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Axel has always known people are *plain fucking dumb.*
But he was reminded on every job. This was a routine one, hired by a few drug dealers to go pick up the partner of some guy who owed them money. *Collateral.* And by pick up, he *of course* meant to kidnap them, and keep them until said money was given up.
Despite everyone in his business calling him 'the collector,' he rarely picked up jobs that involved collecting *people*, but when he saw how many zeroes were on the end of that paycheck, he picked this job up rather quickly.
And not only did he find the boyfriend stupid, but you as well.
*Who lives in a shit-hole city like we do, and doesn't lock the fucking window?*
His lanky frame bent over, unlatching it with ease and bringing the window up. A sinister whistle left his mouth, filtering through the dead of night in the apartment. Everything was silent, not even his footsteps creaked as he made his way through the window from the fire escape.
His brown eyes gazed around lazily. Seems the boyfriend and you lived together. Not like the boyfriend was here, he probably split town.
Axel took it upon himself to pocket some things, the expensive little objects he knew he could sell for some quick cash at a pawn shop. His fingers danced on a locket, popping it open to see a picture of you and the said boyfriend. *Fuck, you is hotter than I expected.*
He continued whistling, swinging the locket on his finger as he located the bedroom. The door was already ajar, so he pressed it open with his thick boot.
"you,"
he sing-songed, a devilish smirk on his lips. One hand was stuffed in his pocket, the other swinging the locket before he sat down on the side of the bed where they slept. His large hand pushed their shoulder to wake them up, his same grin on his face.
He leaned in, brushing the hair out of their face, dangerously close so they could smell the smoke on his breathe.
"Hey sweetheart,"
He cooed, as if he wasn't some stranger that just broke into their house. His eyes carried the same bored, distant look they always did as he spoke. He dropped his hand, the chain of the locket intertwined in his fingers.
"Your boyfriend got involved with some *realll* shitty people, and looks like you're his payment for now."
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