Mrstelford - Dakota Wolfskill

Riders on the Storm

This is part of @band--psycho’s 1.5K Followers Bingo Challenge! For this challenge, I wrote only characters portrayed by Tommy Flanagan. Some of written for before and some I haven’t.

Prompt:: Kidnapped

Pairing:: Markus x Reader

Movie:: Killers Anonymous

Warnings:: violence, swearing

After taking another blow to the face, I spat a mixture of blood and saliva onto the floor. Looking up at the masked face, I growled, “Yer gonna regret that.”

“Why’s that?” he asked, leaning close to me.

“D’ya know who my brother is?” He nodded, reaching over, stroking my hair. “He’s gonna kill ye,” I smiled.

He chuckled, “Well, I hope he does come here. Because I need to have a few words with dear ol’ Markus.” He hit me again, and I groaned, turning my head away from him. “You know, I’m surprised you lasted this long. Never had a damsel in distress stay strong and not cave for two days.”

I sneered, “It’s in my blood.” Backhanding me, I grunted from the shooting pain in my head and spat again. “I hope he kills ye slow, makin’ sure ye feel everything’ he does to ye.” I heard the door kick in, and we both turned to look. Markus strolled in, calm as ever, gnawing on a toothpick. I smiled up at him. “Yer in deep shite now.”

I watched as Markus circled around, staring down at the guy who kidnapped me. “Ye a’right, Y/N?” he asked. I nodded up at him. “Yer face looks like shite,” he laughed.

“I need to talk to you,” the man said to Markus.

“Oi!” he yelled. “I’m talkin’ to her!” He glanced down at me and asked, “Ye sure yer a’right?”

I nodded, “Aye, I’m fine. Never been so glad to see yer ugly mug.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Now…I can deal with this fucker.” Markus threw his hands up and asked, “Wha’ the fuck ye need to talk to me abou’ tha’ involves my sister?” The guy was about to speak, but Markus stopped him. “Take the fuckin’ mask off.”

The guy pulled the mask off his face, holding it in his hand. Markus scoffed, looking over his face. He must’ve recognized him. “You owe me twenty thousand pounds.”

“Tha’s a bunch of bull shite,” he chuckled. “If any money is owed…ye owe me. I did the job.”

“You killed two guys that weren’t supposed to die,” the man said. “I’m only paying for one.”

I interjected, “How abou’…ye let me go while ye two work this shite ou’?”

The guy shook his head, “No, you’re not going anywhere. Not until I get my money.” He took a step over to me, and Markus pulled out his gun, aiming it up at him. “Oh, big brother…” he chuckled, staring up at Markus.

“Touch ‘er again…I’ll fuckin’ kill ye,” he growled.

The man stepped behind me, out of my sight. I watched Markus’s face, how his eyes grew wide and filled with anger. The man grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back.

“I’ll give you…one hour,” the man said. I could hear the smile in the tone of his voice. “If you don’t have my money in one hour…I’m gonna kill her.”

Markus smirked, “An hour?” He nodded, looking around the room. “A’right.”

He walked out, slamming the door behind him. The man let go of me, throwing my head forward. “Let’s see if big brother can pull through,” he chuckled, walking in front of me.

“Ye should’ve let me go when ye had the chance,” I smiled. “Yer no’ gettin’ outta here alive.”

He hit me again harder than all the times before as the door swung in again, bouncing off the wall. Markus pulled the trigger, sending a bullet into his leg. The man fell to the ground, screaming and holding his leg. I watched as Markus walked over, slowly, calmly, determined.

He grabbed the guy’s shirt, lifting him off the ground, punching him over and over again. The guy started fighting back, putting his hand on Markus’s shoulder, but Markus just turned his head, biting down on his hand. He kept wailing on him until he thought he had enough of a beating. Standing up, he stepped over to me, untying my wrists from the chair.

“Took ye long enough,” I sighed, rubbing my sore arms.

“At least I came back,” he scoffed, scrunching his eyebrows together.

I asked, “Wha’ do we do with him?”

Markus chuckled, “We’re no’ doin’ anythin’. Yer goin’ out to wait by the car.”

“The fuck I am!” I scoffed. “I’ll kill him myself. Gimme yer gun.”

“No,” he chuckled. The guy rolled onto his back, groaning the whole way. He stared up at us as we argued about who was going to kill him. “I’m fuckin’ doin’ it,” Markus said, raising the gun and pulling the trigger. The guy fell down on the ground, blood flowing over the floor, forming a massive puddle. “C’mon, darlin’. Let’s ge’ ye home.”

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