A Choice with no Regrets (Levi x Reader)

Prologue

Your Point of View

I was awakened by the loud sound creaks of my bedroom's door. Ugh, my precious sleep is ruined again for the nth time. Very unsurprising.

Let me guess, it is none other than...

"(Y/n), Kenny wants to talk to you. Meet him in his office. Now." A tall man with a black fucking mustache commanded.

Oh God, here is he again, budging in my room without even thinking if he ruined someone's sleep. A bad habit of his, if you were to ask me.

Meet Eric Scott, the black mustached man who is excellent at commiting crimes and murders but acts as if he is too affected when it comes to a person's past.

"What the fuck does he need from me this time?" I asked annoyingly, not even bothering to dart a glance at him.

Uhh, whenever this man is somewhere along my sight, I can't help but feel all this annoyance. His mere shadow can even disturb my senses.

"You know what, (y/n)? You're completely different from the (y/n) I've known before. You're already next to Kenny's skills! For a woman, your capabilities are too much." He sighed, ignoring my question and reminding me all those shit that happened on my past. This is the reason why I am so irritated whenever this guy is around. I mean, why does he need to recall all the things I always wanted to forget? Is this the right time for him to do this to me?

"Tch. Past will always be past, so never mention that bullshit again. Like, how many times do I have to tell you that?" I replied. I don't know what's wrong with this guy. I would've had punch him in the face right now.

Never mind, I'll just do it later when energy strikes me. Besides, I'm too lazy to even get up on my dearest bed.

"Going back on what I've asked you, what does he need?" I recalled, rolling my eyes for the second time. How I wish he sees how my eyes are moving.

"You wouldn't know the answer unless you get up out of that bed and meet him at his office, sleepyhead." he teased, emphasizing the word 'sleepyhead'. As if I would be offended and get up because of that. Jerk.

"I'm more concerned about my disturbed sleep than this commitment with Kenny. Now, if you don't want me to break your leg, turn around, kindly walk through that door and fucking leave. Thank you!" I answered sarcastically to let him know that I don't give a damn about this commitment with Kenny. He needs to give me a one damn break.

To be honest, nothing would make me up here. Unless, he would say the magic word.

If he would say that very prestigious phrase, I will not have second thoughts and get up here.

But he just won't. So I'll just continue my beauty rest here.

Moments later, I didn't hear any sound or noise anymore, which is unbelievable.

I don't think Eric finally gave up. That is just one of the things he won't do. He's not that type of man who would surrender easily.

Because of curiosity, I glanced at my door and see if no one is really there.

And as expected, I saw him still standing on my door, leaning on it, watching me to sleep.

"Did I already tell you to fucking leave?" I roared. I hate it when he acts like this every time he's with me. Ugh, I don't know why, but I really hate this guy. He's getting into my nerves.

"Kenny's putting you up on a mission. Glad enough to hear that? Get up, my dearest (y/n). I know that's what you wanted." Bullseye. He finally said the magic word. Mission.