Adult Trio Wrong Number (HxH)

Chrollo ending

Sry if Writings fucked up I'm like really fucked up rn, hoping I get better b4 tmrw so I can work but just bedrotting rn

"You've gained quite a bounty yourself by now, do you know that, Zoldyck?"

The way he said your last name sent a chill down your spine. You knew how much money was placed on a Zoldyck's head. You were a bounty hunter yourself.

Killing a Zoldyck would get you billions.

You kept your body entirely still. Last thing you wanted to do was startle someone and have them shoot you.

Only moving your eyes, not your head, you tried to glance back at the man right behind you. A gun pressed against the back of your head. His hand gripping your shoulder firmly.

You wouldn't be able to teleport away from him. Even if you did, you'd just get shot.

"Why haven't you killed me yet?" You asked, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. Zoldycks don't show fear. You're a Zoldyck now.

Cowering will get you nowhere. They're nowhere near as strong as the troupe or the Zoldycks so why?

Why can't you beat them. You've won everytime, against worse opponents, why can't you right now?

"Oh I plan to," Who you assume to be the leader said, rising from his seat. Slowly approaching you, hands folded behind his back, "but that look of fear in your eyes? That is what I live for."

"You're insane." You snarled at him, briefly noticing you were practically the exact same height.

"Funny words coming from you," He laughed, his hand moving up to grab your chin harshly, "I've read up on the information on you. A Blacklist Hunter who can't bear to see someone die. But is completely fine leading someone onto the path of death."

"I'm not-"

Your eyes widened as your head snapped to the side, fast enough to give you whiplash. A stinging pain on your cheek.

He slapped you. God you were going to kill him. He fucking slapped you.

"Don't pretend to have moral high ground," He hissed, grabbing your chin again, "Is that what you tell yourself? That you're perfect because you don't actually dirty your hands? God you're pathetic."

If there wasn't a gun pressing right into your head, you'd dig your teeth into his neck.

"Insult me all you want," You laughed, stuffing your hands in your pockets, trying to ignore the way they were shaking, "we both know you're stalling. Even if you do kill me, my husband will kill you."

"You think I'm scared? Is that what you think this is, Zoldyck?" God you hated the way the name slipped from his lips, as if it actually belonged to you.

"You haven't shot me for a reason, all these guns and not a single bullet."

"Fine." He dropped your chin, gesturing at the guy standing right behind you, "Shoot them."

The second he let go of your chin, you ducked. All you needed to do was get this guys hand off you, then you could teleport away.