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Outrun The Lie

Here’s my piece for @zabdielmuch 700 writing challenge! Thank you for letting me take part, hope you enjoy it and congrats again 💚 

Prompt #3: “Close that door” 

Written for Zabdiel in AU! Kinda angsty, kinda smutty?? First time posting something I’ve written ☺️

Word count: 2.4k 

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The darkness of the night sat still, the only thing glowing in contrast was the city skyline in the distance. The clock on the dashboard seemed to tick ever more slowly with each passing minute. My senses had heightened since we stopped here, I had hoped this would be a quick exchange - nothing out of the ordinary. That was until I had been forced to bring a runner with me. 

“You know I’m more than capable of doing this by myself! And of all people why him?” 

“It’s been getting tense out there, it’s for your own good.” 

“What you think I can’t run shit myself?” 

“No. I know you can’t. Not right now Amor.” 

“Well at least send someone else with me, he’s not experienced enough.” 

“Exactly. Who better to train him than you. Don’t doubt him.” 

I gritted my teeth, trying to not let his words sink too deeply into my already wounded ego. The anxious tapping of my partners fingers on the dash didn’t help my already bubbling anger. 

“Erick would you quit it!” I snapped. He quickly stopped coiling back into his seat. I almost felt bad for yelling. Almost. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m just nervous,” He spoke timidly. 

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, instead trying to take a more hostile approach. “Don’t worry. You’ve already got all the product strapped to you. He should be here shortly, it only takes a few minutes to exchange.” 

“I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Speak loudly and clearly when he talks to you and you won’t. Can’t make a bitch of yourself.” 

He widened his eyes in surprise at my choice of words. I refused to look at him any longer. It wasn’t the fact that he was annoying, or the fact that he had no experience that had irked me so much. It was the fact that this I was him, more so, could’ve been him. On my first run scared out of my mind. He’s worried now but it won’t take long before he’s worked his way up the hierarchy of the system and moving his own product and making his own hits. 

All these years doing the same job over and over constantly having to prove myself. I can do a thousand more runs like this and Erick will be promoted before I ever am while I’m here in the drivers seat with a new face next to me. I have more experience in handling shit than anyone else who would ever come through and yet I’m here, still in the same position Erick’s in now, only stronger. 

“Is this him Y/N?” A car pulled up on the opposite side of the parking lot, headlights turned off. I squinted my eyes trying to get a better look at the driver but the tinted windows and lack of lighting didn’t help. 

“You’re up,” I told him cooly. “Don’t panic, I’ve got you covered from here okay? Guards up.”

He gave a small nod before trying to exit the car. “Erick wait,” I pulled a gun out of the glovebox and hastily shoved it in his sock. “Just in case.” 

I gave him one last reassuring look before he left, the coolness of the air creeping into the car for a split second. He won’t need the gun, as a matter of fact I don’t think he knows how to shoot one. I grabbed onto my own gun from the glovebox. “Just in case,” I quietly reminded myself. 

The person in the other car didn’t get out, instead Erick rid himself of everything he had been holding onto in a hurry. My brows furrowed in confusion. Rule number one in the drug dealing world; always make sure your buyer gets out of the car, for multiple reasons. I scanned the area looking for any suspicious activity but everything seemed as it was before they arrived. 

I couldn’t see clearly enough but Erick reached into the vehicle, making me assume he was accepting the cash. As soon as his arm was out the driver put his window up and quickly sped off throwing the both of us off guard. Rule number two; make sure all the money is counted and correct before parting ways. 

“What the fuck,” I unbuckled my seatbelt getting out of the car to make sure everything was clear. 

Rule number three; leave the area as soon as the drop has been made. Don’t stick around for too long. 

These rules had all been ignored this entire time, leaving the car wouldn’t make a difference now. 

“Erick!” I called out. “Come on we need to leave right now.” 

“Espera un momento, I just need to count the money,” He slowly started walking back to the car looking in the envelope he had just received. 

“You can do that in the car, let’s ju-“ My demands had been cut off by the sound of another car quickly approaching, headlights off as well. They parked exactly where the previous car had been, only this time the engine was cut and two men stepped out. 

“Aye! You better not be leaving with my product,” One of them called out as Erick stood next to me. 

“We’re not, just making sure everything’s in here,” I turned around pushing Erick into the car. 

“Y/N,” He tried protesting. 

“Erick not now, we need to get out of here. Whatever happens stay put.” 

The same man yelled out, “We don’t have all day, you got our shit or not?” 

“Patience is a virtue, it won’t kill you to wait a couple more minutes,” I bit back. I hurried to the trunk of the car pretending I was looking for what they came for. 

Their footsteps slowly started to make their way towards us, “Well I don’t have a couple of minutes sweetheart, especially for Zabdiel’s little bitch.” 

My breath hitched in my throat. Fuck they recognised me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was sent here to make a drop, which we’ve already done. You’ve mistaken me for the wrong person.” 

I turned around to make an escape but one of them launched themselves at me quickly knocking me down. “Well if you don’t have our shit I can think of something else to take.” His hands wrapped around my throat in an attempt to cut off my airways. 

“Fuck you,” I spat in his face buying me a split second to flip so he was pinned beneath me. Quickly I freed myself from his grip and punched him straight in the mouth. 

In the heat of the moment I had forgotten about his accomplice who had taken it upon himself to put me in a choke hold. 

“Boss will be happy when we bring your head back,” A cool metal was placed roughly against the side of my head. 

“You’re making a mistake,” I spat. 

The other one one the floor was still trying to wipe his face clean of my attack. The gun I had armoured myself with sat in the waistband of my pants. I could easily free myself if I just- 

“PUT THE GUN DOWN!” Erick’s voice echoed surprising all of us. 

“Or what?” He laughs menacingly in my ear. 

Before I could cut in a bang went off. The grip of the man holding onto me eased as he slumped onto the ground. My ears rang loudly and there was a burning sensation on the side of my head. I quickly pulled myself together ignoring the sting and dealt with the man on the ground, pulling my gun to serve him the same fate. 

Instinctively I reached up to touch where the pain was still throbbing only to notice a huge chunk of my ear was missing and blood was pooling onto my hand. “Erick you fool, you clipped my ear!” 

“Lo siento! I was just trying to help,” He begged with me. 

“I told you to stay put I had it under control.” 

“They had guns!” 

“So did I!” I didn’t want to waste another second argue knowing we had to leave the area as soon as possible. “I need you to drive back so I can get myself cleaned up.” 

Most of the ride back was quiet as I tried my best to stitch my ear. The bleeding had stopped but the pain was intense. 

“Erick.” 

“Yes?” He looked over at me nervously. 

“Whatever I say go along with it okay?” 

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Erick’s foot tapped away nervously at the floor. I swear I could hear every thud and it irritated me. I took a deep breath to control myself. Maybe it was the ringing I still had playing in my ear. 

He sat behind his huge mahogany desk, emotionless. He hasn’t looked at me once since we arrived. It was one of the few times I couldn’t read what he was thinking. I tried to match his expressions but I know, even without looking at me, he can see right through me like a thin veil. The injured ear didn’t help my case anymore. 

“The money?” He finally spoke. 

Erick wasted no time sliding the envelope across the desk for him to check. He opened it without breaking eye contact with the brunette boy, pulling and laying out a few $50 bills. Wouldn’t have even been an eighth of what we were suppose to bring back. 

I huffed wishing this would all be over and done with. 

“What happened?” 

“It was my fault,” I was quick to speak up. “Some guys pulled up before the ones we were suppose to meet. I didn’t assess the situation well enough and let Erick make the exchange. By the time they left it was too late.” 

“I didn’t ask you what happened,” He finally bore his eyes into mine. There was no softness like I was used to seeing. Only aggravation. 

“You weren’t exactly specific.” I remarked. 

He hummed in response not taking his sight off me, “Is this true Erick?” 

“Yes.” 

I raised an eyebrow daring him to challenge me. 

“You can leave,” He addressed him. 

Erick turned to leave giving me a sympathetic smile on the way out. 

“Zabdiel-“ I tried to speak. 

“Close that door.” His spoke lowly standing up from his seat.

I obeyed his orders instantly not wanting to anger him anymore. 

“Why are you lying Y/N?” 

“I’m not,” It sounded like I was trying to convince myself more than him. “I made the shots.” 

“I thought Erick did? Literally.” My heart rate slowed at his answer. He couldn’t know two men had been taken out. 

“Answer me,” He demanded. 

“He didn’t. He stayed in the car, I dealt with it.” 

“So two of their men are dead.” 

I didn’t answer him this time knowing it wasn’t a question. “What happened to your ear?” 

“One of them bit me during the fight.” The lies rolled off my tongue easy but there was no persuasion behind them. 

“Because you’re Zabdiel’s little bitch right,” He mocked. “That’s why you got upset?” 

Fucking Erick. 

“Erick told me everything, you don’t need to lie anymore.” 

“So why play games?” 

He smirked, his gaze finally softening. “No games Y/N. You can’t hide anything from me. I will have to punish you though.” 

I rolled my eyes, “What? You going to have your men beat me up, you know I’ll kick their asses. Or are you going to stop me from working? Because I rather stop all this shit than be in the same fucking position I’ve been in since we started this. I’m your best option here yet you won’t give me more.” 

He walked towards me speaking in the same calm tone. “Bend over the desk.” 

I starred at him dumbfounded my displeasure quickly draining. “Excuse me?” 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

My legs were shaking as I walked over and placed my hands on the cold wood hoping this stance would be enough. 

“Bend.” Clearly not. 

I spread my legs further apart pushing myself down into the desk further. The throbbing in my ear seemed to intensify; so did the the throbbing elsewhere. 

His feet pressed into the carpet at what felt like an agonising pace but it only took a few seconds before I felt one of his larger hands cupped underneath my chin. His front rested directly onto my back as I felt my core start to heat up. 

He placed his lips right against my good ear, “Amor, I’m doing everything I can to protect you, my best worker. But you are making my job harder.” 

His other hand roamed my inner thigh teasingly making my eyes flutter close. 

He continued to work his way up my thighs and waist with his featherlike touch. “What am I going to do with you?” 

I had lost all ability to string together a simple sentence, let alone my own thoughts. 

“Punish me,” I spoke barely above a whisper. 

“You want that don’t you? My touch.” His lips tickled my neck, not kissing me. 

“Zabdiel please,” I was practically begging at this point. 

He laughed deeply, “The kingdom can be ours but you have to deal with this problem first. As punishment.” 

“What happened to protecting your best worker?” I questioned. 

“I can do both. Don’t doubt me.” 

His hands left my skin making me whine at the loss of contact. He threw a box in front of me. “For you.” I stood up to face him only to be met with a tender kiss on the forehead, a complete 360 from the mood he was just in.

He started to retreat out of the room leaving me confused and worked up. “Zabdiel wait!” 

His grin was sly knowing what he had just done to me and the state he was leaving me in. “We’ll have all the time in the world for fun, when you deal with the war you started.” 

With that he left the room closing the door behind him. There was no point in following him as Zabdiel was a man of his words. We would have time later. 

I grabbed the box tentatively opening it. 

My eyes grew wide at the gift. Neatly perched on some tissue paper inside was a piece of flesh… the flesh that perfectly matched my injured ear with a menacing note next to it. 

Next time we’ll be sending her head. 

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i just- why is this so menacing lmaoooo