Jason Statham x reader
one-shots
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These thrilling, twisted romance ideas are mine but, I don't own any rights to the movies or any of the characters.
Bishop became worried after he ended the call he had made from the squads phone he just killed, his now former employer had said he had sent two best teams. Bishop has just killed one team, that must mean the other team was...
Jumping into his little boat, Bishop sped off in the direction of his house. Picking up his phone he dialed Steve's number,
"When are you going to be home?" Steve answered the phone. "I'm really hungry."
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the living room."
"Sit down on the couch."
"Okay."
"I'm guessing your not alone. There's a gun down the left side of the cushion. It's loaded and the safety's off." Steve nervously glanced around at the men surrounding him.
"But I'm not a lefty."
"Then your going to die."
"All right. I'll see you when you get here." Steve handed one of the men his phone before, skillfully shooting all of them, killing them. Steve picked his phone back up and Bishop started talking again.
"Where's (y/n)?" Annoyed with Bishops question, Steve just shrugged to himself, you weren't the one waiting here for him when he got home.
"I don't know, she's not here."
"I'll be there in five."
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Hands cuffed, you sat in the corner of Deans office, said man was standing by the window looking out at the city below. He tried getting you to talk, tell him all of Arthur's secrets but you kept silent. Dean smirked as he thought of another way to break you,
"He killed Harry. Bishop, he killed your father." This peaked you interest a little,
"How did you-"
"Your father and I worked together, he told me about you but, he's gone now and you've been living with the man who murdered him. How does that make you feel, hmm." Dean looked at you wanting to see your devastated expression, but got an emotionless one instead. You weren't going to give this man the reaction he wanted,
"Remind me to thank him later." Deans eyes widened in shock at your harsh words, but his reply was interrupted by the phone ringing.
"Yes."
"How much was Harry's life worth?" Bishops voice came through the phone, making Dean a little nervous.
"Fifty million. And here's what I'm gonna do. Ten million wired to the bank of your choice within 24 hours. It's a good deal. You should take it."
