Can't say no to that

                                    

                                          
Request – A story of Y/N and Kayce at the start of a relationship. Kayce taking things slow from his recent divorce with Monica. One day Y/N and Tate run into some bad guys and Y/N puts herself in danger to protect Tate. Kayce finally realizes he loves Y/N for that. 
Tate sat back down next to you inside the auto shop while you waited for the workers to finish with your truck. You had been hanging with the ten-year-old all day today, trying to bond and thankfully connecting better than you'd hope. Tate was enamored with you, taking a liking to you immediately after you and Kayce decided to try a relationship out only two months ago. 
"We could do ice cream?" Tate smiled at you. 
"That's not a dinner option, bud," You rolled your eyes as you looked at the clock on the wall. It was a little past six-thirty, surely, they'd be done soon. It looked like you were the last vehicle in the shop. Pulling out your phone you sent a text to Kayce.  
Almost done here and we'll be back. – Y/N 
"What about an ice cream Sunday?" Tate asked. 
"What makes you think ice cream is a no, but that would be a yes?" You laughed as you felt a buzz from Kayce's response. 
Text me when you're leaving the shop. – Kayce 
Thanks, babe. Miss you too. – Y/N 
You put your phone back in your pocket when a worker walked in, calling out your name. You and Tate stood up and followed him out to the shop where your truck stood ready. There was something off though, you could feel it as the guy stopped in front of the driver's door. When Tate moved to walk around to the other side, you reached out and grabbed his hood, pulling him back to you.  
"Is there anything else we could do for you?" The man asked. 
"No, thanks," You snapped. "We're good." 
But the guy didn't move. From your left you saw another guy come out and stop a few feet from you. Pulling Tate to stand behind you slightly you glanced between the two men. 
"Can you let us by?" You asked, praying your voice didn't sound as shaky as you felt right now. 
"Got a husband?" The one guy asked, then looked at Tate. "Or a baby daddy?" 
Your hand tightened against Tate's hoody. When the guy in front of you reached his hand out you swung your purse, hitting hit across the face. Turning quickly to Tate you pushed him away. 
"Tate, run!" You called and then turned in time for the second guy to grab you. You saw Tate turn the corner before the guy who grabbed you threw you into the side of the truck. You saw the one you had hit across the face move in close too. 
Was this really happening? You thought to yourself as you tried to wiggle your way out of the man's grip that held you. 
"You bitch," The guy breathed on you, and you tried to swing at him, but the other man caught your fist. 
"She's feisty," He laughed, and you felt sick to your stomach. 
"Get off!" You yelled. "Help!" 
A hand smacked across your face, turning your head. You were able to see your reflection in the side mirror of the truck, your eyes were wide and bright. 
"Maybe we should tune her up some" One of them asked and you felt him drag you away. 
You kicked and flailed your arms, desperately trying to break free but when you could the other one was there to hold you back. You got one kick to the side of one of them, watching them kneel over in pain.