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Killionare Part 4

Killionare part 4

Warnings are for the WHOLE SERIES | SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, enemies to lovers, mentions of weapons, knives, guns, gunfire, KNIFE PLAY, blood, injuries, wounds, arguing, some physical fighting, mentions of drugs, smoking weed, mentions of car accident, fbi!reader, reader being restrained, kissing, biting, hair pulling, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m rec), violence and filth

Word Count: 2.5k | unedited

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE

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“You may not have done the killing, but there’s blood on your hands, too, sweetheart.”

You stare at your hands, rubbing your thumb over the pads of your other fingers. Jake’s words constantly replaying in your head.

It’s been two days since you’ve seen Jake, he did say he’d be gone for a few, but you never how many a few is with him.

“Good morning.” Ben sets a coffee down on the desk, “You left early this morning.”

“Yeah, I wanted to get a jump on the day.” You bring the cup to your lips, “When do you go back?” You look up at Ben as he sits down across from you.

He shrugs, “I think I’m going to see about staying.”

“Do you think that’s the right idea?”

He furrows his brows, “Why wouldn’t it be? Do you not want me home?”

“No I do, I just-“ you sigh, “I just think there’s more to your shooting than anyone thinks, Ben.”

He leans in, “What are you saying?”

You stammer over your words and he cuts you off, “You think they did this to me? Y/n, my shooter is in prison.”

“I’m just saying that we can’t be.. too careful. Not with something like this.” You push the folder over towards him, “They struck again. And again. They’re ahead of us.”

“What the hell.” He stretches over the desk, pressing his fingers into the folder and drags it over to him, “These are people-“

You cut him off, “That Cody called about protective custody.”

“One of the wives this time?” Ben looks up at you, shaking his head, “We need to get more patrols in the area. This is..” he sighs, “Fuck.” He slams his hand down on the folder and you tilt your head, “Why don’t we go talk to some of the people that are on the list to be taken into protective custody?”

“Think the chief will sign off on that?” Ben raises his brows and you shrug, “Worth a shot, right.”

——

“You have zero faith in me.” You laugh as you get into the cruiser. Ben chuckles, “I just didn’t think you were up for putting yourself on the line just yet.”

“I’ve been dying to get back to work. Plus, if I’m here then I can’t hear you and-“

“Okay, okay. Okay. I get what you’re saying.” Ben laughs, “Sorry about that.”

You shrug, “I just turn my tv up.” You laugh, letting out a sigh as you watch out the window, “Where to first?”

“Um, I belive it’s the home of Robert and Emilie Kearson.” Ben checks the paper and nods, “Yeah. Then I think, right next door if I’m not mistaken is Charlie and Heather Drivot.”

“Did you want to stay together on this, or did you want to take one and I take the other?” You look over at him and he shrugs, “I’d prefer if we stick together.”

——

“Hello, Mrs Kearson?” You smile at the woman standing in the opening of the door, “I’m agent y/n y/l/n and this is officer y/l/n.”

“Is this about the-“

“Yes.” Ben cuts them off, “It’s about what happening to other men, and now women, like you and your husband.”

You glance at Ben and take a breath, “May we come in and just give you the rundown of what we want to do to keep you and your family safe?”

“Robert won’t-“ the woman shakes her head, “He won’t. He thinks he’ll make it out of this.”

“I don’t want to scare you any further, but this is your best chance at-“

You cut Ben off, “Here’s my card, Mrs. Kearson. Please, if you change your mind or have any questions, please call.”

“Is your husband home?” Ben asks and the woman takes your card, “No. He’s next door with Charlie.”

“Thank you.” You nod, subtly pulling Ben with you, “Why would you-“

Gunshots catch your attention and you and Ben run to the house next door, “Robert Kearson! Charlie Drivot!” You yell as you slowly open the door, “Ben, call for backup.”

“Already done.”

You nod, the sound of painful screams fill the house and you huff, “I’m going on.”

“Y/n, no!” Ben grabs your arm and you rip it away, “They need help.”

“You don’t know if they’re still in there or not! You can’t fucking go in there.” Ben yells and a woman, covered in blood, opens the door fully.

She’s panting, sobbing, completely losing it.

“What happened?” You wrap your arm around her shoulder and she falls into you. You look at Ben, “We need EMS, now!”

You try to console the woman, but nothing is calming her down.

You peer into the house from the doorway and your breath is hitched in your throat as you see Jake standing at the top of the steps, giving you a smirk before he walks back the hall.

Not even a minute later, another gun shot was heard and everything fell completely silent.

The slowly woman turns back around, her body jolting with her silent sobs.

“Ma’am. Ma’am.” You try to pull the woman back but she breaks from your grasp, rushing into the house and upstairs to where you saw Jake.

Her blood curdling scream fills the house and a chill goes down your spine, “Go around back.. I got this covered.”

You heard sirens in the distance and the only thing you could think was, run Jake, run!

The squad cars come to a screeching stop, guns drawn as they run towards the house.

“Tell me what’s happening, y/l/n.” One of the officers says and you freeze.

“C’mon, y/n. What happened.”

“Ben and I went next door, talked to Mrs. Kearson. Heard screaming. Ran over here. The woman, Heather, she went back in, but I-I don’t know. I sent Ben around back.” You switch your gun to your other hand and wipe your palm on your jeans, “I didn’t see anything. Just.. heard the shot.”

“Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

He nods and looks around, “Going in.”

You rush in with the other officers and agents. You right up the steps and you come to a hard stop when you see the room, “Guys.” You turn your head slightly, keeping your eyes on the wall, “Guys!”

“What? What is-“ the officer stops, “What the fuck.”

In what you assume is blood, Killionaires is written across the wall.

Your eyes move to the woman laying next to the man, dead.

“Oh, Heather.” You look up, taking a shaky breath, “Fuck. I could have-“

“No, don’t do tha-“

“I could have stopped her. I could have saved her.” You bend down, head between your forearms, “Fuck!”

“Hey is every- what the hell.” Ben takes a second before looking down at you, “Hey, hey. What’s going on?”

“She’s kicking her own ass for Heather.”

“Don’t do that, y/n.” Ben drops down, his hand rubbing your back for comfort, “You tried, okay. I saw. She made up her mind.”

“This isn’t your fault y/n.” The officer says, “C’mon. Let’s get you out of here.”

They pull you to your feet and you push them away, walking down and out of the house as you wipe away your tears.

You can normally handle death. You’ve never broken down about a case, maybe two times in your career but they were, special cases.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You walk over to the one car, slamming your hand down on the hood. You were strung out.

Burnt out from playing two games at once.

“Y/n?” The chief walks up, “What’s going on?”

“No matter..” you sniffle, “What I do..” you laugh, shaking your head as you take a deep breath, “I can’t keep anyone safe.”

“You tried your best, y/n. Some people.. just can’t be saved.”

You wanted to so badly spill everything. Stick your hands out and let them cuff you, but you just couldn’t.

Not yet.

“We were right there.” You motion to the house next door, “Right here. Damn it.”

“That’s the job. Always being one step behind the perps.” The chief reaches out and rubs your shoulder, “Until you’re not. That’s what motivates me.”

“How do we get a head of them?” You sniffle, “I just-“

“I’m putting out a mandatory order for protective custody. More units patrolling. I’ll put an officer at each door if I have to.” The chief sighs, “Well get these assholes, y/n. I promise.”

You nod, “Do you need me to write a report?”

He nods, “I’ll need everything you saw, heard, felt. You know the drill.”

You nod, “Am I clear to go back to the station?”

“Oh my god, y/n. What happened?” Cody runs up, “Are you hurt?” His hands wipe over the blood on your clothes and you shake your head, “Not mine.”

He pulls you in, kissing the top of your head, and you just sob.

You hated Jake, but at the same time, a sick part of you missed him.

That was a deadly combination.

You pull yourself together and lean away, ��Can you take me to the station?”

Cody nods, “Of course. Come on.”

You make your way to his car and the whole ride there you refused to talk. You were afraid you’d say the wrong thing.

He assured you multiple times that nothing was your fault, but in reality, it was.

You get out, not waiting for him and walk into the station. You brushes people off, saying it wasn’t your blood, something happened.

You walk into the one conference room and close the door.

As you’re writing your report, images of Jake just smirking at you flash and you squeeze your eyes shut. Hoping and praying that he can just let his grip on you go, even if it’s just a little bit.

But you didn’t see that happening. Not until one of you is dead.

——

As you and Ben pull up to your house, you look over at him, “You don’t have to babysit me your whole life.”

“Who said I was doing that?” He parks the car and leans back, “I’m just looking out for my sister.”

You nod and Ben sighs, “Are you trying to tell me that you want to be left alone for tonight?” He chuckles, “I’m not going to be bad at you for needing space, not after..” he shakes his head and looks back at you, “I’ll stay at Nat’s place tonight. No big deal.”

You nod, “Thanks for being so understanding.”

He shrugs, giving you a smile before getting out of the car, “I’ll just get a bag quick and then I’ll go.”

You nod, walking up to your door, “No rush. I’m going to get a shower.” You walk into the bathroom and stand at the mirror.

You stare in the mirror, unable to recognize what you’re becoming.

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head, walking over to turn the shower on. The room fills with steam as the water grows hotter, and you discard your clothes before getting in.

You rest your shoulder and head against the wall as the water washes over you.

This is when you wished the shower would, quite literally, wash the day away. You wanted to forget. Not have the image of walking into the room in your memory.

Hearing the screams. The gunshots. Everything.

After washing up and turning the water off, a familiar voice causes you to freeze.

“How was your day, sweetheart?”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you pull the curtain back slightly and reach out for your towel, ignoring Jake.

“It’s like that now?” He scoffs, “I didn’t mean to-“

“Is my brother gone?” You ask as you wrap the towel around your body before moving the curtain.

“Would I be here if he was?” Jake tilts his head, “Stupid question, I don’t need a stupid answer.”

You roll your eyes, reaching for the door knob but Jake’s hand grabs your wrist, “I’m sorry.” You continue to ignore him, eyes staying glued to the knob.

“Y/n.” He reaches up to grab your chin and you wince at his touch, “Don’t.”

“A few days ago you were practically begging me to touch you. What happened?” Jake drops his hand to his thigh and you snap your head towards him, “What happened?” You scoff, “What happened is today. What you did. To me, today.”

“I didn’t do anything.” He rests his head back against the mirror, “I didn’t know you were going to go door to door, baby. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Or, should I say.. right time for you and your little cop buddies.” He smirks at his own words, his eyes moving down to look at you.

“Just..” you sigh, “Just leave me alone.”

You open the door and Jake follows you to your room, “You know I can’t do that, baby.”

“Stop. Calling. Me. That.” You walk over to your dresser, pulling out clean clothes, “And get out or at least turn around so I can change.”

He chuckles and shakes his head as he turns around, “What are the next steps?”

You ignore him until you dress, “With what?”

“You know what.” He turns back around and leans against the wall.

You walk past him, out to your kitchen and he follows, “C’mon. Don’t ignore me. Shit drives me crazy.”

You stand at the counter, hands laying on the edge and you think for a moment.

Jake walks up behind you and presses his chest to your back, “Tell me what the next move is, baby. I’ll leave after that.”

His hands slowly find their way to your hips and you sigh, “I’m pulling out of the investigation.”

His hands grip your hips and he spins you around, “What.” His tone is harsh, “Y/n. You do realize there is a shit ton of shit on the line, right? Like you do understand that, don’t you?”

Your voice is barely audible, breaking as you try not to cry, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Jake forces your chin up with his fingers, “Listen to me, and listen fucking good.” He stares into your eyes and you can’t help but stare back, mostly out of fear.

“You pull out of this investigation. I’ll kill your brother myself. I’ll make sure it’s slow and painful. Am I clear?”

Your heart was racing, “Don’t. Don’t bring my brother into this.”

Jake chuckles, “You already did.” He lets go of your chin and sighs, “See ya around, baby. Probably tomorrow. Who knows.”

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Based on the following info, what is the plot of your generic action movie?

For your background, if your first name starts with…

A - you’re an ex-CIA spy

B - you’re an ex-SAS operative

C - you’re an ex-hitman/hitwoman

D - you’re an ex-Green Beret

E - you’re an ex-ROK Special Forces operative

F - you’re an ex-DEA agent

G - you’re an ex-MI6 spy

H - you’re an ex-FBI agent

I - you’re an ex-US Army Ranger

J - you’re an ex-GAFE commando

K - you’re an ex U.S. Coast Guard officer

L - you’re an ex-U.S. Air Force pilot

M - you’re an ex-Secret Service agent

N - you’re a mercenary who is unaffiliated with any nation

O - you’re an ex-NYPD officer / NYPD SWAT

P - you’re an ex-LAPD officer / LAPD SWAT

Q - you’re an ex-ATF agent

R - you’re an ex-U.S. Marine

S - you’re an ex-Delta Force operative

T - you’re an ex-Navy SEAL

U - you’re an ex-MARCOS operative/commando

V - you’re a biker gang member

W - you’re a death row inmate in for some type of heinous crime

X - you’re a survivalist living in the woods

Y - you’re an ex-Joint Task Force 2 operative

Z - you’re an ex-bomb disposal unit operative (EOD)

For your tragic backstory, if your last name starts with…

A - lost your wife/husband

B - lost your son

C - lost your daughter

D - lost your brother

E - lost your sister

F - lost your mother

G - lost your father

H - lost your best friend

I - lost your fiancé/fiancee

J - lost your favorite uncle

K - lost your favorite auntie

L - lost your entire team

M - lost your mentor

N - failed to save a civilian in your last mission

O - lost your protégée

P - lost your partner (non-romantic, work relationship only)

Q - just got out of prison after being falsely accused of a crime

R - dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders

S - betrayed and left for dead by your inner circle

T - lost your ENTIRE family

U - shot and went into a coma that lasted several years

V - quit your profession because of the rampant corruption you were witnessing

W - divorced from your lover

X - shot an innocent, although you had reliable information that they were a bad person

Y - spiritual reawakening that made you leave your life of violence and death

Z - developed PTSD after single-handedly saving your team from a dangerous situation

For your movie’s antagonists, if your birth month is…

January - the cartel

February - foreign terrorists

March - domestic terrorists

April - corrupt government forces trying to eliminate loose ends

May - a hostile country that hates your country

June - an elite team of thieves/bank robbers

July - a doomsday cult

August - a powerful corporation

September - the mafia

October - far-right militia / white supremacist gang

November - a private military company

December - a gang led by your nemesis from the past

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