Imagine you were in the liquor store and make an impression on the Gecko Brothers. Enough that they take you as a second hostage.

“Leave them alone.” Y/N tried to block out the aching in her knees against the cold floor as she pushed up from her heels. The tallest of the men - Y/N was half sure his name was Richard - turned his attention away from the teen girls. “What?” The gun in his hand glinted as he shifted. “I said to leave her alone.” Y/N hands shook at her sides and she clenched her fists, willing her voice to stay steady. She surprised herself when the steel in her tone resonated in her own ears. Y/N nodded toward the young woman in the robbers grip. “Look at her.” He did. “She’s half scared out of her mind. She’s one threat away from ‘fight or flight’ and that kind of fear makes people desperate.” He gave the brunette a short shove, stepped around her like one would a piece of furniture and stopped in front of Y/N, towering over her. She was sure he would even if she were standing, regardless of her own height. His eyes were locked on hers. Like he was searching for something there, like he could see into her. Y/N fought the shiver crawling up her spine. That shiver part fear...and part something else she’d rather not even acknowledge. “Why the hell would you care?” Don’t play the hero, Y/N. “Because desperate means stupid and stupid gets people killed.” She held his gaze and lifted her chin. “And I’m not in the mood for dying today.” Y/N would let them think she was self serving, even though it was partially true. Didn’t mean she wanted to see some teenager get her head blown out...or worse. Though she wasn’t sure this guy was capable of hurting her like...that, despite his unique intensity.  The partner - brother - interrupted their staring contest, walking around the shelving. “We gotta -” he stopped. Looked from Richie, to Y/N and back to Richie. “Everything...okay...back here?” Y/N didn’t break eye contact and neither did Richie. Even as he answered. “Looks like this princess isn’t afraid of getting her tiara dirty.” He cocked his head and Y/N’s spine went rigid. Whatever he was seeing in her...he was intrigued. And neither of them liked it.  “Oh?” The brother crouched in front of Y/N. “What’d you do to get my brother’s panties in a twist, huh?”  This one is definitely the charmer. Y/N was almost disappointed when she pulled her stare from Richie and she squashed that feeling down, down, down as far as she could. “I asked him to leave the girls alone.”  He quirked a brow. And Richie scoffed. “She told me to leave them alone. Ordered, really.” “Did she now?” The brother - Seth, she remembered - was smirking at her. “Any particular reason, sweetheart?”  Y/N’s jaw clenched at the term of endearment. “He was scaring them.” “And he doesn’t scare you?”  Y/N wanted to wipe that smirk of his pretty face. “Not really.” Only a partial lie. But still one she hoped Seth wouldn’t call her on.  Hope that died as quickly as snuffing out a candle when the barrel of a gun lifted into her view. Y/N went still. Heart in her mouth and barely breathing, she forced her gaze back to Seth’s face. Refused to let the sting behind her eyes become anything more. His eyes bored into hers, searching. When Y/N held his stare, Seth’s smirk broke into a smile and he shook his head, disbelief clear. “Oof. You.” He lowered the gun but gestured to her with it as he stood, still grinning. “Are something else, sweetheart.” He checked over the piece before casually pointing it her way once more. “Now, I like you.” He cast a sideways glance to his brother, who had not taken his eyes off of Y/N the entire exchange. “As does my brother, here.” When Richie opened his mouth to argue, Seth silenced him with a gesture of his hand. “You got balls, sweetheart, I’ll give ya that. And you seem like a smart girl, so I assume I can trust you not to do something heroic.” He paused and looked over at Richie before walking away. “And help me keep an eye on my brother.” “What?!” Came from both Y/N and Richie simultaneously, though the volume and tone varied. Where Richie was irate, Y/N was shocked. Where Richie yelled, Y/N’s voice was low.  Seth spun on his heel and jabbed a finger at Richie then Y/N as he emphasised. “Hey! You keep an eye on her.” He jabbed his finger in reverse order. “And you keep an eye on him.” Seth turned back around. “This is on you, brother! We don’t have time for this shit.”

Y/N watched Seth disappear back around those shelves, starting when Richie dropped into a crouch by her. “Thought you weren’t scared of me, princess.”  When Y/N’s eyes met his, hard and cold, he smirked. When she snarled, “I’m not.” He smiled. Brilliantly. And all she thought was...Oh, shit...

A/N: Hope you guys like it! Let me know if I should do a part 2!!! - J