#reaperfeels

From then he and the rest of the crew gave you just enough info to keep your cover and job and in return, you gave them any heads up of anyone else getting to close to any plans or them.

As time went on the other crews picked up on who you were and who you were or at least who you were dating. Hence, when you were walking back to the penthouse alone one of the crews grabbed you and pulled you into an alley. They had tried to shove you into a van and use you as bait but luckily the few moves the guys had taught you and your taser had come in handy.

You didn’t come out of it easily though. You were pretty sure you had a concussion from when they slammed you into a brick wall. You had a black eye already forming. A few cuts and bruises were scattered about.

As you stepped into the elevator that had finally arrived, you once again tugged the shorts up that had been ruined when one of the thugs had to try to take advantage of the situation.

Another shaky breath and that was enough for you to start bawling. You felt dirty and tired and sore. Your back hit the corner of the elevator and you slid down the wall as you curled yourself into a ball.

The elevator doors dinged as they closed but the lift remained stationary since you hadn’t hit any buttons. You sat there sobbing until your phone rang. It made you jump and as you slid your phone out you noticed the missed texts from your boyfriend and the cracked screen that must have happened in the scuffle.

You took a few deep breaths before answering, “Hey, baby.”

Jeremy could instantly sense something was off but he also knew you wouldn’t tell him so he played along, “Heeeyyy. Are you almost home? I was starting to get worried.”

You laughed softly though it came off more sarcastic sounding than you would have liked, “Oh, yeah. You know me. Got caught up at work. I’m like, five, ten minutes tops.”

You hoped he didn’t hear your voice crack. He did.

“Don’t make me wait too long. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen your beautiful face,” you could hear the smile on his face although you couldn’t see the worry etched in around it.

You lifted a hand and winced as you poked at your black eye. You’d have to stop by Andy to get stitched up than Lindsay to borrow some makeup since you shared your bathroom with Jeremy.

You felt the pit in your stomach form before you even started the lie, “You know what I think I see some traffic. Maybe make it twenty but I can’t wait to curl up with you and sleep for like a year.”

“Rough day?” Jeremy asked softly.

You sucked in another deep breath and whispered so you wouldn’t cry again, “You don’t even know.

“I’ll have the whiskey waiting for when you get home and the bed warmed up. I’ll let you go so you can get home safely,” Jeremy told you. “I love you.”

Your eyes started to water again, “I love you, too.”

Jeremy went straight into action. He wasn’t sure what was wrong but he wanted to be prepared for anything. He started ordering food from your favorite place if it was as simple as a long day but he also started heading towards Andy’s room in case you needed medical treatment.

You finally stood back up after what felt like forever and hit the up button. Jeremy instantly perked up as he heard the chime of the elevator. You were hoping he’d be busy in your room and you could sneak into Andy’s room so you froze, heart jumping into your throat as the doors opened and your boyfriend stood there with a big smile and welcoming arms.

You felt the tears well up again as Jeremy’s smile fell. He came rushing over to you as he called for Andy.

You collapsed into his arms. He picked you up whispering reassuring words. As he carried you off to the room the crew had set up for medical care. Andy went straight to work through the second it came to your ripped shorts you could see Jeremy’s blood boil. He remained calm for you but as Andy began to stitch up one of your larger cuts Jeremy told you he’d be right back.

He saw the look on your face and he smiled softly and kissed your forehead, “I just have to pick up the food I ordered. I ordered your favorite.”

You would have normally been suspicious but you were too out of it and tired to think anything of it, that was until you heard more voices and the sound of the elevator. You tried to move off the table but Andy gently held you down. You gave him a look and he mumbled a few apologies and something about cleaning up your wounds.

It took awhile to finish and Jeremy should have been back at this point. It almost made you laugh when a delivery guy showed up. You took the food though you weren’t very hungry.

You took it back to your room and nibbled at it. You turned on the news to see any reports of the crew. There was nothing that stood out to you though. No gang wars, no reports of fights breaking out but then again that was small time news in Los Santos.

After a while, you could barely keep your eyes open and you passed out.

You woke up as you felt weight shifting onto the bed. You jumped as you felt arms wrap around you.

“Shh. Shh. Shh. It’s me. You’re okay,” Jeremy hushed you and pulled you closer.

He was damp and smelled cleaned like he had just showered. As you looked up at him you could see a cut across his nose and you knew if you looked at his knuckles they’d be bruised.