manor, she didn’t feel anything like her confident self.
She was anything but confident as she walked out, into the rain. Her head was spinning, she was dizzy, her heart was beating so fast and she felt like she could barely stand. Since the adrenaline wasn’t helping her anymore, she was beginning to feel the pain in her body.
She wasn’t sure if she should bring her two bags up to the door or not, so she left them in the car. She had never felt this insecure, this desperate, this helpless. She could always handle it, she always had a plan, she always knew what to do, and she never asked for help, but now? Now she desperately needed help.
With an annoyed sigh, she knocked on the door. As she waited she adjusted her jacket impatiently, before knocking again. At that moment, she just wanted to get out of the rain, get out of the dark. It felt like something was crawling up her back, making her uneasy. She was nervous, maybe even a bit scared, but she would never admit that to herself.
As she was about to knock for the third time, the door opened. Inside was an agent she hadn’t seen before, someone she normally would have taken notice of, but tonight she didn’t even give him a second glance.
“Can I help you?” He asked, sounding tired. His hair was a mess, and he wasn’t as well dressed as the agents usually were. Based on the time, it wouldn’t be weird if he had just woken up.
“I need to talk to… God, what was his name” She mumbled, trying to remember the name of the agent she had run into several times. For some reason, she thought that if she just knew the name of an agent, he would let her in. Maybe if she could just see an agent that knew who she was, they would let her in, let her stay the night. Worst case, they would arrest her. “Gala-something. That guy, I need to talk to him”
“Galahad? Is that who you mean?” The young man asked, eyebrows raised. She gave him a small nod, not wanting to explain further. “Can it wait till the morning? It’s the middle of the night, he’s asleep. You need to have a really good reason if you want me to wake anyone up”
“Do you know who I am? Because I’m sure if you tell him I’m here, he’ll be out of bed in a second” She stated. Her energy was starting to drain, and she felt exhausted. There was no way that she could put on a tough act. Anyone who knew her, wouldn’t be able to recognize her, because everything that defined her was gone.
“No, I don’t know who you are, and unless it’s life or death, it can wait till the morning” He was about to close the door and go back to bed when she stopped him.
“It is life or death. I’m Y/n Fox, I run one of the biggest mobs in the U.K., so why don’t you just tell agent Galahad, that I’m here? I’m sure he’d like to know” She saw how his eyes got a bit bigger by the mention of her name.
“Why are you here? He’s been after you for months. There’s got to be a reason to why you’re suddenly showing up at our doorstep in the middle of the night” He was suddenly completely awake, taking a closer look young woman in front of him. He had heard about her, everyone had.
“I’m here to help you take down the mob. I know more than anyone, and you can’t do it without me” She looked him right in the eye, but she had a hard time focusing on anything. She was getting dizzier by the second, but she was trying her best to keep it together.
“Right, and why on earth would you want to take down your own mob? Sorry love, but I’m not stupid. Why are you really here?” The young man asked again, as another young man walked down the stairs and towards the door. The second man she recognized, and it somehow made her relax just a little bit.
“What is the problem, Lanval?” The other man came to the door, and as soon as he saw her, he tensed up. “Miss Fox. Fancy seeing you here”
“I know. I wouldn’t be here if I had somewhere else to go. I’m not an idiot” She sighed, her words slurring slightly.
“What do you mean you have nowhere to go? And why on earth would you think we would be of any help to you?” Agent Galahad asked harshly. He wanted to arrest her right there, but he knew he didn’t have anything to arrest her for.
“My brother decided that he wanted the mob, so I’m here to see him fall. If he wants to knock me off the throne, I’ll burn the castle down” she was trying her best to look tough, and they both knew she meant business, but she didn’t look like it. “Do you want my help or not?”
“Why should I trust anything that comes from you? You’re aren’t exactly the most truthful person in the world” Galahad kept his posture, but he could feel something was off. She didn’t look nothing like herself, and there was something wrong with her.
“You shouldn’t trust me, but right now my life is in your hands,” She told him truthfully. Nausea and dizziness became overwhelming, and she knew she had lost more blood than what was healthy. “Please, if you don’t help me, there’s a good chance that I’m going to pass out on your floor in a minute”
“What are you-“ Agent Lanval started, just as she stumbled inside, unable to hold her herself up. She had black dots before her eyes, and it took all she had to not pass out. Her jacket had slipped halfway off, revealing a bit blood stain on her shirt. “Shit”
“Fuck” She muttered from the floor, hand moving to the wound. “Please help me”
“Lanval, get her to the infirmary. I’ll get everything else ready” Galahad demanded, already rushing to the infirmary. Agent Lanval lifted her up in his arms, earning a moan of pain from her.
“Sorry, but it’s either this or walking and I’m not sure you’re in any condition to walk,” The blonde agent said with a face that showed no signs of emotions. “I’m not even sure how you managed to stand at the door for that long, let alone get here”
“Adrenaline,” She said through gritted teeth, waves of pain going through her shoulder. “Works wonders”
“Well, I hope you can get that going again because there’s a good chance that it’s going to hurt a lot more in a minute,” He told her honestly, as he stepped into the infirmary and put her down in the first bed. Galahad was already there, ready with everything they would need to stitch her up.
“Right. We need to get her clothes off, and we might need to give her some blood” Agent Galahad said, as he started to cut open her jacket.
“Trying to… Get me naked?” She tried to be witty, but just talking was causing her a lot of energy.
“Lanval, get a towel or something to cover her, while I fix her up,” Galahad said, sending the younger agent on his way. He was cutting open her shirt, revealing the bleeding wound, but making sure not to expose her. “Now, what on earth happened to you, Miss Fox?”
“Knife. Stab” She muttered, mentally rolling her eyes at him. It seemed pretty obvious to her what had happened, and she would’ve thought any idiot would be able to tell.
“I guess that’s how your brother decided to take you out, then,” Galahad said, connecting the dots while getting ready to clean away the blood. “This is going to sting,” He said casually, before putting a cloth on her skin around the wound.
The closer he got to the wound, the more she started squirming, trying to get away from the pain, trying to make it stop. When the cloth touched the open wound, she let out a scream that almost seemed inhuman. Since she was still squirming, it forced him to stop for a minute. In the meantime agent, Lanval had returned with a blanket that he used to cover most of her body.
“She’s a screamer, that’s for sure” Lanval commented, earning a glare from her. It didn’t last long before she closed her eyes in exhaustion.
“We might need to anaesthetize her, give her something that knocks her out,” Galahad said, while she was still catching her breath.
“No,” She said weakly. She was already slipping in and out of consciousness, but she didn’t feel safe here. She couldn’t trust the Kingsman, she didn’t really have the option of a choice, but she at least wanted to be awake if something happened.
“You don’t want anaesthesia? Sweetheart, it’s not really a choice. This is going to hurt a lot, and I don’t think you want to feel it” Galahad already had the anaesthesia ready, and he didn’t give her a chance to do anything before he gave it to her. “Lanval, hold her down till it kicks in”
“Fuck you” She hissed through gritted teeth, as the blonde agent held her down. Galahad was starting to give her stitches, closing the wound in her shoulder. She was struggling as much as she could for a couple of minutes before she passed out.
“That was about time” Galahad muttered, finishing up carefully. “She’s a tough one, that’s for sure”
“So what do we do with her?” Lanval asked, stepping back a bit. “I mean. She’s out cold, she’s not waking up anytime soon, but what do we do about her? Do we leave her, guard her for the rest of the night? Do we turn her in? She is a criminal”
“She’s also part of the royal family, and it would be a big scandal if we turn her in,” Galahad said, sitting down in an empty bed.
“So? It’s not going to be our scandal. It would possibly just help bring down the mob faster, and get her brother arrested too” He suggested, not caring too much about a royal scandal.
“And how do we turn her in, without letting anyone know about us? Do you plan on just handing her over to the police in this condition, without having to explain anything? Like how you know her, which connection you have to her, why on earth would a princess or duchess come to you, after her own brother stabbed her? How do you know for sure she’s a criminal and not just a victim?” Galahad asked.
“Scotland Yard then?” Another suggestion.
“Harrison, you’re an idiot. Have you ever considered why we don’t work with any police services?” Y/n was out cold, and Eggsy didn’t see the use for their code names anymore. “If we work with the police, the government will know about us, and then we wouldn’t be independent anymore”
“So what do we do about her? What’s the plan?” Harrison asked, looking at the woman on the bed. He knew about her, he knew how deadly she could be, but as she was laying there she looked more than harmless.
“I don’t know. We can’t do anything right now, so I guess we’ll have to wait till the morning. If she really wants to bring down her own mob, I say we let her help” Eggsy said, as he started cleaning up.
“So you want to trust her? You want to trust a criminal, whom you’ve been after for a while? Someone who's also one of the most dangerous people in the country, and who is a well-known killer” Harrison looked at him surprised. “I’m just saying, from what I’ve heard she’s very deceiving and manipulating. Do you really think it’s a good idea to trust her?”
“I never said to trust her, I’m not a div. I’m just saying, she wouldn’t come here if she didn’t need help. She’s desperate, and we might as well use it. Her brother tried to kill her, and I don’t think she’s the kind of girl who forgives anyone” He clarified. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her right arm to the bed. “I don’t trust her one bit, but we’ll check on her in the morning, and decide what to do”
“I don’t think we should help her. We got her, what else do we need?” Harrison said sternly. He had a weird feeling about her.
“Except she’s no longer in charge, her brother is. He just tried to kill his own sister, so I don’t know what else he might do. At least she was very by the book, and we knew what we were dealing with, now we don’t have a clue. Which is why we need to take him down too” Eggsy said. It annoyed him because he finally had her, but he wasn’t really closer to bringing down the mob.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait till the morning then” Harrison shrug. He took off his suit jacket and put it over her.
“What are you doing?” Eggsy asked.
“Giving her something to wear, in case she wakes up before we’re back here. You cut open her clothes, and even though she’s desperate, and think she still wants to have some dignity”
***
Hours later she woke up. Her whole body was sore and heavy, and she had little memory of what had happened the night before. She opened her eyes and found herself in a strange place with an aching shoulder.
She tried to sit up to get a better look around but was retained by the cuffs on her wrist. She could feel the burning sensation on her shoulder, and she could see the blood stain on the sheet under her.
With careful movements, she moved down on the bed, so her hand could reach her earring and take it out. With the earring in her hand, she started picking the lock of the cuff that tied her to the bed. It took a lot more concentration than it usually did, but her mind was slowly starting to clear up and she could think straighter.
Her memories of the night before were starting to come back. She remembered her brother coming into the room, and she remembered imagines of them fighting, but she didn’t really know why they were fighting or what they were fighting about.
With a click, the cuff released from the bed, and she was able to get up and away. As she sat up, she was hit with a pounding headache, that made the pain from her shoulder seem like a meaningless itch.
More imagines flashed in her mind, and she remembered how Will had tried to kill her, and she didn’t need the memories to know why. She had always known he wanted to be the one in control, but she never thought he’d actually kill her to get there.
She didn’t remember much else besides that. She didn’t know where she went or what had happened, she didn’t know where she was or how she got there. Someone had to have helped her because she couldn’t have done it herself. She would still be bleeding, or possibly dead if she had been on her own.
She noticed the cut up jacket and t-shirt under her, and the lack of a bra told her she had been in a hurry. A black suit jacket was on top of her, and despite the pain, she was quick to put it on and cover herself up. With a grunt, she got up and took a look around.
There was no arguing that she was in an infirmary, and based on the high ceiling and big windows it was most likely in a very big house or mansion. There were several beds, but hers was the only which was used. Everything looked clean like the place wasn’t used that often.
She heard faint footsteps coming from afar, and it made her go stand beside the door. Adrenaline was pumping through her body again, making the pain bearable. She didn’t know who was going to come through that door, but she knew whoever it was had cuffed her to the bed in the first place, so it most likely wasn’t a friendly face.
With than handcuffs will around her right wrist, she had it ready, waiting for someone to walk through the door at any moment. The footsteps got closer, and she heard the door unlock. So not only had she been handcuffed, but they had also locked the door in an attempt to keep her here.
A young man walked into the room with a tray in his hands. He walked past her, and all she could see was his dark curls and the back of a black suit. With silent steps, she snuck up behind him, put the handcuffs around his neck, and tightened her grip.
“Who are you and what the hell am I doing here?”
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Sixteen year old Aelin Galathynius has to move. Again. Since her parents died, Aelin has been placed in multiple households and has hated them all. Now, she is moving to Rifthold to live with Arobynn Hamel. Although he’s a shitty parent, Aelin quickly finds that not everything about Rifthold is so bad. Because it’s in Rifthold that she meets Rowan Whitethorn.
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Summary: When Y/n’s brother tries to kill her, in order to take over the family mafia, she seeks refuge with the Kingsman. The Kingsman has been trying to shut down the mafia for quite some time, and since Y/n is looking for revenge, she might offer them a helping hand.
Credit: Moodboard by @itsholyholland
A/N: Going to be updated every other weekend.
Y/n Fox was sleeping peacefully in her bed, not yet aware of how drastically her life was about to change. The comfort of her bed, made it possible for her to have a peaceful moment, something that rarely was present in her life.
Every moment she was awake was spent on running the family business, a criminal organisation that had been around for longer than anyone remembered. They had always been a powerful and feared family, so naturally they had always been involved with the royal family, and naturally, her father had married a princess, making her and her brother part of the royal family.
Y/n had never cared too much about her title, the business always getting her attention. From a young age, she had been trained in several forms of combat, making her lethal by the time she turned 14.
She grew up to be a beautiful, but dangerous woman. She knew what she wanted, and she always got it. She was like a chameleon, always able to disappear and blend in with her surroundings. She was the kind of woman who got your attention as soon as she stepped into the room, but if you looked away for just a second, you might not ever be able to find her again.
Her peaceful sleep was disturbed when her door opened. She was a light sleeper, every unexpected noise waking her. It was a defence mechanism, that was about to come in handy. In the dark, she saw a silhouette moving towards the bed. She lay completely still, not wanting whoever was in her room to know that she was awake.
Her father had died the day before, so by morning, she was officially running the Fox mafia, something she had been waiting to do for several years now. She was well aware that not everyone was going to agree with her taking over, even though she practically had been doing just that for the past year.
The silhouette moved slowly and almost without a sound. When the shadow was right next to her, the arms lifted, only to move down towards with full force. The young woman reacted quickly and gave the shadow a push. The person stumbled backwards, giving Y/n enough time to turn on the light so she could see better.
“Will?” She asked confused, looking at her brother, who was standing close to the bed knife placed safely in his hand. “What are you doing?”
“I should be the one to take over, not you!” He glared at his sister, as he once again went forward with the knife in his hands, this time prepared for her to fight back. Y/n tried to detangle herself from the duvet, but it had been wrapped around her legs, slowing her down just enough for Will to get her with the knife.
She saw the metal of the knife, moving to the side to get away from the blade. It hit her between the left shoulder and the collarbone, making her whine out in pain. Will was already pulling the knife back, making the blood run out of the now open wound. With her feet put together, she placed a forceful kick, hitting him right between his legs, making him grunt as he fell back, making him drop the knife.
With her brother on the floor, she got herself out of the bed, reaching out for the gun in her nightstand. She always had a gun nearby, she was so sure it was there, but as she went through the drawer, she was left with nothing.
“Looking for this?” Will asked, already back on his feet. Gun in his hands, pointing towards the younger sister. Her heart was pounding, and the adrenaline was kicking in, and it was as if the time was slowing down.
She saw his finger on the trigger, and before he could pull it, she had dropped to the floor, avoiding the bullet flying over her head. She knew she was cornered and that she had very few options. She could go for the window, jump out, and just pray that he was too slow to react to her movements. The window was only a few meters away, so it was doable. Except for the 2 stories fall down on concrete, which was bound to hurt her enough to slow her down.
Another option was to try for the door, but that already seemed hopeless. Will was between her and the door, and the chance of her getting past him was slim. He was armed with a gun and she had nothing. He had been trained just like she had, and they had often trained together, so she knew he wouldn’t miss.
The 3rd option was to go for the bathroom, but that would only make her further away from any exit, without any chance of getting away. On the other hand, she had sharp objects in the bathroom, many of which could be turned into a deadly weapon in a matter of minutes.
She knew she could take him out, but she wasn’t sure if she could kill her own brother. She had never felt bad about taking a life, not even of a friend, but she loved her brother. She had always admired him, and she knew she would hesitate if she was to kill him.
Will was already moving around the bed, leaving Y/n only seconds to make a decision that could potentially be her last. She waited, just till he was standing in front of her, the gun pointing towards her. She waited, just till he thought he had her.
“Goodbye princess,” He said, a wicked smile on his lips. Just as he was about to fire the gun, she rolled under the bed, her beating heart and the adrenaline making her forget about the pain in her shoulder.
She got out on the other side, and got up on her feet in a swift movement, and picked up the knife and carefully placed it under her shirt. She took a quick glance at her brother, someone she had always adored and looked up to, someone whom she would’ve trusted with her life.
Before Will could point the gun at her, her eyes flickered to the glass vase on the nightstand. With her right hand, she picked up the vase and threw it at him. He managed to block it with his arm, making it shatter. Glass pieces got stuck in his arm and the shreds that flew past, made cuts on his face.
“Really, a vase? Is that the best you got?” He asked, shaking his head. He had the gun pointed at her again, knowing that she didn’t have a way out.
“You’re the one using a weapon. Don’t think you can take me out without one?” She said, sounding more confident than she felt. She knew him, better than anyone. She had known him all of her life, and she knew just how to push his buttons.
He hated losing to her, so he had always taken every chance to beat her if he could. Every challenge she threw his way, didn’t matter what it was, he never backed down from a challenge, and she was betting her life that he wouldn’t do it now either.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I can kill you right now, I don’t need to take you out with my bare hands” He smiled, this time less wicked, this time less certain. She could see that he was angry, she knew that he just needed that little push to make him see red.
“Then pull the trigger. We both know I’d win if you didn’t have the gun. The few times you beat me in something, was when dad told me to let you win, to give you some confidence. You could never beat me in anything” With every word, he looked angrier. His jaw was clenched, eyes shooting daggers at her. “What are you waiting for? Shoot”
“Just shut up! I don’t need a gun to kill you! I don’t need anything to kill you” He was almost growling, but nonetheless he still threw the gun to the side. For a moment he was just glaring at her, none of them making a move. “I will kill you, princess”
“Oh dear brother” She shook her head at him, as he was walking back around the bed to face her. She was carefully tightening the grip on the knife, ready to draw it at any moment. “You should know me by now. I’m the queen, not just a princess” She sent him a confident smile, as he was barely 2 meters from her.
“You’re dead soon, so it doesn’t really matter,” He said, trying to sound cocky. Trying to intimidate her, because he hated seeing the smile on her lips.
“Will. William. Nathan William” She said his name, walking just a little closer to him, close enough for her to reach him, her hand still gripping the knife, the blood continuing to soak her shirt.
Before she could say anything, his fist connected with her face, his rings making cuts on her cheek. His other fist quickly her around the eye, making her black spots disorient her vision. She was already a bit dizzy, but the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, keeping her going.
“Sorry Y/n. What were you gonna say?” The wicked smile was back on his lips, as he looked at his sister, red marks already present on her skin.
“That by now you should know” She drew the knife, and jammed it into his side, making him crunch together in pain. Before she pulled the knife out, she twisted it, making sure to add to his pain. “I always fight dirty” With those words, she placed a solid kick on his shin. She heard the crack clearly, well knowing that she broke his leg. She knew she should kill him, she knew it was the right thing to do, but she couldn’t.
On the ground was not some stranger trying to kill her, it wasn’t someone who has simply crossed her or gotten in her way. On the ground was her brother, someone she has grown up with, someone who was family. He was down on the floor, grunting in pain, and he even though he tried, he wasn’t getting up anytime soon.
“You bitch” He cursed from the floor, as she walked around him to get to her closet. She picked up the gun, making sure he couldn’t reach it. “Just kill me already”
“We don’t kill family” She looked down at him, as she reached out for one of her bags. The adrenaline was still pumping through her body, but as she looked down on her brother, she felt disappointed. Not angry, not upset, just utterly disappointed. “That’s the rule, one of the only rules! At least I have the decency to keep it”
He didn’t say anything as she packed the bag. She stuffed her clothes in the bag, along with her small collections of weapons that she had in the closet. She had a feeling that she would end up needing them because her brother never gave up.
She knew she should just kill him while she had the chance, she knew he would never give up. If she stayed, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her at the first chance he got, if she went away, he would most definitely come looking for her.
She grabbed another bag and went into the bathroom to pack what she needed. She didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about what she actually needed, she just stuffed everything she could into the bag, before going back out to her brother.
“Running away?” He asked, sounding like he had won. He looked so cocky, and it was pissing her off. She wasn’t running away, she never ran away from anything, but maybe she was? “You’re weak, you could never make it anyway”
“There’s a reason dad picked me to run the mob, you dumbass. You’re the one who's weak, without any self-control. You just tried to kill your own sister, because you’re power hungry. At least I never make a decision based on my emotions” She said harshly, picking up the other bag and moved towards the door.
The situation finally hit her, and she was getting angry. Her brother, her own blood, had tried to kill her, just to take over the mob. Sure, he was the oldest and normally he would take over, but he had never been fit for it. She knew it would end badly if he took over, their dad had known for years.
He had always been too power hungry, always wanted to be in power. He had even talked about taking over the British throne a couple of times, and he had been pissed when he was brushed off. It would never make sense for a family of crime, to sit on the throne. Sure, they were in line for the throne, but it would take a lot of deaths for it to happen.
She knew she only had one option left since she couldn’t kill him. She had to give up the mob, she had to let her brother get what he wanted, even if she hated it. If she stayed, she would have to kill or be killed, but if she left? If she left she could stay alive.
She had plenty of money to her name, money her brother couldn’t take from her so she would be able to get by, but she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to just get by, because she knew Nathan would come looking for her. She knew how to hide, and she knew that she could most likely be safe for the rest of her life, but she didn’t want to do that.
She had just lost the only thing she had wanted all her life, and she already knew her brother was going to ruin the family empire. Even if she somehow got it all back, he would most likely have messed up most of it before she got there.
As she was getting into her car, a silver Porsche 911 turbo, she knew exactly where she was going to go. If she couldn’t run her mob, no one should, and definitely not her brother, which meant that she was going to bring down the whole mob while taking down her brother, and she knew exactly where to go to get help.
She started heading towards somewhere she never thought she would go. An organization, who had tried to bring her and the mob down several times, but who had never succeed. No one knew more about the mob than she did, so if anyone could bring them down, it was her, but she couldn’t do it on her own, so she was going to need their help.
A/N: Moodboard is by @itsholyholland , and she has also helped plan most parts of this series. The prologue will be posted next weekend
She saw his finger on the trigger, and before he could pull it, she had dropped to the floor, avoiding the bullet flying over her head. She knew she was cornered and that she had very few options. She could go for the window, jump out, and just pray that he was too slow to react to her movements. The window was only a few meters away, so it was doable. Except for the 2 stories fall down on concrete, which was bound to hurt her enough to slow her down.
Another option was to try for the door, but that already seemed hopeless. Will was between her and the door, and the chance of her getting past him was slim. He was armed with a gun and she had nothing. He had been trained just like she had, and they had often trained together, so she knew he wouldn’t miss.
The 3rd option was to go for the bathroom, but that would only make her further away from any exit, without any chance of getting away. On the other hand, she had sharp objects in the bathroom, many of which could be turned into a deadly weapon in a matter of minutes.
She knew she could take him out, but she wasn’t sure if she could kill her own brother. She had never felt bad about taking a life, not even of a friend, but she loved her brother. She had always admired him, and she knew she would hesitate if she was to kill him.
Will was already moving around the bed, leaving Y/n only seconds to make a decision that could potentially be her last. She waited, just till he was standing in front of her, the gun pointing towards her. She waited, just till he thought he had her.
