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There was a time where everyone looked the same, every person looked every other. Either they were on their way looking too busy or they were very slow in their motions. But that was all, they looked like ordinary people. Now? Every time you looked around, you could tell… You could tell the difference between an ordinary person or a mobster. This city was full of mobsters.
When you were fifteen you discovered the terrifying truth about this city. Three mobster families ran it and you had to play along or try to look like you didn’t know anything about it to survive.
Your father was a member of one of the family, but you never met him because your mother never told him that she was pregnant. No one knew you had found out what everyone tried to keep a secret, of course, because it would kill you. By the time you graduated high school, you got to know enough about the families, in order not to get killed or put your nose somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be.
The Godson family was known to have lot of sons but only three who actually worked for the family. The other two sons presumably ran away for not wanting to have anything to do with their family or they were erased. Who knew? There was also a rumor that they had a sister. Old Mr. Godson wasn’t really to be seen elsewhere than in their mansion nowadays due to his old age.
The MacLeod family whose head was a man called Crowley, but it wasn’t his real name. For some reason, his real name was locked down well. He always had good connections and many people around him, even though it didn’t look like it at the moment. Crowley was a good businessman, who knows what he wanted, and he liked to represent himself as a public figure. Even you found him quite likeable.
The third family? That one was a huge mystery to you without any strings to pick at. You could only guess, who was the leader or who were the members. No doubt, the other families knew for sure who was who and where they had allies. But to a person like you? You couldn’t find anything. Maybe it was for a good reason, really…
That is why you didn’t have any idea, how the hell you turned up to be here in the first place! You must have been kidnapped by one of the mobster families or some psycho, you didn’t see any other conclusion. When you looked around, you found yourself in a dump cold and dark room, probably a cellar, together with few other people, all of them wore smart clothes but you. You were here, sitting, wearing you flannel shirt with a black tank top and jeans. Your hair looking like a complete mess, because… You had no idea! You just woke up here… The question was, how did you get here? Who took you here? You had hard time remembering what happened before you blacked out.
Just as you were contemplating on asking one of the smart looking people what is going on, the door to the cellar opened. It took your eyes a minute to adjust to the light that was coming from the door and then one other minute to look around, noticing that two of those people who were there with you, were being taken away, somewhere.
The guys who took them were both tall and though, you were practically a hostage now, you had to say, those dudes just looked hot. Which was a very smart assumption, noting the fact, that indeed you were a hostage!
One of them looked back into the room and his look wavered on you for a second, his blue eyes piercing right into your soul. And you? You stared right back at him. What else could you do? Act brave? Hah, you were really glad that you weren’t having a panic attack yet. Without anything else, he slammed the door shut.
There are few reasons you could be here… Well, one that could actually get you into a trouble to be honest, but you had never really tried to use the possibility. You were a journalist, not the one who specialized in crimes, however, or any kind of human business. You worked for a small magazine company, writing mostly about mythology.
You just loved it! Ever since you were a child, you were fascinated by mythology, legends and stories. Then you chased your dream and started writing about it. Which meant, that this really shouldn’t be the reason why are you here.
What else could be there? Nothing… You were just too careful not to mingle with people who looked off, sounded off or acted off. You made very sure of the fact, that you won’t be in a trouble or anything, you never wished to formally meet anyone from the families. Unless they were one-night stands, which you had a few... Still, that wouldn’t make any sense.
The door to the room opened few more times, the same two guys always taking one or two people out. The time was passing by either too slowly or too quickly. You weren’t much sure, there were times, you found yourself almost blacking out again. You were so tired, almost as if someone drugged you or did they?
Next time you opened your eyes, there was no one in the room but you. There was no whimpering, no moaning of fear or crying. You were here alone. Just you, yourself. Okay, this was scaring you quite a bit now. Where did they take all those people? Will you end up the same way?
Suddenly the same two guys came into the cellar again, both looking at you. You stared at them, fear very much visible in your eyes. Slowly, they made their way to you and if you weren’t paralyzed in fear, you would probably try to get away from them as far as possible.
“Alright, sister, up you go.” The slightly bigger guy said, sounding gentle… Gentle? Why was he being nice to you? Did they do it to make you feel better dying or believe you won’t die at all? If so, why w he looked so violent with all the previous people?
You still couldn’t move, even if you put an effort to actually stand up. The other guy, with the piercing blue eyes, also started to support you, so you would be able to walk. Once you were standing, they were taking you out of the cellar.
The light outside of the dark room was blinding, it made you close your eyes, your hands shooting up to your face, which made you almost fall. If those two haven’t supported you by holding you, you would have been on the floor by now. As soon as your eyes got accustomed to it, however, you saw you were being walked through an enormous hall, what looked like a huge mansion.
There wasn’t much time to enjoy the view, though, since you were led through enormous wooden door into what looked like a study. You were sat in front of the large wooden work desk and left alone in the room. Yet again, alone.
No one was in the room yet, but you had this feeling that if you tried to leave, it would be a problem. The whole room was giving you chills.
If this was under any normal circumstances, you would might be able to enjoy the design, perhaps. You had no idea what you were doing here. You were just a journalist of mythology. You knew nothing about politics and business. Then what the hell was this about?!
It took first fifteen minutes deciding if you wanted to snoop around the room, which you decided against, because you liked your life, thank you very much, goodbye.
Another fifteen minutes fidgeting in the chair, trying to be comfortable but feeling like sitting on pins.
Then, you just got bored and was looking around the room, now really admiring the architecture of this play. You could even see outside of the window into a huge garden with pool and two small fountains with one large. The people who live here must be really rich…
All of a sudden, the door to the study opened and there was a man standing. John Winchester. She would know him anywhere. He was a well-known businessman. Behind him, there was a younger man standing with sandy hair. You didn’t know that one…
Wait! No way! This couldn’t be happening! That must be just your delusion! It would be really dumb to think that the third family, that is unknown to almost everyone is the Winchester family! John Winchester is trusted by most of the people of the city and all over around! His car company is, like, one of the best of all times! He can not be a mobster too! You just wished, you were a wild imagination.
"Miss Y/L/N, I hope you didn't wait long." He greeted, walking to his massive wooden desk.
You frowned, he knew you have been waiting here for an hour, but you knew better than to speak her mind. "Not at all, sir." You tried to sound as polite as possible.
John only smiled, anyone could be fooled by his business smile. "See, Ms. Y/L/N, we would like to propose an offer to you. We are planning some business." He looked at the younger man with an important look, that almost looked like a warning. "And I would like you to attend the business with us."
You were petrified. What the hell could this business be about that he wanted her to attend it?! You looked at the younger man behind John with wide eyes, but he just glanced at you and then didn’t pay you any attention at all. Sporting her eyes on the older man again, he looked kind of amused.
“Business?” you repeated cautiously. “Are you sure you have the right person? I mean, I am just a journalist-…”
“Exactly, my dear, you are a journalist.” He replied impatiently, cutting your ranting off.
There was a challenge in his eyes and still that business smile. You would almost cringed if you weren’t so sure, he would probably kill you. Well, you weren’t sure, since nobody confirmed your suspicion of this man being a mobster yet, but you felt so sure!
“No, sir. I am a journalist of mythology. I don’t think that mythology is what you want… I can’t be of any help to you…” now you weren’t sure if you were convincing him or yourself.
“You seem very sure about that.” John Winchester said with a confidence voice, which almost made you sink in the chair in shame. He made you sound like someone with lack of confidence. The truth was, at the moment, you were very far out of your comfort zone.
“I…”
“Y/N, you could be much more than a journalist of mythology. You could be the journalist, if you helped me.” Was he promising you a better future like this? Like that? You weren’t ambitious enough to shoot up your career like that. But he wasn’t giving you must of a choice here, yet it sounded like that.
“What do you want from me?” you asked in a small voice. John smiled.
He started explaining to you in a calm voice about his family, indeed being a mobster one. Well, Spidey senses hello… The reason, why did they invited you in… Invited you in, huh? More like kidnapped from your couch in your apartment! Anyway, the reason is, they need your help by creating alibi for John Winchester, being somewhere a public figure.
In his words, they needed someone, who wasn’t a well-known journalist, because those can be very easily bribed and well, popular. They needed someone, who would get into places unnoticed, but their word would be very effective on the paper.
Basically, he was complimenting you, while dissing you. You weren’t sure if you were offended, awe-struck or just really scared.
But the reason for needing alibi! They wanted to rob a bank! You were supposed to make alibi for a criminal! He sounded so sure of himself and confident! As if he had everything planned already, from the beginning to the very end.
You didn't understand, however, what if she declined the offer? Was this still even an offer? Your heart was hammering against your rib cage. You knew, you had a look of an utter shock on your face. You swallowed thickly.
Before you could question anything, though, two more men entered the room, looking threatening, the same one who helped you from the cellar. Now, they did look scary. With this you realized - oh, you couldn't decline the offer.
"What do you think, Y/N? Will you join us?" He smiled his business smile again.
You gulped, looking around the room again, before looking at the man before her. He had weird sparkle playing in his eyes. The only thing you could manage was nodding curtly.
Great, now you were working for mobsters. All you ever wanted to write about was mythology!