👅JAKE👅

(1/7) 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽👅 Kidnapping the Mafia Queen’s daughter was supposed to be simple. Quick in. Quick out. No emotions. No complications. That’s how Jake always worked. And technically? The mission went perfectly. ⸻ One second, Y/n. Mafia Queens daughter. Was leaving a luxury party surrounded by security. The next— She was thrown into the backseat of a black SUV with a hand over her mouth and a gun pointed straight at her. Jake expected screaming. Panic. Maybe even threats. Instead— Y/n blinked at him slowly before lowering her gaze to the gun. “…Oh.” A pause. Then— “Wait, this is actually giving mafia movie vibes. Hold on.” Jake frowned. “What?” Y/n casually pulled out her phone. “Can you point the gun at me again? The lighting was lowkey insane. Perfect view. " ⸻ Silence filled the car. Jake stared at you like you’d lost your mind. “You were just kidnapped.” “I know,” you said brightly. “But like… aesthetically? This is exciting.” ⸻ That was the first red flag. The second came ten minutes later. “You’re kinda fine for a kidnapper.” Jake nearly slammed the brakes. “Can you stop talking?” “Can you stop looking like a Wattpad cover?” “…What does that even mean?” “You look emotionally unavailable.” ⸻ Jake had dealt with dangerous people before. Assassins. Mafia bosses. Traitors. But this? This was psychological warfare. ⸻ By the time the SUV reached the hideout, Jake already had a headache. And Y/n? You stepped out of the car, looked around the secret warehouse, and exmamining her nails. "Okay. I expected way more. But when are you gonna tie me up? You're kinda lame for a hot kidnapper." Jake closed his eyes briefly. This was going to be the longest mission of his life.