zabdiel | stole from the criminal {1}

taking in the view of the beach i exhaled shortly before my phone goes off.

"officer y/l/n" officer pimentel almost screams into the phone.

"officer y/l/n here, what's wrong?" i get up off the sand, brush myself off and begin walking towards my car.

"a young male, early twenties, tall around 6'1, blonde, medium build and thick puerto rican accent is on the run! he's wanted for multiple cases of robbery and now murders. if you come across him, stop him!" officer pimentel says.

"do we have a name?" i ask and begin opening my car and getting in.

"zabdiel de jesús, his cousin's richard camacho and erick brian colón we're all caught yesterday, so he's most likely ready for a fight. be prepared. see you." officer pimentel ends the call before i could say anything else.

i turn my car on and begin my ride home.

"chris? baby? i'm home!" i yell into our shared house, chris and i had been together for three years.

"in the lounge!" his voice yells, sensing something was off i grab my gun from my thigh strap under my dress and slowly begin walking towards our lounge room.

"well, if it isn't the girlfriend. y/n y/l/n." an accented voice speaks from behind a mask.

he had chris in his grip with a knife to his throat.

"zabdiel." i say through gritted teeth.

zabdiel chuckles and takes off his mask with the hand holding the knife and throws it to the ground.

"put the gun down y/n" chris says, his voice sounded calm, confusing me.

"why are you so calm?" i ask and grip my gun tighter with my finger now hovering over the trigger.

"oh, my sweet sweet y/n. he hasn't told you yet has he?" zabdiel laughs and lets go of chris.

"i'm his adopted brother, he's been playing my little spy. he's been keeping an eye on you for the past few years." zabdiel smirks evilly.

"is this true chris? is that even your name?!" i scream and point my gun between both of them.

"yes it's true, i'm sorry. and yes chris is my actual name." chris looks down.

zabdiel nudges chris forward. "i'm so sorry y/n." chris whispers, grabbing the gun out of my hands and brings me into his arms.

i try and get out of his grip but give up.

"ssshhh, it's okay, you're okay." chris whispers into my hair.

i feel a sharp pain in the side of my neck. i pull away from chris with my mouth agape.

he leans forward and kisses my forehead.

i struggled to breathe properly as i lost all feeling in my body.

"she's finally mine." a voice says before i couldn't hear anything else.

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