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The Outsiders Mafia AU (Headcanons)

!!WARNING: This may contain some spoilers!!!

-Johnny loves Jazz (blues are a close second)

-Darrel is called ‘Superman’ because he once stopped mid getaway to help a woman cross the street

-The entire mafia group worships Frank Sinatra

-Tim got his scar in a violent one-on-one fight with Dallas, which also led to him losing the eye

-Johnny is a FANTASTIC cook, and shares his love through food

-Ponyboy used to watch a ton of Mafia/Secret Agent movies to ‘study’ for his future job

-The Shepherds are all from Sicily, and lived there for most of their teen years

-Johnny learned to speak several languages so that he make international deals

-Angela puts hours of efforts into her curls, and once killed a man for trying to run his fingers through them to flirt

-Curly prides himself in his height, he grew to the same height as Tim just a year before the events of ‘No Permanent Death’ and loves to remind everyone

-Johnny actually has a hatred for alcohol, but drinks it (or pretends to) to make himself seem older

-Tim will only ever drink beer

-Dallas became an assassin because he wanted to be like Charlie Chan and almost quit when he realized the man was, in fact, not an assassin

-Johnny has faked his own death about six times, and has gotten creepily good at it

-Darry hates swearing, and only does it when he’s very very upset

-Darrel is the only Curtis who can speak more than just English, He learned Italian so he could understand exposed messages within the Mob

-Dallas has actually run into the Shepherds several times, he never realized Johnny was Bambi because usually the boss doesn’t participate in the fights

-The socs do exist in this universe!! Most of them are businessmen/women who the mob has killed :P

-Sylvia also exists!! She is Dally’s ex-girlfriend, she left him after she figured out he kills people for a living

-Soda and Steve are still dating Evie and Sandy in this verse. Sandy isn’t aware of what Soda does, Evie actually is also a member of the mob and often helped out Steve at work

-When Mr.Shepherd died, all of his jewelry was given to Johnny because he was taking his place. The only thing he kept was a ring (a thick, gold, engraved ring with a red ruby) the rest was given to the Shepherds to disperse amongst themselves

-The Shepherds each got one ear pierced when they were teens to be more like their father

-Johnny sees the Shepherds as his equals, which is the reason they all dress similarly. This is also why it doesn’t occur to someone that he is the boss.

-Angelas callsign “Bella” comes from the word Bello: which means Beautiful in Italian

-Johnny once shot a very important client just because they shoved Curly

-Curly is actually really bad at his job, but gets away with it because of pure luck

-Soda got the name ‘Dice’ because he's known for taking chances on the job

-Johnny called Tim ‘Scarface’ after he lost his eye in an attempt to raise his spirits, and the name just stuck

-Tim has a glass eye, but often takes it out because he thinks its funny how grossed out his coworkers get

-Johnny wanted to be a musician, and can play the sax and guitar (he couldn’t decide if he wanted to be Louis Armstrong or Chuck Berry lmao)

-Curly wholeheartedly thought he and Johnny were related for most of his life, because he wasn’t on the mission where they found him

-Johnny gives out most of the nicknames, he was actually the first person to call Darry ‘Superman’

-The Sicilian Mafia is usually very specific about only letting in Italians. Johnny called bullshit on this, and that's how Steve(slick) and Buck(comma) got put in

-Steve used to work at the DX, he got invited in to the mafia because he was the only one who was willing to take Johnny’s car (all of his former coworkers thought a scruffy child with a century old car wouldn’t pay well)

-Buck got invited in after Tim and Johnny saw a man throw a drink on him (he beat the man to a pulp and Johnny said he had good enough aim to work for them)

-Angela LOVES compliments (She forces her brothers to hype her up 24/7)

-Johnny holds large dinners with everyone who works under him once a month to get to know them. The reason so many people are willing to take orders from him is because they know he’s the kindest boss they’ll get

-Tim is incredibly well-versed in dressing wounds, it's become somewhat of his job

-Curly cannot aim for shit, and has repeatedly just handed the gun to someone else

-The Curtis’s used to have a dog before Ponyboy was born, but they had to get rid of it to be able to pay for his upbringing

-Curly is known for full-on tackling people in fights, which actually works incredibly well

-Johnny is a horrible driver and has hit several pedestrians, animals, and trees (and got very upset after each one)

-Ponyboy has a binder that he uses as a dairy, he had pages dating back to his parents death

-Curly once tried to tackle Darry on a mission, Darry then simply pulled him off and tossed him out of the room

-Darrel refuses to do any work that involves a woman, and has lost to the Shepherds several times because he wouldn’t detain Angela

-Soda once drove a getaway car straight into the side of a building, and it almost got him and Darry killed

-Johnny paid for Steve to get braces, and he had the nickname ‘Lock Jaw’ for a VERY long time

-The Curtis’s often have movie nights!!

-Johnny refuses to hurt children, and often makes someone take the kid to another room if they do anything violent

-Ponyboy LOVES the arts, and his knowledge of Italian literature and art has saved him many times

-Angela is an excellent baker, and often tries to get her brothers to help her (they fuck it up every single time)

-Ponyboy still has nightmares in this universe, and has climbed into Soda/Darrys bed several times

-Darry hates that Pony often sees him as the bad guy, but knows he has to be to keep him safe

-Johnny is known for having an odd sense of humor and it has almost gotten him killed a million times

-Tim has “la famiglia” tattooed on his right bicep, with three little hearts under it (very similar to the one his father has on his neck)

-Though Steve doesn’t have and important role in the Mafia, him and Johnny are very good friends

-Tim is what's known as the ‘consigliere’ which means he serves as an adviser to the leader and resolves disputes within the family. (Johnny refused to make anyone the underboss because he didn’t like to think of any of them beneath him in rank)

-Ponyboy is a stargazer

-Johnny was been confused for a girl several times due to his long hair, but he refuses to cut it

-Tim gets very upset when people flirt with Angela (he’s the definition of a over-protective older brother)

-Johnny has never dated anyone- he knows whomever they are will be put in danger, and he doesn’t like the thought of people he loves fearing for their lives

-Soda once got a concussion because he ran into a wall during a chase with Curly, Curly only remembers him as ‘the wall kisser’

-The Shepherds all have a violent hatred for Ponyboy because Johnny told them about what happened in the first chapter (though Johnny has never spoken about him with even an ounce of malice)

-Darrel has been shot many times, so much so that the hospital knows him by name

-Johnny can’t stand hospitals because his parents once left him at one for three weeks. So even if he is on his damn deathbed he will NEVER go to one

-Just about everyone in the Mafia is not proud to be in it, but they all know it’s the best thing they can do with their backgrounds

-Buck and Johnny are rather close, and Buck often makes him fake drinks (ones without alcohol) because he knows how much the boy hates it

-Darry and Soda are both REALLY into cars. it’s actually helped them a lot in car chases, because they can always remember the make and model of the car

-The Shepherd Family was actually not very well known until Johnny took over, but he still worships Mr.Shepherd as if he’s the most famous man on earth

-most named characters has been to prison at one point (aside from Angela, Curly, Ponyboy, and Darrel)

-The job as Boss is incredibly stressful, and Tim has taken over for Johnny on several occasions

-Tim taught Angela, Curly, and Johnny hand-to-hand combat. He’ll often brag about it to anyone who will listen.

-Johnny goes by the Shepherd name, and only signs ‘Cade’ under important documents

-Angela has the best aim out of her entire family

-Tim actually was very upset when Johnny got his job as boss, but got over when he realized just how much the job SUCKEDD

-Two-Bit and Dallas worked together when they were rookies, but Dallas eventually moved on to do bigger and better things

-Ponyboy loves August weather, but feels he can’t enjoy those months becuase that’s when his folks died

-Two has run into Angela several times and made several (failed) attempts to flirt with her

-Johnny and Dallas have actually had several conversations in this universe, But Dallas never thought he was worth killing

-Sometimes random pastries/foods would appear on the Curtis doorstep during the Great Depression, they never knew where or who it came from but it helped them to survive (take a wild guess who made them lol)

-Johnny used to play the guitar while Angela sang to help Curly sleep <3

-Darry has never once touched a cigarette, but will drink jus tan out anything put in front of him

-Pony LOVES Italian food, but refuses to eat it because it just feels wrong to him

-Red is Angela’s favorite color, which is why the whole group is forced to wear something red (she picks out their clothes literally every day)

-Mrs.Shepherd died while giving birth to Curly, so Johnny and Curly have both never met her

-The Shepherds love spring because it reminds them of Sicily

-Bucks original nickname was FAG (Funny Accent Guy), given to him by Curly

-The Curtis brothers were all relatively short as kids, but shot up the second they hit puberty

-Tim tried to kidnap Louis Armstrong for Johnny's birthday (it did not work.)

-The Mafia has two main cover restaurants. One being a bar (that we see in the first chapter) and the other being an off-brand Italian place (Whenever someone fails an important job, they are banished to work at one of these two places)

-Johnny is the shortest person on his team, so he’ll often just step on their feet when they upset him

-Darrel is an avid people watcher

-Johnny actually looked up to many of the agents, and will excitedly tell people whenever he gets in a fight with one of them (even if he completely beats their ass he's still a total fanboy)

-Dallas has a really good memory, and can easily recall every fight he’s ever been in

If you have any other things you want me to write into the story, but them into the comments :D

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 10

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: guns, drugs, mentions of prostitution, mentions of physical assault, mentions of sexual violence, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, physical violence, nudity, guns, dead bodies, mutilated dead bodies, mentions of graphic images, murder, character death.

Her voice was quiet when she asked to see his body. Jake didn’t argue, letting Javy, Rooster and a handful of other guards drive to the city to go see Reuben’s body. She watched as the world passed her by, sitting in silence as she got to the hospital. There were places in a hospital regular people weren’t supposed to see. One of those was the morgue. Y/N had been there once before, when she had to identify her mother, or what was left of her. The rooms were cold, to keep the bodies fresh. They were bright, lit with fluorescents so the medical staff could see what they were autopsying. The doctor let her come in, instead of standing in the family viewing room. Jake had called in a favor with a doctor he knew at the hospital.

“Do you want to go alone?” Rooster asked as they stood in the viewing room. Y/N’s eyes were fixed on the closed blind in front of her. Rooster had been in here once before too, waiting to view the bodies of his parents to identify them, “Y/N?” He asked again, gently grabbing her hand.

She sucked in a breath and looked at Rooster, “Yeah,” She nodded, “I want to be alone.”

Rooster nodded and placed a kiss on the top of her head before leaving the room, allowing the doctor to come in. Y/N had to sign a bunch of release forms before she could even be standing in the viewing room.

“I should brace you Mrs. Seresin-”

“It’s Santiago.” Y/N corrected the doctor, handing him the last form.

“My apologies,” He nodded. There were three bodies lying on separate tables, hidden underneath stark white sheets. It broke her heart to see the bodies in front of her. They belonged to someone, they had a name, a story, but now, they were lying in a hospital basement waiting to be claimed. Y/N could see the outline of them and guessed which one Reueben was under.

The doctor walked over to the last one, and stood looking down at the body. Y/N walked over slowly, licking her lips, “Please confirm the identity on the chart.”

The doctor handed her the clipboard. Y/N read his name: REUBEN A FITCH, MALE, AGE 35. She nodded, handing the clipboard back and looking away from the body on the table.

“That’s him.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. The doctor nodded, handing the clipboard to his nurse. He looked at Y/N, taking a moment to read her before grabbing the top of the sheet and pulling it down. She closed her eyes, feeling the small gust of wind from the sheet being pulled back. She kept her eyes closed until the doctor spoke up.

“You can’t see anything, just his face,” He assured her, “He was shot three times in the chest at a close range. The death was quick, he didn’t suffer long,” Somehow that didn’t bring her a single ounce of comfort. The doctor frowned, “We’ll give you a moment.”

“You said he died quickly,” Y/N said.

“Yes, Ms. Santiago,” The doctor said.

“So he probably wasn’t scared.”

The doctor frowned, “Probably not, Ms. Santiago.”

She nodded and the doctor quietly exited the morgue, leaving her alone. She let out a shaky breath and opened her eyes. She gasped seeing his stilled face. His skin looked colorless, his lips were cracked and red. She placed her hand on the top of his head, running softly over his stiff dry hair. She bowed her head, trying to hide her face in her arm as she let out a loud sob. She felt her knees buckle, and she placed her other hand on the side of the table to try and keep herself up. When everyone else had left her, Reuben was always there.

Reuben had always been there to pick up the pieces. He was the one who realized that she was missing for several days. Her brothers and father brushed it off, summing it up to her just traveling around Europe again. But Reuben knew it was something far worse than that. He had been the one to find her beaten, tortured, and inches away from death in that alley.

“What am I supposed to do?” Y/N cried out, “I can’t. . . I can’t protect myself.”

Those very words she had cried out days after she had woken up in the hospital after being found. She woke up to see a sleeping Reuben by her side. It had sent her into a panic, her mind not fully comprehending her injuries. Her jaw had been wired shut due to it being broken by the pipe she received to the face. Reuben had calmed her down, telling her as much as she needed to know.

“You’re safe, Y/N. I won’t let anything happen to you as long as I live.”

“You motherfucker!” She yelled pounding on the metal table, “Who’s supposed to protect me now! You fucking selfish bitch! You should’ve let him take those fucking bullets!”

She knew that Reuben would never let that happen. He would die for the people he loved. He could always see the bigger picture, one that Y/N chose to ignore most of the time. There was something in him that knew if Jake had died on those steps, Y/N would never forgive him. He had no second guesses about stepping in front of Jake, and Y/N knew that too.

She crouched down, letting her head rest on the cool metal of the table. She shook her head, pushing her tears away. Y/N stood up and looked at Reuben one last time, she leaned down and whispered to his corpse:

“Un uomo innocente in vita, un uomo innocente in morte,” She placed a kiss on his cheek, and grabbed the white sheet pulling it back over his head.

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The next couple days at the house were strenuous. Y/N pushed Jake away even more than she already had. The only thing that had changed was the two of them laying next to each other in bed every night. But even in a shared bed, they kept their distance from each other. The boys were surprised to see Y/N every morning in the office, dressed in business casual, listening in on the meetings and deals going down.

“We gotta figure out Dante,” Rooster said, kicking his feet up on his desk, “The longer we wait, the worse this shit is gonna be.”

Jake nodded. They had gotten a call last night about a gun stock house going up in flames, several women and children trapped on the inside. Y/N wanted no part in figuring out what to do about Dante, her main focus was finding Sophie alive and Francisco dead. Jake looked over at her as she drowned out the talk of the boys. He had been watching her closely, scared of what she might do. The only person in the house she had confided in was laying in the basement of a funeral home waiting to get cremated.

“What if we use her?” Javy said, looking over at Y/N.

“Hell the fuck no,” Jake answered quickly, “I’ve been talking to other crews in the area. They set up a meeting with Dante, we pull up and off that son of a bitch.”

“You think that’s actually gonna work? We tried that shit and Rooster got stabbed,” Javy said.

“I really would not like to get stabbed again either,” Rooster added.

Jake rolled his eyes and started speaking about his plan, which caused Javy to jump in on the argument. Y/N sat back in her chair, watching as all four boys argued different points on how to capture and kill Dante. A loud, shrill scream is what broke up the argument, all five of their heads snapping towards the open office door. Rooster was the first one out, pulling his gun from his waistband, and creeping down the hallway. The rest followed after him, and Bob softly pushed Y/N to the back to protect her. Jake walked cautiously into the foyer, seeing another guard usher Emile away from the door, looking faint and pale. Jake tucked his gun in his waistband and walked over to the open door.

He did a double take, looking from the scene right out his front door and over to his family, “Get Y/N out of here.” Rooster nodded, taking a step back and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“No,” She shrugged Rooster’s arm from her shoulders, “What the hell is going on?” She asked, taking a step forward, only to be blocked by Rooster, “No, move.” Rooster refused to move, blocking Y/N’s every step. She clenched her jaw and rammed her elbow into Rooster’s side, causing him to double over. Jake held his arms across the doorway, broadening himself to stop her. “Jake-” She looked up at him, locking his eyes with her own, “let me through.”

The determined look in her eyes told him that no matter what he said, she would find a way through him, so he tucked his arms across his chest, allowing her to pass him. He kept his back to her, but could hear the gasp that left her lips. Bob followed close behind, looking over her shoulder as the two of them gagged at the sight.

Laying across the concrete pad was Isabella, bloody, bruised, and barely clothed, moreso covered in pictures, each cutting into Y/N as she stared down at the woman. She walked slowly, as if she was walking on a tightrope and could fall to her death at any moment. Everything looked familiar, from the way Isabella’s face had been beaten, to the way her body was positioned on the concrete.

Bob leaned towards Jake, “Are those pictures-”

“Y/N and her mother.” Jake interrupted, keeping his voice low. Jake looked at her, as she knelt down in front of the dead girl’s body. Her shaky hand reached out and grabbed one of the pictures. The printed picture displayed her own broken and bloody body when she was found in the alley. She looked down at Isabella, her teary eyes landing on the familiar letters burned into her ribcage. Y/N felt her own scar begin to burn, a reminder that her and the dead girl were one in the same.

“Y/N, I think that’s enough, let’s go inside, we’ll get this dealt with.” Jake said, reaching out to brush his hand on her arm. Y/N stood up slowly, her hands trembling. Jake softly took the picture from her hands, he had to turn his head to keep from gagging at the material on it.

“It’s the same.” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued to stare at the corpse.

“What do you mean?” Jake asked, stepping closer, pressing his chest against her shoulder, “Baby, come on-”

“The stab marks, the- the bruises, everything- it’s the same as when he-” She didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence before Jake pulled her into his arms, pressing her head against his chest, immediately barking orders at the others to take care of it.

Bob stepped through the mass of guards, squatting down to be level with the body, looking at the pictures. He picked up the one that had been in Y/N’s hand, studying the similarities between the picture and current display in front of him. She was right, everything was the same, even down to the scar that ran down Isabella’s face, more than likely from the same pipe that had caused Y/N’s.

“She’s wearing the same thing?” Javy asked, moving to stand next to his big brother and finding the parallel between the post beating pictures of Y/N, and Isabella.

“Everything seems to be the same, the holes, the bruises, she was probably-”

“That’s enough,” Rooster grunted, “Let’s just get this shit cleaned up.” He moves to pick up the pictures, and immediately noticed something in Isabella’s hand. He pulled the crumpled piece of paper from between her cold, stiff fingers, opening it to see what more of a message could have been left in addition to the body.

This should have been you.

Rooster handed the note to Bob. All of them shared a look, before turning and seeing their leader comforting his fiance. Y/N didn’t dare to move, watching as the guards cleaned up the mess. Y/N hated Isabella, but she would never imagine the next time she saw the girl, it would be her dead, tortured corpse on her front door. Jake tried to get Y/N to go inside, but she shook her head. He stood by her, taking her hand in his, giving her a comforting squeeze as the guards loaded up Isabella’s body in the back of an SUV.

“Where will they take her?” Y/N asked.

“Private funeral home. We’ve got a guy who handles this stuff,” Jake said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Does she have a family?”

“I don’t know, babe, she was nothing more than a whore. She was gonna meet an untimely death either way.”

Y/N snapped her head and looked at him, “She didn’t deserve this. I know exactly what happened to her.”

“We don’t know that it-”

“She had the brand.”

“What?”

Y/N clenched her jaw and pulled up her shirt, exposing the puffy scared skin with Francisco’s initials burned into her ribcage. Jake sucked in a breath, looking into her eyes. He knew there was nothing he could say that would bring her comfort right now. Y/N knew the exact pain Isabella had gone through, and Jake wished she didn’t.

“She deserved better than this. She is someone’s daughter. I was someone’s daughter.”

“Y/N-”

Jake called out to her as she spun on her feet and ran up the stairs. Jake closed his eyes as the master bedroom door slammed shut. Y/N took a deep breath, looking around her room. She looked at the various pictures and items that sat on her vanity. The smiling faces of her friends and family mocking her. She let out a frustrated scream, as she stormed over and swiped everything off the vanity, letting it go smashing to the ground. The one picture that didn’t fall with the rest, was a single image of her, her mother and father. She found it ironic that it didn’t fall and break. She picked it up in her small hands, letting her tears fall and hit the glass.

The smiles on her parents' faces were of true happiness and love. The image had been captured the day Y/N had agreed to marry Francisco. She had been in love then, or so she thought. The perfect girl in the picture seemed like a stranger. Her skin was soft and smooth, not scared like it was now. Her eyes were bright and happy. Her smile wasn’t damaged. Y/N raised the picture above her head, letting out a scream as she threw it on the ground, watching it slam into a million pieces.

She was tired of being weak. Tired of constantly having to rely on others to keep her safe. She had trusted someone once before to keep her safe and protected, but it only led to heartbreak and misery. Y/N walked into the bathroom, looking at her tear stained face in the mirror. She was tired of looking like this. She had wasted enough tears and feeling sorry for herself. Y/N ran her fingers over the scar that ran down her face, something her father had wanted her to get plastic surgery to fix. It was her daily reminder of what had been taken from her. But also, of the strength she had gained.

The boys were sitting in the living room when Y/N came running down the stairs. The scene from outside had been cleaned, and Isabella’s body had been disposed of. Y/N didn’t even bother looking at the door as she walked right over to the group of them. Bob looked at her, a smirk on his face noticing the shift in her confidence.

“We need to take care of this Dante shit, tonight.” She spoke to them.

“No,” Jake said, shaking his head, “You’re too emotional right now. You need to have a clear-” his words were cut off by a loud smack across his face. He held his cheek, turning his head to look at the woman in front of him. Her face was cold as he searched her up and down. All the boys watched them with baited breath waiting for Jake to explode with violence.

“I am sick and tired of men making these decisions for me. We do this tonight. He can’t keep getting away with making poor women their plaything and killing them. You and I both know we can’t go to the feds or this shit will be flipped on us. It’s bad enough you got one of them sitting on your fucking couch right now. We either do this tonight, or we prepare for more dead bodies to pile up and stock to be burned.”

Jake took a step back from her, a smirk on his face as he took her in. The power that she had was intoxicating. All eyes were on her and Jake, as they waited to see what Jake would do. All he did was, folding his arms over his chest.

“So what's the plan?”

“That’s for me to know, and you to wonder.”

All four men watched her leave, their mouths slightly open. Jake shamelessly fixed his pants, biting his lip. This was the woman he had been waiting for. He watched her body disappear down the hallway, hearing the door to his office shutting. Jake looked over his shoulder at his brothers who were waiting for the next command.

“I guess we listen to her now.” Jake said. The boys nodded, all dispersing in various directions. Jake just stood there, shaking his head, replaying what had just happened in his head.

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The master bedroom had slowly started to turn into a space for the both of them to be in. Jake started leaving his clothes and shoes in the closet at first. Then he started bringing in his shower stuff. Eventually all his belongings ended up in the bedroom. The first couple days of them sharing a room had been awkward, accidentally running into each other, or exposing themselves to one another. But they had quickly learned how to operate around each other.

Jake walked out of the closet, buttoning up his shirt when his gaze fell on Y/N, who was sitting at her vanity, working on covering up the bruising on her face. The bruises from the night in his office had started to fade, leaving behind the yellowing color of healing. Every time he looked at her, it was a constant reminder of one of the worst nights of his life. For a week after that night, he never looked her in the eye. He couldn’t bring himself too. The prominent black and blue under her eyes made his heart break everytime.

“Your nose looks like it’s healed,” Jake spoke, walking over to her. She smiled as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Yeah, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore,” Y/N said, setting her makeup brush down, “I can actually cover it up pretty well with makeup now. Before I had to color correct the bruises and all, it was a whole process.”

“I’m so sor-”

“Jake, it’s fine. It’s all in the past now.”

“No, Y/N it’s not,” Jake said, and knelt down in front of her. He grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes, “I am so sorry for what I did that night. I don’t even know what came over me that night. I was just so angry and confused and… I never meant to hurt you like that. I listened to your screams that whole night. I actually came in here, and sat watching you sleep. I was terrified I'd wake up in the morning and find out you hurt yourself. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that would’ve happened.”

Y/N could remember him waking her up in the middle of the night from her nightmares. He would just wake her up, and step back, not wanting to make things worse. Several times she had found herself yearning for Jake’s touch, something to comfort her while she fought to get herself back to sleep.

“I don’t plan on leaving you for a long time,” Y/N said softly. Jake nodded, grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Her hands went to his cheeks, caressing them softly as he kissed her.

“Guys! It happened! They kissed!” The two of them jumped apart to find Javy standing in the doorway, a large smile on his face like a kid on Christmas morning. The both of them laughed and Jake pushed himself up to his feet.

“Are you ready to go?” Jake asked her. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She pushed herself up from her seat, fixing the tan and red bodycon dress she was wearing. Jake looked over her body, admiring her curves. The red lace was mesmerizing, strategically placed on her body covering her modesty. Y/N fluffed her hair, letting the curls fall down around her shoulders.

“All ready, how do I look?”

“Are you sure this plan has to be done tonight?” Jake asked, “Cause I’d rather do something else-”

Y/N rolled her eyes, stepping away from her vanity. Jake pushed her chair in, following behind her. Javy leaned up against the wall outside of the door, a similar smirk on his face.

“You’re acting like that’s the worst thing we’ve done,” Y/N said to Javy, which caused the man’s jaw to drop. Jake raised his eyebrows at his brother, biting back a cocky grin as he slapped Y/N’s ass as she walked out the door.

“Jacob Thomas!” She gasped and Jake couldn’t help but laugh, throwing his arm around her shoulders.

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Jake had set Y/N free to go the second they walked into the club. He told her where to look if she needed help, but he trusted that she could handle this. Her plan was simple as she explained to them on the drive to the club, she was going to lure Dante in on the dance floor, distract him enough for Javy to sneak up behind him and inject him with an anesthetic so they could move him to the chamber for questioning. Jake and Bob both made their way to the second floor, while Rooster and Javy got lost on the dance floor.

Dante had slowly made his way into the club, weary of the possible eyes on him. He knew that Jake wouldn’t dare to do anything dumb in a club full of people, which was one of the only reasons he agreed to this meetup. Dante ordered himself a drink and leaned against the bar. His eyes scanned over the dark club, landing on Y/N. She shot him a wink and a nod as she pressed her back against some man behind her. Dante smirked, setting his drink down and pushed himself through the crowd and over to her.

She was easy to spot, standing in the middle of the floor, the center of attention. Jake watched with his jaw clenched as she danced with his friend. Javy looked a little too excited as he gripped her hips, swaying her to the beat of the music. Jake stood up straighter seeing Dante push his way through the crowd and over to her. He watched how they easily fell into conversation and a dance. She was intoxicating, every single thing about her, Jake was loving watching her be pressed in between the two men, but he also wanted nothing more than to storm down there and bury a bullet in between Dante’s eyes. Bob stood next to him, taking in his tense body language.

“How are things going?” Bob.

“What do you mean?” Jake asked back.

“With her,” Bob nodded down to the floor, “You don’t seem to want to smash her face into tables anymore.” Jake glared at him and Bob laughed raising his hands up, “Sorry, tough crowd.”

“Asshole,” Jake sighed, “I think I’m finally accepting my fate. Emile called me out after that night, and I think it made me realize something.”

“And that was. . . “

“That I love her.”

“Jake-”

“I mean it,” Jake said, downing the rest of his drink, “I buried myself in pussy and power for years after Natasha because I was scared. I didn’t allow myself time to heal, but the thought of losing her. . . it drives me crazy. I mean look at- where the fuck is she?”

Bob looked from his brother down to the dancefloor, seeing that Y/N was now gone. Jake was furious watching as Javy and Rooster frantically looked around the dancefloor, hoping to find her before their leader sees she’s gone. Jake pushed himself from his spot, quickly moving downstairs, Bob hot on his heels. Jake got to the main area, having to physically push himself through the crowd to get to the other side where his brothers stood. Both Rooster and Javy looked like deer in the headlights when Jake stood before them.

“Where the fuck is Y/N?” Jake demanded. The boys shared a look of uncertainty, neither of them daring to look their leader in the eye. “Goddamnit, Where is she?!”

“Last I saw her, she was headed to the back,” Javy shrugged.

“With who?” Jake asked, “I swear to god, I will light this whole club up if you don’t start running your fucking gums.”

“Dante,” Javy said. Jake saw red as he pushed away from his brothers, the crowd moving for him this time as he stormed his way to the back. He had no care as he opened the doors, exposing the random couples in the rooms in various states of undress.

He got to the last door, and could see movement and shapes behind the opaque glass door. He could hear the muffled sounds and took a deep breath as he pushed the door open. Jake’s brown eyes scanned over her, taking in the sight of her tan and red lace dress pushed up higher on her thighs. Her legs spread as the leader of the Soto Mafia was on his knees in front of her, his head in between her thighs. Jake cocked his eyebrow, noticing the gun she had pressed to his head.

“Nice of you to join us, sweetheart.” She smirked.

“Didn’t know this was a group project, honey.” Jake said, leaning against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, “What’s going on here?”

“Dante here was just telling me about all the things he can do with his mouth. But as far as I can tell, the only thing he can do is bore me to death.”

“You’re still alive, so clearly he can’t even do that correctly.”

“You really tell girls that shit and expect them to get wet? Dude, I’m drier than the fucking Saraha right now.”

Jake rolled his eyes, “Let’s leave the theatrics to Coyote. Get on with it.”

“Fine,” She sat up from the couch, and walked around Dante, keeping the gun on his head, and pressing it against the back of his head, “Where is he keeping her?” Dante let out a choked moan at the grip she had on his hair, and the feeling of her breath against his ear, causing Jake to once again roll his eyes.

“The place of civic, used to be a butcher shop,” Dante winced as Y/N pushed the gun further into his head, “H-he promised me a slice of the cut. He wanted to get you there. He knows if the wedding doesn’t happen, The Santiagos don’t break ties with the Solanos.”

That was new information for Jake as he clenched his jaw. He continued to watch his fiance press the dangerous man for information, and how easily Dante gave it up for her. Jake made a mental note to make sure that Bob pulled all the footage from the room, and started a plan on breaking into the old butcher shop that was once owned by Javy’s family.

“Last thing,” Y/N said, “Is the girl alive?”

Dante closed his eyes, knowing that there was only one correct answer, and he was not about to give it, “I-I. . . She was breathing the last I saw her. . . a week ago.”

Y/N looked up at Jake, a tear running down her face, “Not good enough.” She kept her eyes on Jake the whole time as she pulled the trigger, and Dante’s body fell to the floor with a thud. Jake quickly walked to her and pulled her into him. He closed his eyes as he took in a deep whiff of her perfume before pulling away and checking her over for injuries.

“You okay?” He asked and Y/N nodded, “I thought you were the distraction,” He ran his thumb over her cheek.

A smirk graced her lips, “Never send a man to do a woman’s job’.”

Jake just shook his head as he pulled her in for another kiss, cradling the back of her head, as she slid the gun he hadn’t even realized had been missing, back into the holster on the back of his belt.

“When did you take that?” Jake asked, confused.

“On the way here. Maybe you should pay attention to who's getting in your pants.” Jake watched with a dumbfounded expression as she walked down the hallway to meet his brothers. She stopped briefly and turned, noticing he was still in his same spot, “You coming?” She asked, holding her hand out to him.

He shook his head, moving from his spot to take her hand, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“What a lucky way to die.”

The boys waited nervously as they watched Jake and Y/N walk back out from the back. Each of them was judging their leader’s expression before speaking, but he was unreadable. They did notice their conjoined hands, and a bright smile on Y/N’s face. Javy was the first to break, sighing in relief, his face breaking out into a smile. He could see the shift in his twin more than anyone else could.

“We’re going to need a cleaning crew for the last room,” Jake said, pointing behind him.

“What did you do to him?” Rooster asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“Blew his mind-” “Left a bit of a mess-” Jake and Y/N both looked at each other, as the other three boys shared a look of confusion. Jake rolled his eyes.

“Just make sure that shit gets cleaned. New carpet would be appreciated.”

“Oh, we could put in that hardwood that I had suggested.”

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madame-wilsonn · 1 year

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Midnights: Chapter 5

MASTERLIST — MIDNIGHTS MASTERLIST

Summary: John is dead and the Shelby family—or whatever is left of it—has to deal with the threat of the Italian mafia. Tommy contemplates the most recent events and how he will face this new enemy.

A/N: another chapter, another big jump! We switch to season 4 in this one but I promise there will be less and less time jumps between each chapters. I hope you will enjoy this and see you next Friday! 💗

Warnings: mentions of death, angst

Word count: 1,135 words

Tommy remembered the day after John was born. His mum was exhausted, his father nowhere to be found and Polly, holding a small figure hidden in a quilt, came to him with a smile. She sat down and handed him his baby brother. Even as a little boy, Tommy understood how fragile he was. He understood that such a small creature needed protection and gentleness. And although Tommy wasn’t much gentle with his brother, he swore to protect him whether in the dingy street of Small Heath or feet under the surface, in the tunnels.

Now, Tommy stood in their childhood home, with smoke clinging to his suit and an empty bedroom down the hall— the only reminders that once, John was here. That he wasn’t a product of Tommy’s tortured imagination. That once, there was another brother. A brother Tommy failed to protect.

He observed the empty street plunged in darkness. Loss was a strange thing. He had lost so many people you would think he got used to the feeling. But the pain never lessened. It accumulated. It grew and grew and Tommy could feel the heaviness hovering over his head. He tried to keep it away but as time passed, he felt like his body couldn’t resist much anymore. The years of pain he had fought would soon explode and Tommy didn’t know what would happen then. He didn’t want to find out.

Tommy could still feel the quilt his mum had knitted for John. It was soft. A sharp contrast with the cold, metallic table of the morgue.

He had rushed to the hospital, a mere few hours after arriving at Small Heath and putting Charlie to bed. Esme called the hospital. Then she called Polly. Then Polly called him. Tommy didn’t understand much from the conversation but he ran to the hospital. Michael was barely alive. He had been shot. Four times. His chest was bleeding and Polly was all over the place. But Michael was still breathing. Michael would be okay. John wouldn’t.

He had died in front of his house. Tommy counted six gaping holes on his brother’s scarlet chest. Arthur was crying. He couldn’t even look, couldn’t even speak. And Tommy wished he could cry too. But the tears stayed locked, burning his vision. A part of him knew that if he began crying, he would probably never stop. So he mumbled the words. In the bleak midwinter. The only promise he couldn’t fail to fulfill.

Esme ran inside as soon as the words had been uttered. And all her rage, all her despair, Tommy felt it. He almost apologized to her as she cursed him.

He knew the power women had. But he wasn’t mad, he wasn’t even scared. He knew he deserved it. Whatever curse Esme was throwing at his face, he was already paying for it. The curse was his ambition. The curse was himself.

Not even a year before, he was in the parlor with Polly and John and Arthur. Grace was safely waiting for him at Arrow House and he was king of the world. And he threw all that away. All for some pride, for some apologies. All because he fucking could.

And everybody in his family didn’t miss a chance to remind him. Especially Polly. Oh, how he hated her sometimes. But the worst part was that he hated her because she was right. They all paid the price for his actions. It didn’t matter that Tommy would get them out of jail—of course, he wouldn’t let them be executed—but it meant nothing because while they were in the gallows, Tommy was in his house. While they stood on a platform, a noose around their neck, Tommy was playing with his son and taking care of his horses.

He rubbed his eyes, lighting up a cigarette. The funeral was this morning. Caravans, out in the open. That’s how John wanted to go. He tried to tell the family—and remind himself that John had already died once. Tommy had lost him. Him and his comrades in the tunnels as they waited for the Prussian cavalry to finish them off. And for some time, he wondered why he ached. Why was he so sad when it had already happened? But then Tommy realized that in the tunnels, they were all supposed to die. Now, his brother was gone and he had to keep going without him. He was never prepared for that.

Tommy didn’t want to admit it out loud but a part of him dreaded the end. When they would all go their separate ways. When he would have to go back to that gigantic mansion of his and enjoy loneliness as sole company.

John may be a cloud of smoke now but so was his relationship with Polly. And he knew that without Polly, he would crumble. It killed him to acknowledge it, even just to himself but it was the truth. She had always been the only one who somehow understood him. She understood his mind like no one else did. And although she challenged him, Tommy enjoyed that competition. He thrived on it.

Polly knew more about himself than he probably did. She wasn’t afraid to use that against him, reminding him constantly that he wasn’t invincible, he wasn’t the stable and strong figure he tried to be. No, Tommy was lost. And terrified. He was so fucking scared. He had already lost a wife and a brother, he knew he couldn’t lose anyone else. But there were killers lurking around every corner and no amount of money or power could shield them from deadly bullets. He could hire all the Aberama Golds the world had to offer, it still didn’t assure an infallible protection.

Tommy glanced towards the bed, Charlie’s small figure hidden under the blankets. His son had no idea. He didn’t remember John much, nor Esme or his cousins. Tommy wished he could explain to him that he had another uncle. An uncle who was an expert at making the plane and who always won hide-and-seek. But Charlie wouldn’t understand because Tommy tore the family apart and let his son spend the past year alone, in a mansion too big for him.

Charlie still asked him where his mum was sometimes. Tommy tried to explain it to him. But truth was, she was gone. Just like John. One minute, he slept in the bedroom down the hall. The next, the house felt too empty because he wasn’t there anymore. Just gone.

And now, Tommy had to carry that burden. His wife died, it was his fault. Now his brother was killed and it was his fault too. Tommy threw the cigarette in the ashtray, glancing at the sky above and his chest heaved.

His fault.

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ginnxtonic · 2 years

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"Katya loved Goncharov more because she couldn’t shoot him" "Andrey loved Goncharov more because he shot him to save him from suffering a worse death" both of these discourses miss the fundamental point in Goncharov (1973) about the cyclical nature of abuse and how this ties into patriarchal gender binaries! It's about how these norms only allow men to express love/intimacy with other men through violence, and how to survive in a cut throat mafia world Katya has had to adopt those masculine traits which translate into violence against the one she loves.

Katya's own narrative arc deals intensely with the pain these binaries impart, albeit focused more on her being torn between her Russian and Italian lineages, representative of the two peoples' different experiences during World War II and with authoritarianism; it's why her dynamic with Sofia can't be entirely explained as either a stale Hollywood love triangle or sapphic longing (although it’s definitely sapphic af, I mean we all remember the apples scene!). Sofia of course represents the innocence of a life free from crime, but more than that, she is fully Italian, not caught between two cultures aka allegiances the way that Katya is. This is where the director's own life experience comes through (remember that Matteo also had an Italian mother, and had a “““very close male roommate””” for much of his adult life!)

Unlike a lot of women in mob movies, who are either presented as innocent mothers or black widows that want to usurp their male relatives' power (the classic Madonna/whore complex of it all!) Katya's actions are clearly explained as stemming from the violence she saw inflicted on her mother due to her father's gang activity. She is very aware of how women in this life are often the victims of their husband's/father's battles; but if being a proper innocent mob wife didn't save her mother, it didn't save her grandmother during the war, why should she wait around for her brother and her husband to fail her too? Why shouldn't she embrace the masculine violence and make it her own weapon, in true Lady Macbeth fashion??

But in the end she refuses to kill the man she loves, she defies this generational cycle of violence; which Goncharov interprets as a lack of love when it is in reality the complete opposite. But Andrey... oh, Andrey. Violence is the only love language he has ever known, and while Katya spends the entire film grappling with the culturally imposed binaries she straddles, Andrey's only option is to fully embrace the violence as the only form of intimacy available. When he kills Goncharov, it's both out of mercy and because this is the only means through which he is able to express the true depths of his love for him. Andrey is able to complete the cycle because Katya’s expression of love is inconceivable to him. It's the sort of subversive gender critique that flew over the heads of 70's audiences but has made the film ripe for modern viewers.

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Compromised One Shot - All About Family ^**

Harry finally goes to meet and check in on Y/N's family. I really love how this one turned out! And I also really love the smut, it's very romantic but hot!

WC: 8.1k

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy struggles, grief, mentions of death and suicide, daddy kink smut.

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Being married hadn’t really changed the dynamic between Harry and Y/N, the biggest difference over their four months of being married was that their sex lives had morphed to include actual baby-making sessions when she was ovulating. Harry had yet to get Y/N pregnant and it did weigh a little bit on them. When he got checked everything seemed to be normal, the doctor just told him that maybe it wasn’t the right time yet. And when Y/N got checked she was told that it might be a little while before she could actually get pregnant. She had been on birth control since the age of 13 - she was now 30 - her hormones were trying to rebalance themselves without the help of birth control; it would take time for her body to be prepared for a successful pregnancy. The doctor was very kind, but candid even about the increased possibility of miscarriages the first couple times, Y/N was alright hearing it, but Harry squeezed her hand with nerves. Y/N had gotten off of her pills the week before the wedding and she was aware that it could take some people time to be able to actually get pregnant. Hearing from a professional that these challenges they were having were normal was relieving, so she wasn’t all that worried about it after hearing that but Harry seemed to still be carrying a brunt of the concern.

“Dottorra, sei sicuro? Ci stiamo provando già da quattro mesi.” He told the doctor and she nodded.

“Assolutamente. Tutto sembra normale. Sii paziente.” She smiled and Harry nodded.

“You hear her, it’s fine.” She said to Harry, who nodded, still anxious.

“It can be a couple of months or maybe even a year before it can happen.” The doctor then said in a slightly broken English. She was a sweet woman who liked when they came in because it gave her the chance to practice her English and them their Italian. This made Harry even more nervous and Y/N looked at the state he was in and decided it might be good to know if there was anything she could do to improve her chances.

“Mi consigliate qualcosa per migliorare le nostre possibilità di concepimento?” Y/N proceeded to ask for any recommendations to improve chances of conception and the doctor nodded and gave some supplements and diet recommendations that have been proven to boost egg quality. Healthy egg plus healthy sperm should equal a baby she assured them and with this fresh in their minds they headed home.

“I’m relieved to know there’s not any serious issues.” He said as he hugged Y/N from behind. She was currently grabbing some water and she smiled.

“Told you it was gonna be fine.” She said and he hummed into her shoulder, “Are you sure you’re gonna be fine with a baby though? Gonna have to share me for the rest of our lives.” She pointed out with a grin.

“Baby, it’s 50-50.” He said and she was cracking up in his arms as he said this.

“More like 90-10.” She said after she calmed and he huffed.

“Are you sure about that?” He questioned.

“Definitely, baby, it would need us to survive. Basically gonna be using my body for that the first year at least.” She said.

“It?” He laughed.

“Well, I don’t know what it’ll be!” She defended her phrasing.

“Jesus… Imagine that, an ex-mafia member and an ex-CIA agent coming together and having a kid. The type of parents we’ll be…” He mumbled in disbelief and she smirked.

“Hey, I know plenty of regular people who are horrendous parents. If anything, I think our life experiences are advantages. Besides, our parents did amazing jobs.” She said and he hummed in agreement and a silence fell over them for a second, “You know, we can wait a little more. We don’t have to plan it on purpose, we can just…let it happen when it’s meant to happen.” She said and he nibbled on his lip for a moment.

“We should plan, what if he have a Capricorn baby?” He asked and she laughed again and he grinned at successfully lightening the mood for a second, “Is it selfish of me if I say we should definitely wait a little bit more?” He asked, she was still giggling as she turned to face him and he hoisted her up onto the counter and she draped her arms around his neck.

“No baby, it’s not at all. We need to enjoy and solidify our marriage.” She reasoned, “And also make sure we’re on the same page about what we want for our family. What parenting looks like for each of us and do those styles align and are they proven to be good. What values we want to instill in our child. What kind of person we want them to be…it’s a big job. It’s a commitment, bigger than the one we’ve made to each other. I mean, if you think about it we’re choosing to create an entirely new person to add into the mix of this world and we’re sending them out into that world with the tools we have given them to navigate it and they can do good, but they can also cause harm…” she said and he started feeling more nervous about it, “Being a parent is the most important job, I think. And if I’m going to be a parent I want to make sure that I’m ready to commit the time I need to, to my child to do the best job for them.” She explained her thoughts and he was slightly pouting now, “Did I freak you out?” She asked and he sighed through a smile.

“Just a little. I hadn’t… thought of it like that before. For me it was more like, I love you so much and I have this primal need to make you a mother, to create more with you. I hadn’t considered any of what you just said before… Is that why you never wanted to have kids?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Yeah, part of it. There’s so much good you can do and people can still go…rogue. I mean, look at me. My parents didn’t raise me in the hopes that I’d become a killer.” She said with a small frown.

“Baby, that’s not even the truth. You’re good, you’re so, so good.”

“I know I am now, but I wasn’t always.” She said, “And I’ve forgiven myself for it, but I can’t let myself forget.” She reminded and he nodded in understanding.

“I think that’s what would make you the most incredible mum. Learning to love and forgive yourself is not something that many people do successfully.” He said and she hummed, “I think you’re completely right about where your head’s at. In my mind just the idea of being able to get you pregnant and having a little you and me combo is what was exciting for me, but you’re absolutely right, it’s far more than that. I don’t know it was just a childish and simple little thing in my head, like the obvious next step, you know?”

“I’m an over-thinker, you know that. But you’re not being childish, it’s natural to want just the simplicity of a family, it’s not like you were being careless or making light of it, H. I think we’re meant to feel that need, but the world we live in can make the simplest things vastly complicated.” She shrugged, reassuring him that his reasons for wanting a baby weren’t wrong.

“I’ll tell you one thing that’s not complicated,” she hummed to urge him on, “After this very enlightening conversation I’ve concluded that I’m not nearly ready to share you with anyone. For very selfish and hedonistic reasons.” He whispered as he leaned in to press his lips against hers. They smiled into their kiss and parted again.

“I’m not ready to share you either. Want to enjoy us for a little bit longer.” she confessed and he smiled before delving back in to kiss her.

“Good thing we didn’t buy those supplements.” He mumbled and she laughed into the space between them, “So…do you want to go and fuck?” He asked and she giggled.

“I thought we just agreed to wait.”

“Baby, I said ‘fuck’, not make a baby. We haven’t fucked in a while.” He pointed out.

“How about later?” She asked and he pouted and nuzzled himself against the side of her face.

��Tesoro, non torturarmi in quel modo. Ti voglio così tanto.” He mumbled in Italian against the shell of her ear that she was torturing him and he wanted her so badly and she bit down on her lip, he knew what his speaking Italian did to her.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” She responded in English and he grinned against the line of her jaw, she could feel it.

“Non so di cosa stai parlando.” He played dumb as he softly kissed her jaw.

“Sai come mi sento quando mi parli in italiano.” grabbing him by the hair and pulling him back, their eyes meeting again and he grinned smugly as she reiterated to him that he was well aware of what it did to her when he spoke in Italian to her.

“No, non lo so. Dimmi come ti fa sentire.” He responded that he was not aware and to tell him how it made her feel. His green eyes were already dark with lust for her and she bit her grin back as he studied her face for a moment.

“It makes me feel like strangling you.” She joked as she slid her hands up his throat playfully and he hummed.

“That’s the spirit, but just squeeze a little bit tighter, baby.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes at him as she let her hands slide down to his firm chest, “Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” He asked, fully offended and she smiled.

“I do, just not now. My entire reproductive system was just probed at and honestly that speculum was a little big for me and it hurt a little. I’m still feeling like a specimen or something, it’s not you at all.”

“Oh.” He frowned, “I’m sorry, baby. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Let’s go for a cuddle.” She said and he smiled.

“Alright, hang on tight my little koala bear.” He warned and she clutched tightly to him as he walked them up to their bedroom. Soon they were plopping onto their bed and he got comfy as she hugged around him, trapping his leg between her legs.

“What’re you gonna read to me?” She asked. When they cuddled like this he always pulled out a book and read to her so that they could practice their Italian. In their lines of work it was important that they both understood the basics, but living here the past two years, they were both getting more fluent, but being with each other all of the time didn’t really give them enough practice, so this is something they did to learn new words.

“Neruda poems, you tell me what you understand.” He mumbled as he opened up the book and she hummed happily, “Corpo di donna, colline bianche, cosce bianche. Come come il mondo, posseduto nella resa. Il mio corpo selvaggio di operaio ti scava e fa…” he paused, “…esplodere un figlio dalle profondità della terra.” He cleared his throat and she giggled.

“Is this about getting someone pregnant?” She laughed and he chuckled.

“I think so… I promise that wasn’t on purpose. It’s the first one in this book.” He laughed and she joined him as well.

“Gonna explode a son into the depths of me?” She asked through her laugher and he started howling in laughter with her. They rolled around the bed, stomachs cramping up with how hilarious they found this phrasing and finally it died down and they were catching their breaths.

“Exploding a son into you, that sounds awful.” He panted and she sniggered.

“It does. Anyway, continue.” She hummed with a smile and there was silence as he read on silently.

“Oh, this one’s really horny. I can’t take it seriously.” He mumbled and flipped the page as she giggled. He found a more lovely one and started reading that one instead. She did figure most of it out, but soon he started getting drowsy, as he often did when he read. Especially as the cool breeze billowed through their wide open glass doors that led to their ample balcony. When his vision started blurring a bit he put the book down and kissed the top of her head before cuddling closer to her.

“Ti amo, luce della mia vita.” She whispered and he smiled.

“Love you.” He hummed happily. When she called him that, the light of her life, it made Harry feel on top of the world. For so long he felt that he was nothing but darkness and pain. Knowing that to her, he was as radiant as the sun, it just made his heart burst with joy. He wasn’t sure how else he could express that to her, it was too much love for him to hold inside, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He said over and over as he squeezed her close.

When they woke up it was because there was a loud crack of thunder that rattled the windows and glass doors. It was cooler now and the sky was grey as the rain poured down in bucketfuls. The sound was soothing, but she was chilly as was he and they pulled the throw at the end of their bed over their shivering bodies.

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about something.”

“What is it?” He asked and she bit her lip.

“Ummm, do you think it’s safe enough for you to visit my family now? I’ve been thinking about them a lot and I…I just want to make sure they’re OK.”

“Yeah, I think we’re alright now. Do you want to go and have me wear a wire or something?” He asked, “How should we do this?”

“No, I don’t want to go. I can’t do it.” She admitted, “Just you. I trust you.”

“OK.” He agreed quietly as his hand smoothed over her tummy.

It was only a few days later that they made the arrangements for him to travel to her hometown. He was only planning to be there two or three days, he also wanted to visit Angelo’s mom on the way back. He was a bit nervous about doing this, but he would of course do anything for her.

*********

Harry had boarded a plane that was soon to touch down in Los Angeles. Now that he was there he felt more anxious about this than before; what if they got upset at him? What if he hurt them more than they were already hurting? Harry was updating Y/N on his travels and they spoke on the phone the entire drive to her old house where she shared some refresher details about her family to him.

“Baby, I’m pulling up now.” She breathed out shakily, “Are you sure you don’t want to listen in at least or-”

“No.” She cut in quickly.

“OK. Well, I love you. I’ll let you know what happens.”

“Love you.” She sniffled and how he wanted to wrap her up in a big hug.

“I love you.” He responded and they hung up. He removed his wedding ring and put it in his pocket and took a few deep breaths before he got out of the car he rented and walked up to the front door. The home wasn’t big at all, in fact, it kind of reminded him of his safe house out near his mum’s. But there was that giant magnolia tree out front, the flowers in full bloom from the spring, they looked identical to the ones tattooed on her now and it made him smile. He made it to the door and rung the door bell twice and looked around, the orange hues of the sky were beautiful, it was nearly 6 in the evening. Y/N said they were always home for dinner. He heard some steps coming and in moments the door was unlocked and swung open to reveal a child, a girl, she couldn’t be older that 5. This was strange. Had they moved?

“Hi.” He said with a friendly smile and she just peered up at him silently, “Are your parents home?” He asked and she nodded and he chuckled, “Can you call them for me?” She nodded and just scurried away leaving him alone again and he took a few steps back, to show that he was not a threat, but the child barely made it around the corner before a woman, looking closer to his age hurried up with a concerned frown.

“Who are you?” She asked assertively.

“Ummm, I’m Harry. I was looking for Martha o-or Benjamin?” He asked warily, “This was the last address I had for them.” He explained.

“What is this regarding?” The woman asked.

“It’s a family matter. Is there a forwarding address that you can give me or-”

“I am their family. I’m their niece, Evelyn. This is their house, I’m their tenant now.” She explained, she was clearly feeling protective, which any normal person would.

“Oh my god, hi.” He said as his lips turned up in a smile.

“Sorry, do I know you?” Evelyn asked, looking completely perplexed now. He shook his head.

“No, but I know of you. I umm-” this was harder than he thought.

“How? What is this about?” She asked again.

“Ummm, it’s about…Y/N.” He said tentatively and her face immediately dropped.

“What? How?” She asked and he bit his lip.

“We…were together when she…” he trailed off and Evelyn looked to the ground.

“They told us she was on that motorcycle by herself.” She said tightly, her eyes watery.

“She was. Sorry, let me clarify, I mean we were in a relationship then.” He explained his story.

“What?” Evelyn asked in disbelief and Harry nodded, “Well, what could you possibly want now? It’s been more than ten years.” She sighed in agitation.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any more hurt to you or them, but ummm, I’m getting engaged soon and I still have some of her things. I held on to them for all this time and it didn’t feel right to just throw them away or mail them off. I couldn’t do that to her.” He said his well rehearsed narrative perfectly and Evelyn sniffled as a few tears fell.

“Why now?” She asked with confusion. Her voice cracked as more tears fell and he nibbled on his lip.

“Ummm, it’s been hard to let her go. But I’m ready now and she always talked about her family and her home and it seemed like the best place to come say goodbye.” He explained and she shook her head.

“You can’t do that!” She scoffed with hurt, “You decided to just show up one day and-Fuck, how could you?” She asked as more tears fell and he frowned.

“I’m so sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.” He responded softly and she nodded and he turned away and started to walk back to his car. Y/N would understand, she was prepared for this type of reaction and had told him to just go if it would only make things worse. Obviously it would hurt her to know that they still bore some pain but at least she would know they were alive and well and still learning how to move on. He was about to cross the street to his car when Evelyn’s voice cut through his thoughts of how he would explain this to Y/N.

“Hey! Wait!” She shouted sharply and he turned back to look at her, there was a beat of silence before Evelyn spoke up again, “What do you have of hers?” She asked nervously.

“Just some stuff she had left at my apartment. I can show you.” He offered and she nodded, her eyes softening, “Let me just get it from the car.” He said and hurried to grab the box that had taken up most of the space in his duffle bag. He hurried back over to her.

“D-do you want to come in?” She asked cautiously.

“If you’re OK with it. We can stay out here if you prefer.” He said quickly.

“It’s fine, I need to keep an eye out on the girls.” She said and he nodded and she guided him inside. He followed her through the home, it was small but cute. They peaked into the living room to see her girls watching a Disney movie attentively now and the kitchen overlooked that area, so she switched on the light and sat on the table across from him. He could feel her watching him closely, she was so nervous.

“I ummm, I’ve got some photos we took and a shirt of hers and a necklace and watch…some CD’s, a notebook, just with doodles and random things.” He said as he opened it up and when he glanced up at her she was staring intently at him.

“Did you even go to her funeral? I don’t remember seeing you there.” She stated and he shook his head.

“I couldn’t. When I found out I was…” he stopped and remembered how it felt when that CIA guy took her away, he thought it had lost her forever, “I lost my fucking mind. I was in hysterics.” He said with a frown. “ I completely shut down. I didn’t want to accept it, going meant it was real. I got pulled out of school and went back to England. I regret not going though.” He shared, “I ummm…that night we had gone out with friends and I had this plan that I was going to tell her that I loved her.” He smiled sadly, “I chickened out as we were saying goodbye and I just kissed her, like I normally would. I tried to show her what I was trying to say when I kissed her.” He explained and he could see Evelyn’s tears silently falling, “If I had only known that, that was our final goodbye I would’ve been more brave.” He explained and Evelyn broke out in a sob and he instinctively reached out for her hand and she squeezed it, “I’m so sorry.” He apologized again and she shook her head.

“No, it’s alright. It’s just so unfair.” She gasped through her tears, “She deserved to be happy and it breaks my heart that she never got to experience that for herself. People in high school were so mean to her.” Evelyn explained.

“Yeah, she told me that.” He nodded.

“Yeah, she was excited to start a new life and be with new people and just start over. She knew that leaving would make everything better.” Evelyn explained, “I know she was really happy out there. She was right?” Evelyn whimpered and Harry nodded with a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, so incredibly happy.” He assured her and she nodded and pulled their hands apart to wipe under her eyes.

“Ughhh…” she sniffled and gathered herself for a second, “Can you show me the stuff?”

“Of course.” He nodded and started putting things down for her to see. She looked through the notebook and then through the pictures they had taken a while back and Evelyn smiled down at one of Y/N with a plate of pancakes in her hands.

“Her and her pancake obsession.” She giggled and Harry nodded, “And always with that same haircut… she was so resistant to changing it.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, “I really like the next one.” He said and she moved on to it. This was one they had taken when they first got to Italy, Evelyn obviously didn’t know that, but it was a really nice one. He was smooshing a big kiss to her cheek as she laughed, her eyes were shut tight, but it exuded pure happiness. Evelyn smiled down at it.

“You don’t want this one?” She asked glancing up at him.

“I did keep some of us but they’re a little more platonic though granted the whole engagement thing.” He explained.

“Right, of course.” She responded and he nodded.

She then moved on to the other items, the university t-shirt she liked to wear, it still kind of smelled like her perfume. He then explained that she had left a bottle of her favorite spray and lotion at his place if she wanted it. It was in his luggage and Evelyn was so excited to hear that and explained that, that particular scent had been discontinued. Y/N didn’t smell like that anymore, but maybe she had always planned for something like this to get done for her family or perhaps she just had it stashed away for personal reasons, as a reminder of her old life. Evelyn told him stories about the CD’s Y/N had put in there, they were autographed and they had been looking for them everywhere, it was nice to have some of her favorite items back. Evelyn ended up asking him over for dinner, he accepted and she assured that she would call Y/N’s parents to see if they would want to come over as well. She was on the phone with them for at least 20 minutes in another room and in the end they agreed, surprisingly.

While they waited Evelyn talked a bit about herself, how she had moved on and was holding up. One of her kids was named after Y/N, their father, her boyfriend, was fire fighter, so he worked long hours but he was a great dad and partner and they were getting married soon. Evelyn wanted to know more about Harry though and how he had moved on and so he told her the things he and Y/N had agreed upon and all in all, it was good. He could see where Y/N got her great qualities from. They had just finished laughing about some funny story from Y/N’s childhood and Evelyn switched gears again.

“So, is this your first serious relationship after her?” Evelyn asked carefully and he nodded, just as he and Y/N had rehearsed.

“It was hard to move on because I genuinely believe she’s my soulmate.” He said, choosing to speak in present tense, because it was the truth, they are soulmates.

“Is?” Evelyn asked confused and he smiled and nodded.

“Personally, I believe we only have one soulmate and she’s mine. I think we can love plenty of people, but there’s always that one person who just…I don’t know, you just know, you know?” He explained with a smile and Evelyn nodded, “From the very first moment you meet them, something deep inside of them calls to something deep inside of you.” He explained, “I’d never felt that way before, she worked her way in to easily and just flipped my entire world upside down, but it helped me see that there was more to life, you know? It put a lot into perspective for me and she…saved me in a way. To me, everything about her was special from the start. She was so beautiful and put together. Her smile. The sound of her voice, her laugh, the way it looks like she’s pouting or upset when she’s thinking about something.” Evelyn giggled, “Know that one, do you?” He chuckled.

“Definitely.” She smiled, “You know, I…don’t really remember what she sounds like.” Evelyn confessed sadly, “Her laugh I can hear it in my head clear as day, but her voice is… it’s fading.” She sniffled and he reached for her hand again and she squeezed it tight. Suddenly the doorbell rang again and she shot up, “Oh my. , they’re here!” She said and Harry felt extremely nervous again. He felt like he was going to be sick, “Just, wait here.” She said and he nodded.

He could heard Y/N’s mom crying a bit as they made some muffled conversation and after about five minutes Evelyn came back in with Y/N’s parents, they looked exactly as she had described them. Y/N was almost a splitting image of her father with noticeable traces of her mother. They just looked him over for a moment, looking more calm now. There wasn’t judgement on their faces, it was more like they were trying to picture Y/N with him. In his opinion it was easy to picture them together, they looked like they belonged together, but maybe they couldn’t see that.

“Hi, I’m Harry.” He said with a small smile and Y/N’s father extended his hand out to him and Harry shook it firmly and Y/N’s mother followed.

“Everyone sit, chat for a minute while I get the girls fed.” Evelyn said and they all nodded and sat down. The looked at the box of Y/N’s things.

“Ummm, these are the things of hers that I’ve had with me. She had left them in my apartment. It’s not much.” He said and they looked inside. Her dad grabbed the photos right away and they both smiled as they looked through them quietly together, but no more tears were shed from them. They looked through the rest of the box and he just gave them their time to look at the relics from her old life. He wished he could show them how beautiful she looked on their wedding day. If they could only see her now, they would be so proud of her. They finally turned their attention back to him and her mother spoke up.

“You looked quite happy in the pictures together.” She smiled and Harry nodded.

“Best few months of my life.” He said softly.

“She hadn’t mentioned that she was seeing anyone.” Her mother said.

“I think she was a little bit embarrassed of me.” He confessed with a smile, “Well, more of being in a relationship in general. She was so goal driven and focused, she came in knowing what she wanted those four years to look like and I think she just didn’t want anyone to know that she could potentially be distracted. I wasn’t really a part of the plan.” He explained and her father chuckled.

“Sounds about right.” Harry nodded with a smile, “So you were with her on that day?” He asked Harry and he nodded, “We’ve always wondered if it wasn’t an accident. If maybe it was too much pressure with her classes and working and trying to maintain her scholarship. Maybe she was having trouble with other people? She always had issues with bullies in school.” He explained with a frown.

“We were scared that she was just unhappy being away from home. We’re all very close.” Her mother added, “H-how was she doing?”

“She was doing really well. I did hear a lot about you all. She missed you a lot, specially her grandfather, she wished that he had been around to see it all.” He explained and they nodded attentively as he spoke, “She was really happy.” He confirmed, “I’d like to think I played a part in that.” He smiled, “She was still really focused and driven, she had her priorities straight. But ummm, she was allowing herself to live life as well. She was very well-liked among her classmates and our friends, she integrated herself a lot more in my group after her roommate joined the sorority?” They nodded in understanding.

“How did you meet?” Her mother asked and Harry smiled to himself for a moment.

“At a tattoo shop.” He said and her eyebrows arched up.

“Really?”

“Yes, she came to ask about it. I think she maybe wanted something after her grandfather and I was working there at the front. Helped pay the school bills.” He explained, “It was cute, she was so nervous and she had clearly been reading tons of things on the internet and had the most complex questions.” He chuckled, “She was wearing a school hoodie and I told her I also studied there and turns out we were just a building away from each other that whole time.” He hummed.

They seemed happy to be talking about her. To have some real insight as to what her life was like. Harry apologized for not being at her funeral as Y/N had told him to do and also for showing up after all that time, but they didn’t care. They were just happy that she had been happy and loved. He did give Evelyn the spray and lotion that Y/N had sent, she knew her cousin well and they let Evelyn keep some things and they took the rest. At the end of the night they all hugged him goodbye and they wished him luck in his relationship and hoped that he could too fully heal from it all. They were so sweet and caring and kind and he was glad that he could leave them with some peace as Y/N hoped, he was also pleased that he would be able to tell her that her family were alright. He had planned on staying longer but he didn’t want to wait to share and he also didn’t want to tell her everything over the phone. He got a flight on standby and headed straight back to Italy on a red eye, he could check in on Angelo’s mum another time. He let Y/N know he was coming back right away and that made her anxious, she left for their nearest airport though and waited in that city for him until he arrived the following afternoon.

*********

“Hey, love.” He hummed as he hurried into the car and they kissed briefly.

“Hi. How was it?” She asked right away, “Wait, actually don’t tell me just yet, let’s get in to the hotel first, yeah?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He smiled and they took off. Y/N was completely on edge. She was quiet the whole drive and he just let her simmer and formulate the questions she wanted to asked as he just held her thigh.

When they finally arrived and got into their room she let out a big exhale before she burst into tears.

“Oh baby, c’mere.” He said quietly and she rushed into his arms and he held her tight as she sobbed. She wept to him about how she regretted not going with him and seeing them or hearing them for herself and truly that was her one chance. There was absolutely no reason for Harry to ever go back now and she felt like she had made a mistake in not doing as he had suggested. He let her be sad about this for however long she wanted before he would share about how they were. She just needed a moment to express how conflicted she felt about all of this; how she regretted accepting the CIA’s recruiting offer, but without that she never would have met him. She regretted hurting her family the way she did, not being able to see her parents get old and look after them, she was their only child, it was supposed to be her taking care of them. She regretted not having them there on their wedding day. As she confessed to all of these things she had been holding onto for months Harry knew not to take it all personally.

Harry understood full well the conflicting feelings because while he could never regret her, he did regret getting too ambitious as a young kid to the point that he got mixed up with the mafia. Because of this he wasted so much precious time with his family and even with his friends. He hurt them and put them in harm’s way and if he could take it all back he would, but that also meant that he would have never met Y/N. But for one reason or another, they were on the paths they were on and he’d like to think that it was because they were meant to be together. Soon her crying subsided and he was able to answer her questions, tell her about her niece who was named after, how happy her family was to hear that she had in fact been happy during her time away, and obviously, it was hard for them, but they seemed to have moved on well enough. Hearing that did make her feel better as she laid against his chest as his fingers stroked her hair and she listened on until he was done.

“Thank you for doing that for me, baby. I know that it couldn’t have been easy.” She said, cheek smushed into his warm and sturdy chest.

“I would do anything for you, no matter how hard or impossible it seemed.” He assured as he planted a kiss on her head and she smiled, because she knew it was the absolute truth.

There was no one else she had ever trusted with this, just him. There was no one else she had loved so much that she felt would be excellent candidates to meet her family. There was no one who worked on themselves and bore their soul to her the way he did. There was no one that she had ever envisioned building a life and family with, just him. And it was not lost on her how absolutely lucky she got to have their paths cross. To have him also notice her. To let her in. To love her. Y/N’s vision started to blur with tears, they were happy tears but overwhelmed tears because there was this paralyzing feeling in her chest as it dawned on her just how much she loved him. She earnestly believed that she had reached the capacity of love with how she felt, but right now it was clear to her that there was just so much more. It bordered on painful, she couldn’t just contain this feeling inside. She pressed herself up against his chest as she sniffled and he frowned.

“Oh baby, what’s the matter?” He asked and she shook her head as she grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his in a powerful and searing kiss. The kind of kiss that put the entire world on pause. The kind if kiss that seemed like it was a life or death situation and after a few seconds of being caught off guard Harry looped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him as the kiss evolved into a make out session that was making his body buzz in excitement. Gradually, they started to slow down to catch their breaths and she nudged her nose against his playfully, this made his smile and she kissed kissed him through it before pulling back slightly as their eyes blinked open to meet each other’s gaze.

“I feel so much for you, I couldn’t articulate it.” She explained her sudden outburst, “I can’t imagine doing life without you. I don’t even care how we came to be, I’m just happy to be here with you.” She whispered and he now lunged forward and kissed her until the fell back onto the bed upside down. In seconds they were getting undressed in between kisses and growing more and more desperate for each other. Harry’s lips trailed down her body, the skin left in his wake of kisses seemed to sear at the absence of his lips but she was eager for him to reach his intended destination. Her delicate fingers combed into his hair and pushed him down faster and he chuckled, but did as she was suggesting. She put a leg over his shoulder as the other fell open, making space for him. She could feel his fast exhales against her heat, making her clench in anticipation as his lips skimmed her lower lips.

“So.” Kiss, “Fucking.” Kiss, “Perfect.” kiss. She moaned at the slight friction to her clit with his lips and soft, little kisses, “You’re a goddess.” He hummed as he buried his face against her, taking in her scent and how soft her skin was down there, he giggled as her little tuft of hair tickled beneath his nose and the vibrations of it made her gasp and buck up, the tip of his nose came into perfect contact with her throbbing, little clit. It was so red and swollen, pleading for his attention. He rolled his tongue out and licked a fat stripe up from her entrance to her clit, making sure to swirl around the little button a few times before moving back to suck at her labia gently and then to dart his tongue into her leaking, little hole. Her grip tightened into his hair and she moaned as she ground herself again his mouth and he moaned and let her move him around to where she wanted, listening to her instructions so that he could get her off. Her thighs were squeezing around his head and her grip was tight in his hair but he could care less, he would die a happy death if he were to be suffocated between her thighs. “Oh H, baby! I’m right there!” She gasped as her toes curled and the muscles of her stomach trembled from how wound up tight she was. Her orgasm came so swiftly and fiercely. It took her out like a giant wave wiping out and rolling everything in it’s path down into its depths. He moaned against her sensitive skin and gently kissed at her clit to bring her down from it all before he licked down to her entrance and delved his tongue inside, wanting to get a taste of her cum.

After a few moments of his delicate actions to bring her back down he kissed his way back up her body, taking his time to lick and suck at his favorite parts of her body before making it to her lips, his absolute favorite place to kiss. As they started to make out he adjusted her legs beneath him so that he could slick his cock up with her arousal and cum.

“You make me absolutely crazy for you.” He snarled as he felt the warm slick of her juices coat his prick up. It made him feral to feel how her body seemed to react to his. How wet she got for him was an absolute turn on. He viewed it as her body’s way of inviting him in. Her body craved his and wanted him to fill her up and pound her pussy to the heavens. He adjusted his hips and without a warning sunk into her in one fluid thrust and he moaned into her mouth as she gasped as their bodies connected perfectly. He had sunk in balls deep from how wet she was, but inside she was still adjusting to his size and he kept the pressure of his hips against hers. Slowly he started to sink in a little deeper, “Fuck, I can feel you opening up for me, baby.” He whispered and something about that made her moan out in ecstasy.

“Please.” She whimpered and he kissed her.

“Please what?” He asked before he swirled his hips with a wet squelch and she smiled in ecstasy.

“I-I don’t even know.” She mumbled and he hummed in amusement and he pressed himself up to a kneeling position and she gasped as he reached even deeper, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach and she winced as the little bite of pain before she adjusted to it moments later. Already, her eyes were hazy with ecstasy, she was love drunk and cock drunk at the same time.

He glanced down to see how such a tight little thing had opened right up for his big cock and taken it to the hilt. It genuinely amazed him how he fit inside. He grabbed her hands and intertwined their fingers before he pressed her hands down into the mattress as he drew out a bit, making her wince and then she cried out his name as he surged back in and ground into her. She squeezed at his hands as her eyes searched his, “More. Please, more.” She pleaded and he nodded as he drew back out again and thrust in again and this time he kept going.

Every time his cock slid back in he was celebrated with a wet smacking sound and her pretty moans that emerged from her throat in perfect time with his thrusts. He spared a glance down at the way they moved together and he shivered with pleasure as he groaned and glanced back up to her as he picked up his pace. The fire in his belly was lit and was quickly starting to spread through his entire body.

“Fuck, you’re already gonna make me come.” He groaned and she smiled.

“Harder.” She mewled and he let go of one of her hands to grip her hip and have more leverage as his hips piston med powerfully into hers until he could see the tip of his cock bulging slightly at her lower stomach. The headboard of the hotel bed pounded rhythmically with his thrusts and the frame creaked along with her, as if it too was praising Harry for the railing he was giving Y/N. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but she didn’t want him to stop as he absolutely demolished her. She swore he was splitting her in two but it felt like heaven and her entire body was vibrating with the pleasure of an impeding orgasm. They heard some pounding on the wall and he chuckled, “We have to be quiet.” She gasped.

“Fuck that guy. Wanna hear you. Love to hear you.” He groaned as he went harder and she groaned with each thrust and again, their neighbor pounded on the wall.

“Un po' di discrezione per favore!” They heard a muffled shout through the wall and they both laughed through the pleasure at their neighbor’s plea for some discretion.

“Stai zitto! Abbiamo quasi finito!” Harry shouted back with laughter and they could hear the man start cursing them out and despite that he worked harder and harder, the pounding of the headboard grew more intense as the man’s knocks into the wall also increased, probably thinking he was ruining the mood, but Y/N started to circle her clit in time to the fast raps against the wall and she was burning up from the inside out, gasping and moaning Harry’s name as he pounded right into her g-spot.

“There! Oh fuck, right there, daddy!” She yelped and he moaned loudly at the name slipped from her mouth without her even thinking about it.

“Fuck, say it again.” He panted hoarsely.

“Daddy! I’m going to come, daddy!” She nearly sobbed as her little fingers were a blur against her slippery cunt as she started to tighten up around his cock.

“Fuck, come for, daddy. All over my cock, baby.” He panted tiredly and she tensed up and her toes curled as she just clutched to his back as she started to moan uncontrollably, her nails raked down the hot and sweaty skin of his back as she pulsed around him and soaked him, she was squirting and he fought the pressure of it to stay inside, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He growled and his grip on her tightened and he sobbed against her mouth as ropes of his cum shot deep inside of her, filling her as he moaned her name. Her pulsing walls milked every bit of his cum and his thrusts slowed but didn’t stop completely as they kissed heatedly before parting with a gasp to take a proper breath. Y/N’s vision was blurry with tears and Harry’s was completely splotchy with little colors, that really had taken it out of him. He pressed himself up from her body with shaky arms, getting ready to pull out but she hugged around him.

“Not yet.” She spoke hoarsely and he smiled and nestled back into her arms and kissed at the top of her right breast.

“I love you. You’re my whole world.” He whispered and she smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“Love you, light of my life.” She whispered tiredly.

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Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Benophie Mafia AU

Rated: T - whump/blood/gunshots/violence/injury/near death of a major character

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: A meeting goes entirely wrong and Benedict is close to losing everything he ever wanted

Author's Note: this is set to follow on Treacherous. It’s angsty and it’s what my muse wanted to write after seeing the photo above.

Enjoy 😉

Benedict felt his heart in his mouth when he saw her, the blood trickling down her arm, her beautiful face pale as she was carried through the gates into Penwood Park.

Why had he not gone with her… why had she been so insistent that she could manage this by herself?!

Now he was going to lose her… just a week after they had agreed to spend the rest of their lives together…

He had thought he’d heard wrong at first, “Lady Penwood’s been shot…”

The words had sent him into a spiral of despair, Kate had been almost catatonic with panic as Anthony had tried to calm her down. She always went with her… always when it might be dangerous but they’d all assumed that everything would be okay.

It was supposed to be okay.

Sophie had told Kate to stay behind, she was pregnant and therefore not in any state to accompany her… Sophie had her gun strapped to her inner thigh if she needed it, not that she liked using it, nor had she ever needed it…

But Benedict had insisted. He’d asked to go with her… as her protection but she’d kissed his temple, told him he was being silly and that all would be well, it was a meeting in broad daylight…

No one had envisaged it going so wrong…

It was supposed to be straight forward, Sophie was to go in, call off the agreements with the Italians…

But the moment she walked in she knew something was off…

Jameson, her male bodyguard who walked with her paused and put a hand on her arm, he didn’t recognise the faces of the men that they were meeting. They’d met the Rosso’s a few times before… but these… he didn’t know.

These were the Italian Mob, clearly forgetting that Sophie had her own Italian Mob Connections with her Aunt but the woman that walked out of the shadows…

Jameson knew well. “Sienna! Lady P get down!” He yelled and Sophie ducked as a shot went flying over her head.

He was a Bridgerton guard. He was the compromise Sophie had agreed to take and by God was she pleased she had, he whipped his gun out and shot the first man before he had a chance to shoot Sophie…

The woman was Anthony’s ex… Sophie had walked into an Ambush, she unclipped her gun and got off two shots before she heard a scream, a shot and then knew nothing but a searing pain in her shoulder, then nothing but darkness…

“LADY PENWOOD HAS BEEN SHOT. CODE RED!” Jameson yelled as he fired off three more shots, taking out each of the men around Sienna and his partner, who’d taken a bullet to the leg, got the final shot off, hitting a retreating Sienna in the back causing her to land face first on the floor.

Jameson ran over to his new boss, the person he was supposed to protect and knew this was not going to go well when he called it in…

It was carnage. He knew she should go straight to the hospital, the rate she was losing blood but Penwood was closer, Mary was a nurse… they had doctors on the staff and he knew if he called Anthony, he’d get a clean up crew to deal with this…

But he hadn’t expected it to be like the world had ended.

He scooped Sophie into his arms and carried her to the car, putting as much pressure on her wound as he could manage whilst the driver helped Thomas into the car as he bound his leg.

Sophie was their priority, get her back safe or die trying.

He called in the incident in the car…

Back at the house, Mary had come running through the hallway with the doctor behind her, giving orders for a room to be prepared for them to work on Sophie and when Benedict and Kate heard about it… the screams…

Anthony wasn’t sure which of them screamed the worst.

They had been at Penwood, they were overseeing the merger and it never occurred to Anthony that the Rosso’s were his ex-girlfriend’s family… he knew part of them were in their world but not that Sienna would stoop to this level… unless she expected him to be there as well…

He calmed Kate and was working on his brother when the door flew open and Sophie’s limp body was being carried in, Jameson, covered in blood and sweat as he ran through the house, looking like he’d seen death.

Sophie looked pale and a trail of blood followed her as they ran through to the room Mary was in and she instantly started barking orders.

Benedict had to be held up but the moment Sophie disappeared behind the now closed door to the kitchen he was pounding on the door “let me in!!!” he needed to be by her side, he would not let anything happen to her.

He could not, he would not lose her. Not now… not when they were so close.

“Please…” he begged as he banged on the door, tears falling down his face, he didn’t care who was watching, he saw him like this, he didn’t care that his reputation for being a hardman were going out of the window. This was the love of his life in there… dying for all he knew.

He sobbed and begged at the door but no one was listening.

Anthony tried to get him up, tried to get him to move away from the door but it was no good.

Even when two more doctors came into the house, running down to the door he’d tried to get in but Mary had just shoved him out of the way with surprising strength “NO! You need to let us do our work!” she yelled at him and Benedict just fell once more to the floor, knees to his chest as he sobbed and prayed that Sophie would be okay.

After what felt like an eternity, Mary eventually appeared, four hours later, looking exhausted, covered in blood but relieved as she bent down to an almost comatosed Benedict who was staring but not seeing the space in front of him.

“She’s awake, she’s frail but she’s alive if you wish to see her” she said softly.

She’d tell Kate tomorrow, Kate could come tomorrow, Anthony had finally carried her to bed after 2 hours of no news and promised to wake her with news. Mary had been given the message by Edwina who along with Colin and Eloise were setting up a search party to ensure that the Rosso’s were brought to justice for this…

Benedict got up and made his way into the room, it smelt like a hospital theatre, the clawing smell almost made him throw up but he had to be strong, he had to be there for her, if she was awake he had to be the first face she saw. The first one to be relieved that she was okay…

After Mary who was like her mother…

Sophie was lying on a makeshift bed, pale and weak, the blood stains running down her side and a bandage over her clavicle and her arm in a sling to help her arm heal. “Hey you” she said as she saw a tired, almost broken Benedict making his way over to her.

Benedict broke down once again, he thought he had no tears left to cry, but seeing her, hearing her weak voice he shattered and ran over to her, moving to her right side and pressed kisses all over her “you’re okay… you’re okay” he said over and over again, his hands touching her face, her arm, everything reassuring himself that she was there and she was really real.

“I’m okay really. It was barely…”

“You got shot don’t you dare say it was barely a scratch… i saw them… i saw…” he shuddered.

Sophie teached her hand up and pressed her hand on his cheek, “I’m fine, Mary got the bullet out… it was just… near a major artery is all… I lost some blood. I’ll be okay. Please… just sit down” she pleaded with him

Benedict sat down and took her hand in his, the blood stains still there down her arm “please don’t ever scare me like that again… please. No more going out without me… in fact. No more going out, you need something doing you said me or Jameson… no more…”

Sophie sighed and looked at him, the resolution in his face but the terror she’d felt the moment before she’d slipped into unconsciousness… she never wanted to experience again, she didn’t want to leave Benedict, she didn’t want to lose him and she knew it was the reason she was leaving this life behind, why they were moving away from it all…

“No more…” she said weakly.

“I…” Benedict said “wait… you agree?”

Sophie nodded weakly. “It’s why I want to leave this life.. My last thought before I blacked out was of you, of Kate… the life we’re trying to build… stability. No more… no more risk, for either of us… it’s done. It’s over…” she said

Benedict let out a puff of relief “good… I can't lose you. There is no me without you, so please… no more being stupid or reckless…”

“No more” she grinned a little drunkenly “i love you Ben”

“I love you too Soph… now sleep, i’ll be here when you wake” he said kissing her blood stained hand.

“Promise?”

“always”

#bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie #benedict x sophie #benophie mafia au

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scrapyardboyfriends · 8 months

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Caught up on today's episode...

They're just so proud of their editing skills this week and it's just so bad. Haha. The little recap flashbacks at the beginning. Constantly cutting back to the stupid car stunt for dramatic effect. The weird blue tone stuff. It's just so annoying and distracting. I feel like they think it's so cool and innovative but it's mostly just repetitive and rather pointless.

I mean I guess it's a little better than those three trees they kept pulling down in the storm and the cow stampede but that's like...a really low bar. Haha.

As for the actual stories....ugh. They really are going full Rebecca with Chloe aren't they? If she wakes up with brain damage or some other long term thing that prevents her from taking care of Reuben or something I just....I can't. They love repeating stories but they also seem to love repeating the worst ones. This is the Hell Plot if they made every worse decision. And none of it is even worth it because who at this point is even really rooting for Mack and Charity to be together (unlike when we all wanted Robron back and were counting the days).

Ah well...at least Matty got to appear outside the Hide and got a line and he and Amy seemed like an actual couple I guess.

I still just hate that they did another rape story so the Lydia stuff just annoys me. Also that they had her burn the evidence. I know Rhona actually did the right thing after Pierce but now we've had two in a row where the victim destroyed the evidence. I feel like if I had to endure this again, it would be better if they let her at least have kept the clothes and not burned them. Sigh.

The Sharma stuff again just seems shoehorned into this week just so they could do more special editing effects with it and use that dramatic beat of music some more. It shouldn't be there. Also, again, all of this stuff would play way better if Rishi were either still alive, or if we had seen Amit come back for the wedding and had them interact and there was actual suspicion over Rishi's death. Cause dropping it for two months and then having Amit randomly show up with this twist just feels really silly. Like...are they going to show flashbacks? Did they film something with Bhaskar?

And then there's the Aaron stuff...sigh. Haha. I mean Angry, snarky, Chas-hating Aaron is fine and whatever. But the fact that they engineered Chas dating Harry unbeknownst to everyone involved just so they could have her get put into a car boot (everyone gets a turn!) for this week and had Aaron steal money from the Italian mafia just so they could pay him off is just...so contrived within an inch of its life. It's just too many ridiculous convoluted things with zero organic build up. There's no natural flow of events.

I always think about the story transitions in 2015/2016 from Who Shot Robert to Chas's ptsd to stabbing Diane to Diane's cancer story leading to her meeting Gordon, which led into the abuse story for Aaron and the eventual Robron reunion. All of that was clearly meticulously planned out but it happened in a much more natural way over several months where each story fed into each other. I don't know...I miss that kind of thing. Now you can feel the gears turning in every story and it's not a good viewing experience. Either that or things come out of absolutely nowhere. Neither is good.

Ah well...at least this latest attempt at super soap week is almost over.

#emmerdale complaints corner

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zoeology31 · 2 years

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Something I’ve noticed in all the excellent Goncharov analysis is is that people don’t seem to talk about Mario Ambrosini much? Like, he’s the main antagonist of the film, and Al Pacino’s billed second in the credits, but the fandom focus is always on Goncharov, Katya, and Andrey. I totally get why, I mean those three are the emotional core of the film, and flawed tragic leader/loyal lieutenant is an absolutely unmatched ship dynamic. Comparatively, Ambrosini is very much an external force and his dynamic with Goncharov doesn’t really change as the plot progresses.

But without Ambrosini, I honestly don’t think the entire story is possible. Like, at the beginning, why does Goncharov decide to have Russo killed? Because Ambrosini implied he’d switched loyalties. Sure, Katya already suspected that and probably would’ve done something soon, but it was that conversation that pushed Goncharov to act. Throughout the film, Goncharov is reacting to Ambrosini’s actions, always trying to gain the advantage over him and creating more pressure on himself and his allies in the process.

Now, the opening scene introduces us to the Goncharov-Ambrosini rivalry right away, but why is this rivalry such a big deal? We see in the dinner scene that there’s multiple other local mafia leaders who are probably bigger threats to Goncharov than Ambrosini and vice versa, but they’re clearly fixated on each other. This is where the context of the time period and the characters’ backgrounds comes into play. There’s definitely elements of nationalism/xenophobia in Ambrosini’s character; see how he treats Andrey vs the army captain in the dinner scene. He views Goncharov’s faction as a threat due to their “outside” status, while Goncharov feels he has to prove himself worthy and Ambrosini is the one standing in his way.

Adding another layer to this is Ice Pick Joe, who as others have discussed is written as Italian-American. Ambrosini, an Italian nationalist, has an Italian immigrant to the US as his closest associate while opposing Russian immigrants to Italy. This illustrates the main theme Ambrosini represents: what does it mean to be Italian? Scorsese pretty roundly condemns Ambrosini’s views on this subject, considering the strong parallels between Ice Pick Joe and Katya.

A quick breakdown, in case you haven’t heard of said parallels: We know Joe spent his early childhood in Italy (his offhand mention to Sofia of driving to Rome on holiday), and given actor John Cazale’s age at the time of filming, his family likely fled during WWII. Similarly, we know Katya’s departure from the USSR is something she tries to forget, and the letter from Valery she burns right before the apple buying scene implies their parents were dissidents. The two characters are mirrors of one another, and Joe’s death scene is even a literal mirror to the bit where Goncharov wakes Katya up the morning after the church scene. I don’t have screenshots handy, but look at how the doorway frames the shot when Ambrosini kneels over Joe’s body; the composition and lighting is exactly the same.

So Ambrosini’s a pretty static character, yeah, but that’s done intentionally. He symbolizes the challenges Goncharov faces, the motives that drive his spiral of self-destruction. And he’s not without depth; he cares about Ice Pick Joe in a way that no other character tries to (though I’d say Sofia understands Joe best), even if that care doesn’t show overtly until Joe’s death. I do think it’s fitting that Goncharov kills Ambrosini with 15 minutes still left in the movie, because though Ambrosini initiates the plot, it’s Goncharov’s own actions that make his ending inevitable. Katya and Andrey’s betrayals are already in motion and the clocks are running down.

#goncharov #mario ambrosini #katya #ice pick joe #unreality #wanted some meta writing practice so here we are #my stuff

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ginkgo-shaw · 1 year

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omg you have such good tastes in shows!! i loved fruits basket as a kid, but i am 100% watching 10 things i hate about you and flower of evil!! you have won me over... im not a big manga reader but tsuiraku jk to haijin kyoushi sounds so good too!!

i love the way you describe the media you watch!! do you have any favorite movies or shows, aside from supernatural of course!!

thank you so much my beloved 💞 it’s my pleasure seeing that you may like what i recommend!! and please if you ever watch them, tell me what are your thoughts on it.

as you may know, supernatural is my favourite show ever but aside from that, i do have other favourites (i’m taking the liberty to include kdramas as part of the shows).

to begin we have vincenzo. i’ll forever asset that it’s one of the best show ever made. there’s everything you could ask for : an amazing cast, a beautifully written scenario and breathtaking shots/filming. this kdramas is about a korean-italian mafia lawyer visiting korea for some business and end up fighting against a powerful conglomerate alongside his new friends. i can’t begin to explain why i love this show so much but it’s really worth a watch.

then, there’s bbc merlin. i first watched it as a kid and i was completely obsessed with it (i wouldn’t sleep so i could watch the episodes on tv) and i still love it very much. the story’s about merlin, a warlock, who has to fulfil a destiny with the help of arthur but magic isn’t accepted so merlin has to hide his powers. i really love the show it’s so good, full of drama, friendships, angst, comfort, fun and love.

next, we have hymn of death. this one is a sad one and had only 3 episodes. it’s based on the real and tragic love story between a married stage drama writer and a soprano while korea was under japan’s occupation. watching hymn of death is an emotional journey and you can only feel bittersweet happiness as you wish their love story turned up better.

i’d like to make a special mention to fleabag. it isn’t really a favourite of mine but i really enjoy it. it’s a real pleasure to watch as it’s funny but at the same time deep, kind of crazy and there’s some great characters. it has a lot of dirty jokes (i mean a lot) and to be honest it’s usually really not my thing but in fleabag it’s more embarrassing than anything else.

now, for my favourite movies :

little miss sunshine. a beautiful movie that warms my heart in a way few pieces of media can. it’s also my biggest dose of serotonin.

top gun : maverick. i made a post about this one before but i’ll just say that i’m such a big fan of tom cruise, the top gun serie and the father-son relationships that this movie was made for me.

parasite. what can i say other than this movie is a masterpiece. the first time i watched it i had no idea what could happen and by the end of the movie even less so. i don’t think we truly understand how crazy this movie is. i love being alive right know because i’m able to watch parasite.

and finally, back to the future. an old time classic that feels like being enveloped by your favourite blanket while being on your couch on a sunny day, laughing without a care in the world. to me, back to the future is a synonym to comfort.

thank you so much for this, again, amazing ask! you’re truly the best. it must be kinda long as i got excited hahaha. also, i can’t thank you enough for liking what i’m rambling/ranting about. please give me your opinion on the question or on anything else!!

#coimeala #truly my beloved #you’re the best #my asks #mine

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comfy-whumpee · 1 year

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Spooked

Continuing the ‘mafia has a loyalty issue’ plotline... CN: guns and death threats.

@bloodybrambles, @wildfaewhump, @ishouldblogmore, @lektric-whump, @that-one-thespian, @raigash, @suspicious-whumping-egg, @eatyourdamnpears

Joey Hancock had been working for Mr Dechart for almost a year. Before that he’d been a fence, and a decent one, but his eye for quality and detail had been better than required of someone pushing stock on the street. Someone had noticed and passed it up the chain, he’d gone through some extra training, and then came the promotion. Now, he was one of the quality assurance team.

There were lots of stops on a smuggler’s supply chain, and at any step along the way they ran the risk that someone would swap the goods for fakes. Joey’s team made sure they were always paying for the real deal.

There was a place for fakes and forgeries, Mr Dechart believed, and they had those in bulk elsewhere. But the real profit came from the luxury goods shipped tax-free and traceless. From tobacco to exotic meats, jewels to guns, whatever people wanted, they provided. Hell, they’d started the business with silk.

Joey hadn’t worked many places before he got into the mob. He’d done a fast food job, and a paper round. Working for old bitches with too much ego and not enough power had given him nothing to look forward to about work, but Mr Dechart was different. He listened, really listened. He trusted your opinions. At the same time, he was like everyone’s uncle. He told goofy jokes. He had Christmas lights put up and it wasn’t even the end of November. He was feeling out whether people wanted Italian or Chinese for the Christmas party.

Joey figured rich guys could afford to do stuff like Christmas parties, since they didn’t have to worry about making money all the time. For his own part, since moving up to the quality team, he’d bought a flat and upgraded every component of his PC. Even the graphics card.

Helped that those were shipped in, too. “We keep prices down,” the guys would joke. “Supply and demand.”

It was a good deal. Joey was always happy to do what it took to get a good life, the best life. Crime was no different.

Nor was snitching on his boss.

It wasn’t personal. He really did like working for the mafia. But there were some things he couldn’t get here; things money couldn’t buy. Mr Dechart wouldn’t know it was him, with how many people he had working for him. Joey was just some second-string QA guy who kept his ears open.

Of course, rumours started flying. Mr Dechart’s partner had been meeting with some higher-ups. There were loyalty issues somewhere and people wanted them sniffed out. There had been risks to Mr Dechart personally. Joey had heard a little about him being driven off the road one night, on his way to a meeting.

“He got shot at,” Laverne had told him, who knew the person who did Mr Dechart’s dry cleaning. “But he didn’t get hurt. We don’t know who it was, so people are on edge. We didn’t think anyone’d dare go for him like that.”

Joey looked surprised and pensive and didn’t say anything except, “Damn.”

In the weeks that followed, a few people got called away for meetings with Mr Dechart. They always came back and nobody seemed traumatised. Laverne went herself, nervous on the way there, happy on the way back. All fine. But nobody would explain what the meetings were about.

It was a month before Joey had his turn. He was in the warehouse on Southland Port and checking out some designer handbags, comparing them to the images he’d found online, and he got a shoulder tap. One of the personal guards had come for him. “Mr Dechart would like to borrow you,” he said, looking down at Joey on his chair without any visible expression. Pure neutrality.

Joey took a deep breath and reminded himself that this was the same as what had happened for the others. Nobody knew he’d said a few things to someone he shouldn’t have. Nobody knew what he’d bargained for. And they’d all do the same anyway, if they had the option.

He got up, leaving the bag on his desk. He quickly tucked his hands into his pockets, and then took them out again, not wanting to look too casual. He followed the escort to the office, where Mr Dechart had taken over that morning. He’d been waiting to get called in all day, today and all the days before.

Maybe someone pocketed a diamond, Joey thought hopefully. Maybe it’s something completely different.

As he opened the frosted-glass door to the office, Mr Dechart stood and smiled warmly at him. “Joey Hancock, good to see you.” They shook hands, his grip firm and palpably strong. Joey wasn’t short, but he was half the man’s size. “How have you been? I’m glad to see you’ve settled in here. Eduardo says you do good work.”

“Thank you, sir,” Joey said, trying to clear his throat as his words croaked. “I’m enjoying it.”

“Very good. The team have been performing well recently, though I can’t give sole credit to you. I’ve had only three complaints come back to us this quarter, so almost all the forgeries are being caught. There’s often a couple, or pieces that are just defective, but the more we catch, the better our connections value us.”

Joey nodded along, relieved as the conversation seemed to be on a familiar track.

Mr Dechart was wearing a pure white shirt you could see his muscles through, and he set an arm on his leg, showing an understated gemstone cufflink. Joey couldn’t tell if it was real; he’d never done jewellery, that was left for the real experts. The indication of wealth was subtle and classy, but god, it was scary. No amount of hard work could get Joey up there. This was a man who could buy his whole life from under him.

“Now, in terms of our meeting today, I’m sure you’re aware I’ve been having these one-to-ones with the team.” Mr Dechart smiled easily, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ve heard rumours, I bet. I took a couple bullets, we knocked down the Mannington lot, and we had a little manhunt. It’s been a bit dramatic around here.”

Joey swallowed, unsure if he was meant to reply. He settled for a wobbly nod.

“I’ll be frank with you.” Mr Dechart leaned forwards, clasping his hands between his knees. His eyes were dark and magnetic. Joey couldn’t move. “We’re having a loyalty problem.”

His heart was hammering. Would everyone else have felt like this? The boss was terrifying when he wasn’t being a goof. Did Joey look more nervous than other people? Or had he already been found out? How?

“Is there anything you want to tell me, Joey?” Mr Dechart asked gently.

His throat bobbed. His stomach turned, churned and turned again. He shook his head slowly. If he admitted to it, he was dead. He knew he was. Mr Dechart only had three rules.

“I only have three rules.”

He knew the rules. They all knew the rules. But Mr Dechart said them anyway, methodical with each word.

“We don’t hurt children. We don’t keep slaves. And we don’t turn on each other.”

Joey thought he should nod again, but he couldn’t make himself move. Any slight twitch would give him away.

“Breaking the first two rules gets you in trouble. But the last one… That’s the big one. That gets you killed.”

He knew. He knew all of it already. His eyes were watering but he didn’t dare blink.

“Now if you’re innocent,” Mr Dechart continued, his eyes never pulling away, “I’m sure you’ll find that reassuring. You can head back to work feeling fine. There’s no risk to you. We’re just cleaning things up. You’ll keep your eyes and ears open, and pass on anything suspect you see.”

The words slid over him without sticking. He wasn’t innocent. Did they know? Could they tell?

“If you’re guilty…”

He couldn’t feel his hands.

“You should get your affairs in order. Alright?”

His whole body was buzzing.

“I’m expecting a ‘yes, sir’, Joey.”

His voice barely whispered as it left him. “Yes, sir.”

For a moment, nothing happened. Mr Dechart watched him, and Joey wondered if he was about to get a bullet to the head, right now. Was this it? Everything fucked?

When Mr Dechart rose, he flinched. Then he hurriedly stood too, surprised that his legs would hold him. They didn’t feel solid.

“Back to work now,” Mr Dechart told him, smiling that easy half-smile again. “And remember, if you’ve done nothing wrong, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Joey forced up a strained, desperate smile. “Thank you, sir.”

He felt the eyes follow him out, and tried for all the world to be as carefree as those before him.

It was three torturous hours later that he finished work for the day. The time had passed in a blur, barely memorable now that it was over. He was pretty sure he’d done his work. He probably hadn’t just stood there the whole time listening to his heart pound in his ears. Someone would have noticed, and he’d been very careful to act normal.

The meetings proved Mr Dechart didn’t know it was him. Unless the meetings with the others had been to corroborate evidence, or warn them not to tell him anything, and maybe they all knew he was getting the chop but they hadn’t told him… But Mr Dechart had let him go. He was on his way home. So maybe it was all a bluff.

Either way, he wanted a backup plan. He wasn’t fucking risking getting shot. Once he was safely clear of work and in his car, he pulled over, and made a call.

“Martin speaking.”

The voice sounded calm. From a whole other world. He needed Martin to give a shit right now. “Martin, it’s Joey Hancock. They’re looking for the mole, they’re putting the screws on everyone. The boss is watching me. I don’t know if he knows. I need some protection.”

“Joey, slow down.” Martin was still calm. “What exactly were you told? Did they name any names or was it empty threats?”

Joey wanted to laugh, or maybe cry. A strange combination of both bubbled out of him. “You don’t understand. You don’t fucking understand, man. Mr Dechart doesn’t just sit on stuff like this. He’s going after the traitor ready to skin them. I’ve never seen him like that, he looked like he could kill me as a fucking afterthought.”

“Calm down, Joey—”

“You calm the fuck down! This is my fucking life. I wasn’t supposed to be in danger. I was supposed to do some shit for you and get the rest taken care of. You said, you s-said—”

“I know what I said.” Abruptly, the tone was soothing. Joey hiccupped back a sob. “We aren’t going to abandon you. You’re on your way to being one of us. We look after our own.”

We don’t turn on each other. Shit, he’s heard that before. But this asshole is all he’s got. “Okay. Fine. So what do I do? What do I do now?”

“You keep going.” Still, the soothing voice. Patronising, actually. Dickhead. “They don’t know who it is. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. So just act normal and forget about what you did for us. When things have died down, we’ll be in touch.”

“You’re abandoning me, you’re f-fucking leaving me to—”

“This is the safest thing to do. Running will make it obvious you’re guilty.”

“You were meant to make sure I could get away!”

“You will. When the time is right. Good luck, Joey.”

“You can’t—”

The call was ended. Shaking with rage and more besides, Joey thumbed the redial, but there was no response. The pulsing drone of the ring drove into his head until he threw the phone into the footwell and dropped his head against the steering wheel, letting out a shout of wordless frustration.

It was all so fucked. He’d said little things. Harmless things. But it had been shit about the Decharts’ kid. Harmless or not, it had crossed a line and he’d known it.

And he was meant to just keep coming and going at work like he was just a stupid, second-string QA guy.

He sat there wordlessly trying to work out an escape route for long enough that someone knocked on his window.

He looked over, wondering if he looked as shit as he felt. He rolled down the window.

“You okay, mate?”

“Yeah, fine.” Then he squinted at the face, cast in shadow from the sun behind him. “Do I know you?”

“Maybe.” Then there was a gun. “I know you. Put your hands on the wheel.”

Joey swallowed air. His thoughts blanked. That sure was a gun. Pointed right at him.

He put his shaking hands on the wheel. The familiar stranger reached through the window to unlock the doors, and got in the back. Joey glanced into the rear-view mirror, but he couldn’t see much. Half a face. A shoulder. No sign of what part of him was at the barrel.

This was all so very fucked.

“Alright, Joey. Nice and calm. Let’s drive back to the office, shall we?” The voice was almost in his ear. The man, the hand, the gun, were all too close. “Mr Dechart would like to see you.”

#mafia whump #whump #mob whump #my fic #betrayal #guns #gunpoint #interrogation #alfonse #martin #they're called the silkrunner mafia btw #i think

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 58

Series Masterlist

Part 57

Contains: So much angst, like all of it, medical procedures, drug use and overdose, hurt/comfort, bugs in bodies.

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"You're not soldiers, you're all little boys play acting at being warriors without all the hell it takes be truly be one."

You got closer, "morte prima di disonore, it means death before dishonour and the star is the five point star that represents crime in the Italian mafia. So much for the problem going away."

They looked at you with worry, Tig gritting his teeth, "are you saying the white guy's in the mob?"

You nodded, "he's not just in the mob, that tattoo is unique to Italy, that family that Jimmy told us about is here and they have friends."

"Hide the bodies now and clean up, make sure there isn't a stitch of blood anywhere. The cops will be here soon so hurry up, I need to call Hale and get ahead of this then update the CIA." Sam arm was holding you up as you hobbled to the chapel, "Chibs, are you alright to patch Tig up?"

He nodded, "yep."

Tig looked worried and you cut him off before he could say something, "I don't have the time to patch you up Trager, I have my own wound to deal with but first I need to talk to The CIA and Hale. Your flesh wound is the least of my worries."

You turned to Sam, "I need to have this conversation in private, can you help me to the dorm please?"

Tig's eyes went wide, "shouldn't you be here to help Chibs?"

Your patience was growing short, "no, Chibs is very good at what he does. I offered millions of dollars of medical training free to anyone who would take it and you all said no. Maybe if one of you had stepped up to the plate instead of leaving me to do it, you might have more hands on deck." Sam helped you to the dorm and you called the CIA.

You swallowed your pain as the adrenalin faded fast, "we have a problem, the Clubhouse was just attacked, two guys drove in and shot the place up. One was a Tenth Street Killer and the other was a made man, from Italy. One of the gun buyers is in the Mafia, he says it has to do with the ports. The Club has already put plans in place and we're good on our end in terms of manpower. I just need to let you know what's going on in case shit jumps off."

Vance sighed, "I'll send the paperwork to Hale now, you have the agency's support to deal with this. I know it was talked about before we dealt with Lobo but the Club needs training so this stops happening. I'm sure Anvil will do it and we'll bankroll it. Is anyone hurt?"

You took a deep breath, "Don't worry about bankrolling it, it can come out of my cut. We have to make sure this all looks good and money for this coming from a strange source doesn't look above board. Trager took one to the shoulder and I have a bullet in my thigh, no one needs serious medical care."

He groaned, "you could have led with that. Go fix yourself up and get some rest and take a few days to assign everyone training that fits them, I'll send you any info we have on what's going on with the mob and these Tenth Street Killers. If you change your mind about who's paying for it just let me know."

You rubbed your face, "thank you, talk later?"

He huffed, "yes, I mean it when I say in a few days. I know I can't order you to do anything anymore but you need to take it easy before something happens to you and the Club is left to its own devices."

Sam helped you back to the chapel and up onto the table and you called Hale.

"Let me guess, it's not my concern?"

You sighed, he didn't sound happy, "no it's not. I'll have the paperwork for you in the next hour. You can come by and dot your Is and cross your Ts and I'll keep you updated but this isn't a matter for you to concern yourself with."

"Are you alright? You sound like you're in pain."

Part of you wanted to cry, Hale seemed to care more than some of the men in the room, "I'm fine, it's mild. Do you know what you need to do or do I need to explain it to you?"

"I know what I need to do, I'll be here soon with some deputies. Fix yourself up, we can talk later."

Juice was standing there looking very worried, having returned with the first aid kit ten minutes ago so Chibs could start on Tig, "can I do anything to help?"

His sincere tone softened your upset, "see those long tweezers?" He nodded again, "undo the package by the sides, making sure not to touch them then push them towards me by the bottom of the package."

He did as you asked and you went to pull them away from the plastic sleeve. You looked at Sam, who knew what you were about to do but before he could tell you to use lidocaine, Jax came screaming into the room with Opie and Happy. Before he could touch you, you stopped him, "please, I just sterilised myself, don't touch me."

Jax stopped in his tracks and looked at your bleeding leg, "oh my God y/n, you need a doctor."

You huffed, "I am a doctor and I can look after myself." You shook your head and went to speak but Sam acted before you opened your mouth, taking the disinfectant and pouring it in the plastic sleeve and over to tweezers to resterilise the tool.

He gave you one last imploring look to numb the area before you yanked the tweezers away. You watched Jax go every shade of pale as you shoved the tweezer in the wound track and went fishing for the bullet. It didn't take a lot to stay quiet, "that's so fucking hardcore." At least Happy had his head on straight. You finally found the bullet, pulling out with a grunt.

"Where are the fucking sutures?" Juice rustled around in the bag and found nothing.

"I have them Lass."

You huffed, "I don't have time for you to be done with them. Juice, hand me that stapler please."

Jax blinked, he was stuck between staying to be there for you and running out of the room, "at least use a local darlin."

You huffed, "left inside pocket, the small one with the three sections, what do you see?"

Jax looked hard, "nothing."

You nodded, "that's right, nothing. I get three vials of lidocaine at a time, I told everyone that if one was used, someone needed to contact Anvil or me so they could be replaced. Two vials have been used and I was never informed. The last one is over there and the top is covered in Tig's blood, meaning I can't use it."

Chibs' eye's dropped to the floor, "I'm sorry, I've been meaning to tell you for weeks."

You huffed, "well it's too late, now please hand me the stapler."

Jax put his hand over his mouth, "I can't watch this."

You clenched your jaw, "then don't fucking watch." A hard clack filled the air and then you were done, "the CIA has deemed that the Club needs to become more independent. You're being given millions of dollars of training for free over the next month. I need to go to Anvil to create the programs, I'll be back in a few hours and I expect you all to be here so I can give you your assignments."

Jax looked at your wide eyed, "what? You're hurt, you should be at home resting."

You shrugged, "I need to get more lidocaine anyway, just be here when I get back."

****

"Hey honey, Sam called me and told me you'd be coming by and I just finished up with Mr Vance, you're all good to go. I set up the spare office for you and Derek's in there ready to help you out."

You smiled, "thanks Penelope."

She walked you to the office and opened the door, Derek giving you a hug and pulling up a chair, "I've already done, some shit, you've told me enough about then that some of the assignments were easy."

You sighed, "oh I love you." He handed you the sheet and you looked it over, he had already put Juice down for a whole bunch of computer stuff and Happy would be working with Aden in interrogation, they were all also in the mechanic and engineering class.

"Vance said you wanted it taken out of your cut but this is at least four months' worth, we've all talked and we don't need to charge you anything."

You shook your head, "I've already worked out that if I teach some of the classes, you'll only have to take two months' worth. Trust me, some of the classes wouldn't work unless I was the one doing it and the last thing I want to do is waste my money."

Derek made a face, "something is going to happen if you don't slow down, you should be planning your wedding and getting ready for the little one to get here."

You shrugged, "I'm planning ahead, if this gets them trained enough not to need me then I'm doing myself a favour in the long run."

He nodded, "alright, if sit down and start I'll go get us some coffee, you look like you're about to fall over."

He flopped on the chair and propped your leg up on the ottoman, Derek coming back a few minutes later with a cup for each of you, "how bad is it?"

"It's nothing, it doesn't even hurt anymore. I have no idea where I'm going to put half of these guys, Bobby can't put show up to put some bottles away, let alone do any of this."

Derek placed his hand on your shoulder, "you know I love you right?" You nodded, "great, then you know I say this from a good place. You've been too nice to these guys, I get that you love them but out of eleven of them, only half deserve it and one of them is your brother and the other is the man you're going to marry. Start treating them like you treated the guys in country or you're going to end up hating them."

Your shoulders fell, "you're right, if they don't do what they're told then it's their fault, I might still be the go between with the Club and the CIA but I don't need to do any more than keep them alive. Thank you."

Derek smiled, "I'm your friend, there's no need to thank me."

****

You hobbled into T-M with a thick file in your arms, and Jax greeted you outside, stopping you before you could walk into the Clubhouse where everyone was waiting, "Chibs feels terrible for what he did, he's learnt his lesson and it won't happen again."

The expression on his face was a mix of worry, anger and affection, "I'm sorry I snapped at your earlier, you're the last person that…"

Jax cut you off, "no, I deserved it. It's my job to keep them in line and I haven't been doing that." You blinked back tears, "go in and do what you need to do then I'm taking you home, we'll talk about what happens after when you've had some sleep."

You walked inside and everyone headed into the chapel, Jax went to get you a chair and you shook your head, "I'd rather stand." You handed the file to Jax, "pass them down please. These are your schedules for your training, you have two days to tell me about unchangeable appointments and responsibilities, after that it's tough shit."

"What happens if you don't show up?" Tig's tone told you he wasn't taking it seriously.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, "in order to make everything look legitimate and reflect well on the Club should law enforcement go looking, I have turned down CIA funding and instead have chosen to have the money for the training taken out of my Anvil cut. To do that, I have to either earn nothing from Anvil for four months or teach some of your classes and earn nothing from Anvil for two months."

They shared a look, "If you miss or fail a single class and don't do your reading, assignments or class work without a very good reason you will owe me for every single cent of your training, not just the class you've failed in, which totals just over a million dollars, should this become a trend, the Club will owe me for everything, which will end by being just under fifteen million dollars and by a trend I mean two people."

Jax's eyes went wide, "this is costing you fifteen million dollars?"

You shook your head, "no, all my Anvil money goes to charity, needy people are missing out on that money."

There was silence, "let me be very clear, this is the last chance for some of the men in this room. The men the CIA deemed expendable will become acceptable losses and my goal will change from keeping everyone alive to, first and foremost, keeping Jax and my brother alive and, second, ensuring the CIA's interests."

"You expect us to be able to perform at the same level as the other people taking these classes? We're not soldiers." Bobby didn't sound worried, he sounded pissed.

"I spent the last six hours personally assigning this training to you. The classes fit both your skills and your interests as well as the roles you already have in the Club. There are classes that everyone will take but those are necessary and have the sole purpose of either saving lives or making the Club look more legitimate. If you had bothered to read your schedule, you would have already known that."

Kozic raised his hand, "what?"

He looked at you sheepishly, "I don't really want to do area fortification."

You took a deep breath, "great, then you can do computers and Juice can learn to torture people. How does that sound?"

Juice blinked, "I don't want to do that."

You smiled nasty, "oh I know and I think doing that would be very bad for your mental and emotional health but Kozik doesn't want to do area fortification and the only person I can move is you. Unless Kozik realises that he's being selfish by not pulling his weight and changes his mind."

Kozik's eyes met the floor, "I didn't mean for it to be like that, I'll stick to what you've told me I'm doing."

You smiled, "great, is anyone else going to whine about getting shit for free? Keep in mind I wouldn't have put you in the class if I didn't think you'd enjoy it."

They were silent, "training starts in three days, if you aren't twenty minutes early you are twenty minutes late. Sam and Kip will only be participating in team building as their time in combat means they don't need this. If you had taken the time to look at what I had handed you instead of just getting me to explain everything, you would see that there is also training at night. In order to get this done in a reasonable amount of time, you will be on a twenty four hour roster, there will not be a time in the next month when one or more of you isn't busy. Any questions?"

Tig's voice had your blood pressure spiking, "yeah.."

You cut him off, "what? What the fuck do you need me to do for you know, say sorry for taking up your time, explain to you why you have to do this or baby you into thinking this is important?"

You have never spoken to any of them like this and their shock was showing, Tig was deflated but that didn't stop Bobby was speaking, "we're not soldiers, you can't expect us to learn this and be good at it."

That was the last straw for you, "no, you're not, that's obvious. Soldiers pull their own weight, follow orders and don't leave other people to do their dirty work. You can't even be here to spend half an hour packing some bottles away because you think it's beneath you, how I can expect you to walk across a mind field or blow or door that could be rigged and get your arms blown off. Oh, that's right, you have no concept of war or combat, you are at home, safe from the horrors of the world where your worst inconvenience is being asked to show up on time and do what you are told."

They looked at each other, Bobby seeming ashamed, "no you're not soldiers, because if you were you'd close your eyes and see your friends with their legs blown off or smell children being burnt alive. In the last few weeks, I have dealt with a horrible train crash, and now I'm dealing with children dying from a dirty drug. None of you has to wade through teenage body after teenage body, none of you has to tell parent after parent that their child is dead and you have no solutions."

Chibs went to speak and you glared at him, "not only do I have to do that but I need to raise a child, plan a wedding and get ready for the arrival of my niece or nephew. You know I have a day job, not that it matters, not that something that makes me feel useful is any more important to some of the people in this room than a hot wet shit."

You threw your hands up, there was no point in holding back now, "I mean, if this is what being an old lady means then I don't want to be one. Old ladies don't get respect, they don't get so much as an acknowledgment of everything they do. No, they are beaten, cheated, and drained dry until they have nothing left to give. No wonder Gemma is so fuck up, no wonder Lyla and Ima stay the hell away. I am Jax's partner, I am meant to be his equal and yet some of the people here, you know who you are, treat me like I'm his bitch."

You were so angry that the pain in your leg felt like nothing, "it's do this y/n, fix this y/n, get us out of our latest mess y/n. This isn't about people saying they are thankful, this is about people acting thankful. There were meant to be two people checking the first aid kit, did Chibs not assign someone or did that person just not care? I'm sick of it, I'm sick of the people in this room leaving the shit work to the prospect or the women. I'm sick of the fucking superiority complex that seems to come along the kutte. No matter how high I climbed, I still cleaned the shitter, no matter how many medals I got, I still got my hands dirty because I had a duty to my fellow soldier to do my part."

Your hands started to shake and you felt your chest get tight, "Bobby's right, you're not soldiers, you're all little boys play acting at being warriors without all the hell it takes be truly be one and I'm done, I'm fucking done. My priority is my child and I will not empty myself to fill anyone else."

The silence was so thick you could cut it, "you want to talk about the Grim Reaper? The enemy used to think I was one, men would piss themselves and start praying when I walked into a room because they thought I could steal their soul with a look. I walk into this building and I reduce myself to Sam's sister, Jax's whore and Abel's mother and I'm never doing that again. I'm done with this shit, I'm done being walked all over."

You took a deep breath and stealed yourself, "I have toppled empires with a smile and the shake of my hips, I have had men who are responsible for the deaths of millions beg for their lives at my feet. You are to fall in line and do what you are told for the good of your brothers first and the Club second like real warriors, or this Club will become nothing but a memory. Not because I don't love any of you or because I'm angry, but because I love my child more than anything on this earth and the Club is now getting in the way of my child's safety. If you don't think I would massacre every single person in this room for my child and I mean every single one of you, you are making a fatal mistake."

You didn't even look at them as you walked out, the hellish silence staying long after you were gone.

****

No one moved, said anything, or even dared to breathe. The people you were addressing in your speech knew it was about them, as did those who knew it wasn't about them.

"She's right, you know." Jax's head snapped toward Opie, "when Billy called me to talk about the bachelor/bachelorette party, we couldn't come up with any games because all of y/n's friends know everything about Jax but a lot of you know nothing about y/n. I wanted to do it anyway but Billy said it would ruin y/n night if anyone felt bad."

Sam was quiet, the same kind of angry quiet that often ended in bloodshed, "there are people in this room who should be ashamed of themselves." Sam hated to bring this up but it needed to happen, and he turned to Tig with hate in his eyes, "do you have any idea how much what she did for you and Clay with Donna hurt her? She spent all the time that Opie was in the dark beating herself up about how what she was doing went against everything she stood for, how protecting you and that monster made her feel?"

Tig's gaze fell, "she hated you from the moment she met you, you rape dead bodies for fucks sake. She spends her time making sure the dead get their stories told and the moment something goes wrong in your life you desecrate them. But instead of sticking to that, she did everything in her power to find the good parts of you so she could like you, not just for your sake but for everyone's. I never heard you say thank you to her for keeping your secret but then I guess you didn't even think about it."

He turned to Chibs, "and you, all the effort she put into making sure you could stand on your own two feet and keep everyone alive and you still get her to help. The offer had always been there to do more training but no, the second it's beyond your scope, you call y/n and get her to do the patching up. Has it occurred to you that maybe every time you don't know how to do something, you should go and learn how to do it? No, I'm guessing it hasn't because y/n will do it anyway."

Bobby was the next target, "you know what she said to me after you didn't show up to pack those bottles away, 'I miss Afghanistan because at least in Afghanistan I could trust my guys to have my back.' She was so hurt by what you did but she never said anything because what was the point."

Sam rubbed his face, "you know she's turned down the job she's dreamed of since she was five, four times since she moved here. Each time she was happy to do it, like the suggestion that leaving Charming was downright offensive. All she wanted was to be the head of anthropology at the Smithsonian, she even had a poster of the front doors that went with her everywhere. When she landed here, she set it alight and told me that she had different dreams now. They called her two weeks ago and she didn't say no, she said that sacrifices had to be made."

Sam stood up and sighed, "fix this shit or I'm turning in my patch and dragging her and Abel Washington so she can be happy, Jax can follow her or he can stay behind but I'm not watching her do this to herself anymore, my sister deserves to be happy and if that happiness comes at cost of the people in this room, I'm ok with that."

****

Jax came home ready to face the music, after your rant and Sam's calm dressing down they had decided it was time to change. No one had complained about their assignments and Jax had sent everyone home to think about how they had treated you. He had gone over and over again what he was going to say to you, how he was going to beg on his knees for your forgiveness but when he got in the door Sam waved him into the library.

"She's on the phone with the FDA and the DEA, they got the test results back from that drug and it's bad. She didn't have much time to explain it before the calls started rolling in."

Jax made his way into the library to be and was greeted by you sitting at the desk with your head in your hands, "hey darlin."

You looked up, "hey, is this the part where you ask for the ring back?"

Jax sat down and took your hand, running his thumb over the back of your hand, "no, I'm not going to ask for the ring back, I'm going to say I'm sorry and tell you that we all talked and that there will be change, the people that don't will lose their patch. We'll be at Anvil in three days for training. I am so sorry you've turned down your dream over and over again for so little return and I will spend my whole life making this up to you if that's what you want. I will do anything to make this right, I...."

You placed a hand on his cheek, "it's not you Jackson, you have been amazing. I'm just burnt out and sick of some of the guys being selfish assholes, had it been any other time I would have been able to deal with it."

Jax shook his head, "no, none of that. It had to happen, we all know who you were talking to and those people are taking a good long look at themselves. I told everyone that if they want to say sorry they can do it when things with your work calm down, until then you're not doing anything else for the Club."

You couldn't stop the tears from falling anymore, the last few weeks catching up with you in a rush and Jax pulled you into his arms, "hey, you're alright, everything is going to be ok." You sobbed into his chest while his hand stroked your back until you couldn't cry anymore.

You pulled away with a sniff and Jax lifted his hand to your cheek, wiping your tears away with his thumb, "you know I love you right?"

You nodded, "that's the second time I've heard that today and it was followed up by me getting all mad at everyone. Yes Jackson, I know you love me."

He smiled, "then you need to stop bottling shit up, it's my job as your partner to look after you and be there when you need someone to talk to." You went to speak but he shook his head softly, "you don't get to decide if something is too much for me. I know you signed up for the Club coming first but you are my world and I am never going to let it hurt you again."

You leaned in close and dropped your forehead to his, "I love you so much, I am so sorry that I..."

Jax kissed you in an effort to quiet you, "there's no need to say sorry. Now I'm going to run you a bath and you're going to spend the next three days focusing on your job."

You smiled, "you are wonderful."

Jax went to say something but your phone rang, "this won't take long, it's the CDC, I think you're going to do a press conference and they want my statement."

You answer the phone with a sigh, "yeah, you want my statement?"

The person on the other end was in a rush, "we only need a few sentences."

Jax had his hand on your leg, his hand running back and forth, "this drug is deadly, it won't give you a better high because people are dying, it will kill you. There is no safe dose, the makeup of the drug means that the longer the pills sit, the more dangerous they become, If you take these pills now you do not have a chance. Please do the right thing and drop them at a hospital or pharmacy so they can't hurt anyone else."

You could hear the person typing, "thank you, that's fabulous. Can we call you if we want you to appear in person?"

"Sure, just let me know in a reasonably time so I don't look like I've been up for four days."

"Of course, thank you for your help Dr l/n."

You hung up and Jax smiled, taking you phone from your hands, "you're done for the night, I'm going to run you that bath and spend the rest of the night making sure you know how much I....."

BANG BANG BANG

A quick glance at the security camera showed a woman, maybe in her late teens or early twenties standing at your door, terrified, by her clothing she must have come from a frat house party next door. You and Jax raced to see what was wrong, Sam opened the door just as you got there, "what's wrong miss."

She looked around frantically, "my friends, they took something. I think they might be dying."

You and Jax shared a look, "alright, we're going to need all hands on deck for this. Jax go get the med kit, the big one, Sam call an ambo and Ima, bring as many cold packs as you can carry."

You were out the door in seconds, "do you know what they took?"

Her eyes were wide, "the pill was pink, it had a flower on it. I'm training to be a nurse and my teacher told me about this new drug that's killing people, I told them not to take it but they wouldn't listen. They just started dropping."

"Alright, run ahead and tell them help is coming and that they need to be ready for the ambulance to arrive, please tell them that no one is in trouble."

Her ran off as fast as her feet could carry her and Jax caught the worry in your eyes, "this is Poppy isn't it?"

You nodded, "I think it is and I only have enough drugs for one person, two at a push."

You walked through the front door and Jax eyes went wide, "what about six people?"

The scene was carnage, Sam came up behind you, the phone still in his hand as he relayed the information to the dispatcher, "they're sending six ambos now, St Thomas is ready for them."

You rubbed your face and turned to Ima, "you and Sam go around and put those cold packs on as many of them as possible, call me over if something goes wrong."

The frat boys were standing there in their T-shirts, with shock on their faces, "I need to know what they took or I can't help."

They looked at each other and their faces became hard, "you're friends are going to die and if you don't help me I will tell the cops you refused to help."

Still nothing, "please, your friends are dying I just need to know what they're on so I can keep them alive."

The youngest one of the group looked at his brother then back at you, "they took Poppy, we didn't think it would hurt them, we've been taking it for weeks and we've been fine."

"Ahhh, y/n, I think this guy is having a seizure." You over and waved to Jax, "go in the bag and look for a drug called Midazolam, it's got Versed written under it, then take a fourteen gauge needle, the orange one and draw up half of it."

Jax did as you asked, handing you the syringe with a worried look. "Hold his arm down so I can give it to him." Jax did as you asked and you watched the boy's face as you injected the drug.

"It's not working."

You shook your head and handed the syringe back to him, "the other half please." He didn't stop shaking as you gave him the last of the vial.

"I'm out of drugs, there's no more I can do." You looked for around for Sam who was holding another shaking victim, everyone else dropping one after the other, "Sammy, what's the ETA on those ambos?"

Sam voice was tight, "three minutes."

The girl who came and got you was standing there numb, "can we do anything to help?"

You nodded, "get them as cold as you can, all we can do is preserve brain function until help gets here, what's your name sweetie."

She blinked, "Misty, my name is Misty."

You smiled, "alright Misty, you've done amazing so far but I need to cool them down. Have you learnt how to do that yet?" She nodded, "ok, well I'm y/n, this is Jax, the tall guy over there is Sam and the pretty blonde next to him is Ima and we're here to help. Get as many people as you to help you get these people cold so we can get them to the ER alive."

She ran off, by now everyone was listening. You only relaxed when the red and blue lights came through the windows and the sound of sirens filled the air.

"They're all seizing already?"

You nodded, "the drugs aren't working, I'm trying to keep them cool but.."

Shay waved her hand, "we know, we've been going to these calls all week. Go help with the cooling we'll do what we can." The other paramedics went to help and then they were loading people into their vehicles, "David will be here soon, I'll get you a ticket for your meds so you can replace them."

You nodded, "none of them are going to live, are they?" Shay shook her head, "the one the medicated might. I'll let you know how it goes."

"Thank you."

Jax put his hand on your back as Sam walked Ima home,"if that's what you've been dealing with the last few weeks I am so sorry. Let's get you home, Hale and talk to you there."

You sighed, "thank God Wendy had Abel tonight."

Jax chuckled, "she's been great."

Misty walked over to you with her face pale, "can I help? I was speaking to my friend Jenny before she started getting sick."

"Do you know where they got the drugs?"

Misty looked around, "yeah, Oakland."

You and Jax shared a look and you pointed to a piece of paper, "this is the number for a detective Mason tell him everything you know, please."

She took the number from your hands, "I'm going to go see him right now, thank you."

You smiled, "thank you for doing the right thing."

****

"There's two Oakland detectives at the door for you."

You pressed the intercom, "send them in, thank you T."

They walked in looking worried, "I'm guessing you saw Misty last night?"

One of them nodded, "I'm detective Goodman, this is detective Mason."

"I'm sorry we had to meet like this, did you get anywhere?"

Goodman nodded, "we're not here to question you, we're dealing with that now. We're here to ask about some other bodies that arrived last night."

You nodded, "the ones from Oakland, of course."

Mason smiled, "the woman in her early twenties, yes."

They looked at each other, "Damon's daughter was there when it happened, she was the one that did CPR."

You knew what they were asking, "six of the bodies in the fridge happened in the house next door, I saw this drug in action. There is nothing she could have done to help her friend. I can't ease her mind, what I can do is say for sure that she did everything she could and there's is no way she could have helped. I had the antidote drug with me and that wasn't enough."

They nodded and Goodman spoke, "thank you, we'll pass that on to her." They shared a look, "this will be the last round of bodies, we just came to let you know that it's being dealt with and we could use your help to make sure this doesn't keep hurting our community."

You got the message loud and clear, "do you best to leave no evidence and make it look like a rival gang and I'll take care of the rest."

"We'll be in touch, thank you Dr l/n."

****

"I spoke to Pope, Veronica is doing ok since you spoke to the detectives. He assured me that the drugs won't be an issue for much longer."

You took a deep breath, "I don't want to know, the less I know the easier it will be to get me to cover it up. How's your reading going?"

Jax smiled, "it's going great, I am learning a lot. I cannot wait for it to start."

You sighed and threw your arms onto his shoulders, "you are going to have a lot of fun and you'll learn so much."

Jax bent his head and kissed you, "I can wait for you to teach me, it's going to fulfil every teacher and student fantasy I've ever had."

You giggled, "you might not think that when it starts, I've been told on the odd times when I teach at Anvil I can be kinda mean."

"I can't wait, I like it when you're mean."

The connotation was clear, "I can be mean to you if you want me to, all you need to do is ask."

Jax smirked, "on second thought, I like you when you're nice too."

You shook your head, "you are insufferable."

Jax took your face in his hands and kissed your hard, walking you back towards the couch, "how's your leg?"

You moved his kiss his neck, your hands popping the buttons of his flannel, "fine. I missed you."

Jax's hand slid down your body to cup your centre, "it's only been three days."

You nipped his skin, "three long painful days."

Just as Jax's fingers went to untie your scrubs, your phone rang.

"Yeah." It was detective Goodman.

"There are bodies, it looks like something you'd handle considering what we found."

You sighed, "I'll be there soon."

You hung up and Jax's face fell, "more shit?"

You nodded, "so much."

****

"What the hell am I looking at?"

Goodman looked at you, "I was hoping you'd tell us, it looks like these are the guys who were selling Poppy."

You walked over to the bodies, two of them staged, they were being strung up their arms and had roach carved into their stomachs. You turned to your team, "Jess, help me get this guy down, Jack and Zack can do the other one."

Jess looked closer as you walked up to the dead man, "has something been stuffed inside their abdominal cavity?"

"It looks like it. In all likelihood, it's the drugs they've been..... Oh my God, did it just move?"

She nodded and you took a deep breath, "alright, for everyone's safety, we got to open them here." You and Jessica got the body and and placed it on the ground, the press showing up just as you got the scalpel out of your bag, "hey Mason, can you wave them off please?" He gave you a nod and went to push them behind the police line as you placed the blade at the chest, it was clear this close that the letters cut deep in the skin were there to hide the fact that they had been cut open.

You pressed down and the skin split open, you and Jessica jumping up and taking large steps back as the body opened and the source of the movement became clear, the bodies had been filled with cockroaches.

"Oh no, I do not like this, I do not like this one bit. We are going to get these bodies back to the lab and let Jack deal with this shit."

Jess sighed, "I miss it when we only worked with bones."

You chuckled, "me too."

****

"Y/n is on the TV, so is your old lady." Juice came in from his kitchen, having invited Happy over so they could study.

"What do you think's going on there?"

Happy shrugged, "I'm sure we'll find out. Holy fuck, are those what I think they are?"

Happy pointed to the Tv and Juice turned away, "I'm going to go take Jess a change of clothes, help yourself to dinner."

****

"I saw the news, are you alright?"

You climbed into Jax's lap and buried your head in his chest, "it was so gross but the good news is that I think the issues with the drugs are over. The two men they found were the main sellers and some info on the bodies led the cops to where they were bringing them in. It's being dealt with now."

Jax ran his hand up and down your back, "Pope?"

"Yep."

You lifted your head off his chest and pressed your lips to his, "shall we pick up where we left off?"

Jax smirked, "fuck yeah."

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Hey Edna, I’ve been thinking a lot about the similarities between Katya (Goncharov 1973), and Peggy Carter in terms of agency and being heard within their respective communities. Would love to hear your thoughts

Oh where do we begin!

There are definitely parallels between Katya and Peggy. Like you said, both of them struggle at first with being heard. That opening scene of the mafia meeting, when the audience literally only see slivers of her through fancy Italian suits, and even her ‘yes’ to being told to bring more coffee is barely heard. It does remind me of Peggy’s line about how she’s invisible unless she’s got someone’s file or coffee or something.

Unfortunately, for the first half of the film, Katya actually cuts a much more tragic figure than Peggy. One distinct difference is, of course, that Peggy has got allies in her male-dominated world, while Katya does not. Peggy at least has got Jarvis and Daniel; Katya does not have that privilege. All the men around her are planted there by, well, other men. Her bodyguards are her husband’s henchmen. And unlike Peggy, who chooses to stay at the SSR despite the slights and abuses, Katya is stuck with Goncharov. Even Andrey Daddano, who is probably the nicest—comparatively speaking—man to Katya in the whole film, is too busy staring moon-eyed at Goncharov to really notice Katya’s plight and her call for help.

(Basically—imagine AC S1 if Daniel is entirely too preoccupied with staring longingly at Jack, and completely ignoring Peggy's struggles in the office. That’s how sad it is for Katya.)

We also see Katya relying a lot more on…well, being a woman than Peggy does, and Peggy does that a lot already. Because beneath the taking advantage of sexism and all, Peggy is a skilled spy. Once she has seduced a man into distraction (102 Sweet Dreams lipstick where would Peggy be without you), she can handle all the tasks herself. Katya could not do that. Both because of a lack of skill and because of physical confinement at times, not only does Katya have to rely on seducing men to get places, she has to manipulate them and sometimes even give them favours to get things done, which places her in a much more vulnerable position than Peggy has ever been in.

Then there is, of course, the kiss between her and Sofia, which does call to mind the kiss between Dottie and Peggy in 1x06. However, I do have to give credits to Goncharov for one thing: while AC plays into the kiss of death trope, Goncharov quite smartly subverts it. Because see—like Peggy, Katya falls victim to internalised misogyny and underestimates Sofia, writing her off as nothing more than a henchman’s arm candy. So when she kisses Sofia to incriminate her, on the surface, it reads like a kiss of death. BUT it actually is through Sofia that Katya finally finds her ticket to freedom.

In fact, I would even argue that comparing Katya to Dottie is more appropriate than comparing her to Peggy. Sure, on the surface it sounds like lazy analysis—just directly comparing two Russian characters. But from the perspective of both Dottie and Katya, their female connections are what give them a chance to escape and finally build their own lives. Dottie is used by Ivchenko, instead of being allowed to plan a mission herself. If she has struck a deal with Jack in early S2 instead of taking advantage of her connection to Peggy, she would never have had the chance to run free after the party. Same for Katya—she has kissed multiple men in the film, but by seducing and finally kissing Sofia, she found someone who can actually help her escape Goncharov’s control.

There is something almost Thelma and Louise-esque in the ending, when we see Katya at her husband’s funeral looking more relieved than mournful, and the teasing closing shot of Sofia observing—if not waiting—on the periphery of the funeral party. That is honestly a far kinder treatment of a lesbian relationship than I would ever have expected from a 1970s film. (And to think Marvel teased us a Cartinelli ending then never brought Angie back…for shame, Feige, for shame…)

References: [Link 1] [Link 2]

#answers #likea-black-widow-baby #this is one of the wildest things I’ve ever written for tumblr #people: oh so what are you doing with your ba in English?#me: …writing spoof film analysis on tumblr dot com?#my meta #goncharov #unreality

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WARNINGS: drugs, guns, stripping, violence, abuse, fighting, prostitution, blood, alcohol usage, mentions of sexual assault, torture, death, cops, stalking, graphic fighting, blood, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, pills, excessive drinking mentions of physical abuse, sexual themes

It took several days for all of the things Y/N had ordered for the club to start rolling in. Jake’s once spotless mansion was filled with cardboard boxes and bubble wrap. It was almost hourly he was signing for some new package that she had ordered. He’d never admit it out loud, but he liked the things she had picked out. He was dragging his feet buying new furniture and glassware for the club, but he was happy someone was finally getting it done.

“What are these for?” Jake asked, picking up a box full of small plastic glasses, “Shots?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, taking the box from his hands, “Plastics are easier, less dishes to wash at the end of the night, and you don't have to worry about barely twenty-one frat boys smashing them open on the counters.”

“You know, you’re ordering all this shit for the club, but you’ve never seen it in full swing,” Jake smirked, “You want to come see how daddy plays?”

“I know you did not just call yourself ‘daddy’,”

“What? Not into it? Hmm. . . what about ‘sir’ or better yet, ‘Hangman’?”

“How about ‘go fuck yourself’,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “But I might as well go with you guys. See what it's truly like.”

“That’s funny, you thought it was a suggestion,” Jake walked over to her, and whispered in her ear, “Wear something black. . . it’s my favorite color.”

She rolled her eyes once again before a mischievous grin overtook her lips, earning a curious look from Jake.

“Should I be scared?” He asked, his eyes flicking between her lips and eyes.

Y/N took a step closer, her chest almost touching his. She didn’t miss the way he shamelessly looked down her shirt. Y/N licked her lips and gently placed her hand on his chest, easily dragging it up his body. Jake sucked in a breath as her hand went to the back of his neck, and pulled him in. She giggled as she leaned in and whispered: “Always.”

Jake clenched his jaw as she pushed away from him, and walked towards the door. She made sure to put an extra swing her hips knowing his green eyes were on her. Y/N made her way into her room, walking into the closet and running her hands along the dresses until her fingers brushed against the soft thin material. She pulled the dress off of its hanger, laying it on the ottoman behind her, moving further to pick out a jacket and shoes. Her makeup and hair took the longest to do, so when an impatient knock came from her bedroom door she wasn’t all too surprised.

“Can you hurry up, your boyfriend and his lil’ friends are getting incredibly impatient.” Reuben said as he peaked through the door.

Y/N poked her head out of the closet, smiling at him, “Fiancé, and they can wait, I’m just getting dressed.”

“Okay, I’ll let them know.” He said, moving to step out of her room.

“Wait,” she called, shuffling out of the closet holding her dress up, “can you zip me up?” He chuckled lightly as he walked towards her, motioning for her to turn around. He zipped up the back of the dress before stepping away and giving her an approving nod.

“Trying to kill the man?” He asked.

“He said his favorite color is black so…” She replied, walking back into the closet to put on her coat and shoes.

“An Athena classic, I see,” Reuben smirked, “You know what you’re getting yourself into? I’m not sure if I’d even call this proper clothing and Jake doesn’t seem-”

“I don’t give a damn what he seems like,” Y/N said, putting her earrings in. She walked over to her full length mirror, taking in the sight of herself. For once since being here she felt powerful. The dress clung to her body in all the right ways, giving her the confidence she had been searching for.

Reuben shook his head, knowing that this night could only end one of two ways, “I’ll be downstairs.”

“I’m right behind you,” Y/N said, and made sure to fluff her hair one more time before following Reuben down the stairs.

She spotted Javy first, pacing by the front door and looking at his watch. He was the one who was usually in charge of making sure people were in the right places at the right time. Being late drove him crazy. Bob was leaning up against the side of the staircase as Rooster sat on one of the bottom steps. Jake had just walked down the hallway, fixing the cuff of his sleeve when he heard the click of her heels ascending down the oak staircase.

“You know,” She started, catching the attention of all of the men, “this club better not suck. I’d hate to get all dressed up for a shitty club.”

Javy stopped his pacing as Bob and Rooster straightened up. It brought a small smile to her face, as if she were the Queen and they were her royal subjects. Jake had a smirk on his face, taking in the sight of her. She was truly breathtaking and demanded the attention of everyone around her. She held her hand out for Rooster, who helped her down the last couple stairs. Jake took a step up to her and held out his arm.

“Let’s go then, doll,” They began to walk outside, but Jake stopped for a moment, “Wait.”

“What now?!” Javy whined, “We are running late!”

“I have something for you,” Jake whispered and pulled back from her. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows for a moment as his footsteps retreated down to his office. She was even more surprised when he came back with a black velvet box in his hand, “I guess I should’ve given you this a while ago, but better late than never,” Jake opened the box and Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight of a huge oval cut diamond ring. It was nothing like the ones that she had liked but it was certainly something.

“Wear it tonight,” Jake said, his voice leaving little room for argument. She nodded and slipped the ring from the box and put it on her ring finger. It felt heavy, almost too heavy, “Narciso said you’d like it.”

Now it made sense as to why Jake picked out that ring. Narciso was the brother who loved the glitz and glamor that came with being filthy rich. His name served him right as all of his clothes were tailor made, he only wore the best jewelry that money could afford, and spent hours on his appearance. Y/N didn’t have the heart to tell Jake it wasn’t her style, so she just nodded her head.

“Thank you,” She smiled, “I love it.” Jake smiled back, and kissed her cheek.

“Alright Princess,” Jake said to Javy, “Now, we can go.”

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

The bass of the music felt like a heartbeat pounding through her. Her eyes scanned the darkness of the club, as it was packed with people. The smell of sweat and alcohol filtered through the air, as they walked in. Jake kept his arm around her waist, mainly for a show of dominance on who she belonged to. But the look on her face, showed that she wasn’t going to listen to a single thing he had to say. She hadn’t stepped foot into a club scene like this in almost a year. The threats that were placed against her and her family, had her father forbidding any sort of place like this.

“I’m getting a drink,” Jake said into her ear, “What do you want? If you fucking say one of those damn seltzers, you’re walking home.”

Y/N looked from the lower level of the club to Jake, his green eyes dazzling in the low red lights of the club. She licked her plump red lips before answering, “Sex on the Beach.”

“Maybe later, sweetheart,” Jake responded and Y/N rolled her eyes, “Don’t fucking move. I’ll be back.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, honey,” Y/N jeered but Jake was too far away to hear her response. She moved from her spot, walking over to the railing of the balcony that opened up to look over the first floor. She could see the tightly packed bodies as they danced on one another. It was easy for her to spot Bob, his tall frame giving him away, and Javy, the curls on his head being run through by some girl’s hand.

Rooster and Payback decided the safer bet than getting mixed in with the sweaty bodies down below. Reuben sat on a couch, a girl perched on his lap, as he sipped from a glass of water. Y/N had told him he could relax for one night, but he didn’t want to take any chances. The last time she had said those words, she had run away and found herself a plane ticket to Paris. Rooster sat on the other side, his brown eyes scanning the area, a girl tucked under his arm, playing with the slight curls in his hair.

“Here,” Jake said, handing her the blue colored drink. She thanked him and noticed a similar colored drink in his hand.

“You got one too?”

“I gotta keep up with you somehow,” Jake shrugged, taking a drink. His eyebrows immediately creased in disgust, “What the fuck? People actually like this shit?”

“Peach Schnapps is a top seller if you bothered to look at the receipts,” Y/N responded, lifting the drink to her lips and chugging it down. Jake stared at her in awe, as she wiped her lips and handed him the empty glass, “I’ll take another.”

“I’m not carrying your drunk ass out of here.”

“Who said I’m going home with you?”

Jake basically growled and grabbed her chin, “I did.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and looked over his shoulder, seeing a familiar girl walk through the door, “Your whore is here.”

Jake released Y/N from his grip and turned to see Isabella stumbling over to him. He rolled his eyes at her drunken state, excusing himself from Y/N and walking over to catch the drunk girl before she face planted. The poor girl could barely stand as she yelled obscenities that were drowned out by the loud music. Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her face as she watched Jake struggle to keep Isabella on her own two feet. Y/N walked over to the bar, leaning on it slightly to get the attention of the male bartenders.

“And how can I help you, miss?” One of them asked, shamelessly looking at her cleavage.

“Another Sex on the Beach please. Charge it to Mr. Seresin’s card please.” She made sure to flash the ring towards the bartender, who nodded.

“Anything for you,” The bartender said, and began mixing her drink, “Cherry in it?”

“Of course,” Y/N smirked. The bartender handed her the drink and she thanked him. She turned around, pressing her back against the bar, taking everything in. She felt the most at peace in this environment, this is the place she basically grew up in. The loudness of music and bright lights made her feel warm and alive.

“I don’t want to be cliche but, do you come here often?” A thunderous male voice said. Y/N turned her head, seeing a rather tall, muscular man, covered in tattoos. His brown hair was slicked back and strands falling into his eyes. She could see a slight scar in his eyebrow, just adding to the mystery of him.

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

“Not in the slightest, you look like you own this place.” His statement made her giggle slightly, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Y/N looked over to where Jake once was, now seeing him and Isabella gone.

“I’m Athena,” Y/N said, holding her hand out for the man to shake.

“Goddess of War,” He smiled and she nodded, “I’m Nate. Care for a dance?”

“Sure,” Y/N smiled. Nate held his hand out to her, and she softly took it.

His hands were rough, and calloused, different from the way Jake’s had felt in her’s. Nate led her down to the first floor, pushing his way through the crowd to plant themselves in the middle of the dance floor. He turned her around, so her back was against his front. He gripped her hips, moving them in time with the beat of the music, as she grinded against him. She lifted her arms up, moving them over her body, loving the way his hands felt on her.

Jake shook his head, slamming the door to one of the private rooms and locking it, leaving a very drunk Isabella on the bathroom floor. His intention of the night was to have a calm night at his club, maybe even get a dance from Y/N. All of that had quickly been smashed to pieces, when his eyes caught sight of his future wife in the arms of another man. Jake knew of the man who’s large hands were roaming around Y/N’s hips. Jake knew of the things he had done, and how easily he had boasted about putting his ex girlfriend in the hospital.

Jake pushed off the railing and walked over to Rooster, who was in a heated make-out session with the girl on his lap. When Rooster sensed his boss walking over, he gently pushed her away, all his attention going to Jake.

“When does Nate fight?” Jake asked him.

“Tomorrow night. He’s set to fight Eddie,” Rooster explained.

Jake shook his head, “Nah. He’s mine.”

“You sure?” Rooster asked, standing up from the couch, “You know what he’s done? His old lady needed a face reconstruction.”

All of them knew how to fight, it was something they learned at a young age. Rooster had been the best fighter out of all of them. He was quick, agile, and could throw a kick that would break another man’s jaw. The only person who had ever beat Nate was Rooster, and that had set the former man off. Jake could hold his own in the ring, everyone knew that. But going up against Nate was going to be a death wish. For who, that would remain a mystery.

“I may be a shitty person, but I don’t let women beaters get away with their shit. I want him in the ring, make sure Y/N is there too. Front and center,” Jake said, ending the conversation and walking back to his spot on the railing. His eyes never left the sight of Y/N and Nate, as they danced and drank the night away.

Jake finally stepped in when he saw Nate gently pull a very drunk Y/N down the hallway towards the private rooms. The mafia boss saw red, as he stormed down the hall, everyone moving out of the way for him. He didn’t even bother knocking as he opened the door, seeing her half state of undress as she sat in Nate’s lap. Her lipstick was smudged and her eyes were half open.

“We’re leaving,” Jake said to her.

“No,” She slurred, “I’m going home with Noah.”

“It’s Nate.”

“Same shit,” Y/N said.

“No, you’re fucking trashed. Get up. We’re going home,” Jake demanded again. Y/N crossed her arms like a child and shook her head, “Fine. You want to act like a child, I’ll treat you like one.”

“Hey man, just let her be-”

“Don’t fucking speak,” Jake pointed at him, as he walked into the room. He grabbed Y/N’s arm and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed and then laughed, the drunken giggles falling from her red lips uncontrollably, “Don’t ever touch my wife or any woman again. And if you do, you’ll be fucking sorry.”

Jake slapped her ass, partially as a way to show dominance, but also as a way to try to get her to stop laughing, but it did the exact opposite, as he left the room. Y/N lifted her head up and waved to Nate as they disappeared down the hallway.

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It took Rooster, Bob, Javy and Jake to get a very, very drunk Y/N into the house and into bed. Reuben decided to sit this adventure out, laughing as the four boys tried to wrangle her into the house. She was smart, but it seemed like the alcohol made her even smarter. Her coordination was strong, as she ran barefoot in the house away from Bob, who was trying to box her in like an animal.

“Are you going to help?” Jake asked, looking at Payback. Y/N’s drunken giggles filled the air as Javy and Bob ran into each other as she hopped on the kitchen island, crawling across it away from them.

“She’ll wear herself out soon,” Payback shrugged, a smirk on his face.

Jake sighed, as Rooster finally managed to catch her in his strong arms. She fought against him as he walked up the stairs to the master bedroom, Jake following right behind them. Rooster tossed her on the bed, and she laughed as her body bounced off the mattress. He went to push himself away, but Y/N moved quickly, and grabbed his collar pulling him in for a kiss. Jake sucked in a breath as he watched them, Rooster kissing her back for a moment. He pushed away from her and she fell back onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Rooster said, shaking his head and then looking at his boss, “I-I’m sorry, she-”

“I know,” Jake clenched his jaw, “I got it from here.” Rooster nodded and left the room. Jake looked back at Y/N who looked up at him with droopy eyes and a smirk on her face. She bit her lip as she got up on all fours and crawled towards him. The strap of her dress falling down her shoulder and nearly exposing her chest to him.

“C’mere, Jakey,” She said lowly, sitting back on her heels and roaming her hands all over her body. It took all the willpower Jake had in him to stop the blood rushing straight to his cock. He walked over to her, gently touching her face, watching as she nuzzled into the warmth, before he grabbed her wrist and flipped her on her back. He easily crawled on top of her and pinned her hands down. She looked up at him, trying to push her way out of his grip, but he was so much stronger.

“You need help?” Jake asked in a condescending voice, “That wasn’t very ladylike of you. Kissing another man in front of your husband to be?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you would do something other than hit me when you touch me,” Y/N sneered back, but Jake could see that look in her eye. The look of lust. “Touch me, Hangman, please,” Jake growled at the sound of his callsign falling from his lips, “I need it. I need you.” Jake could see her rubbing her thighs together, trying to create some friction.

Jake was a bad man. A very bad man.

But sleeping with her in this state was one line he would never cross. Jake clicked his tongue and pushed off of her, and he swore she let out a whine.

“Jake-”

“You’re drunk,” He simply said, and she groaned, “I don’t kiss girls that smell like a bar floor. Now,” He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a sitting position, “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

Y/N didn’t know that Jake could have a caring side. He gently unzipped her dress, watching the material pool around her ankles. He got her dressed in one of the oversized sleep shirts folded on top of her dresser. He even took the time to take her makeup off and brush her hair.

“Tuck me in?” Y/N slurred as she laid back in bed and Jake nodded.

He pulled the blankets up her body and ran a gentle hand over her hair, “Rest up. You’re going to need it for tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” Y/N asked.

“You’ll see, doll.” Jake whispered and kissed her forehead. He stood up and watched as she snuggled in drifting off to sleep, “No one touches what’s mine.”

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Y/N was looking through files on her bed when her bedroom door was pushed open, and Javy strolled in. She spent the day hiding in her room, fighting off the hangover from the previous night. She hardly remembered the details of it, but learned from Bob that Jake had put her to bed after running around the house and kissing Rooster. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she watched the tan skinned man walk over to her curtains, and pull them open, letting the bright natural light flood in.

“What the hell are you doing, Javy?” Y/N asked, covering her eyes.

“Get up, get dressed, we are going out,” Javy smirked.

“Where are we going?”

“I didn’t ask,” Javy said, “But Jake said wear something hot, and preferably red. But no dresses, he doesn’t want men trying to stick their hands up your skirt.”

Y/N scoffed, “Who am I? The Virgin fucking Mary?” She climbed off her bed and walked towards the closet.

Javy whistled as he walked around the large master bedroom, and Y/N rolled her eyes. Javy was probably one of the nicest out of the four men, but the man could not take a hint to save his life. Y/N knew exactly what she was going to wear, going straight for one of her dressers and pulling out a red lace bodysuit. It left little to the imagination, and the cups pushed her breasts up. She paired it with a pair of black ripped jeans, a leather jacket and red heels. She walked out of her closet, holding the clothing pieces in her hand.

“This good enough for my husband?” Y/N asked and batted her eyelashes.

Javy chuckled and looked it over, “It’ll do sweetcheeks. But hurry, Jake doesn’t like to be late to his own party.”

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She wasn’t sure what to expect when she got out of the car, but an old warehouse was not it. The boys walked ahead of her, aside from Jake, who walked beside her with an arm wrapped tightly around her waist. He insisted on her wearing her ring tonight and she felt like she had a cinder block tied to her hand. When they walked into the building, she was surprised to see a large crowd of people standing around a boxing ring, cheering as a man got the shit beat out of him.

“A fight club, really?” She asked, looking over at Jake, who directed the two of them through the crowd. When they came to a stop, he turned to stand chest to chest with her, lifting his free hand under her chin, turning it up to look at him. His eyes traced over the features of her face, almost as if he was committing them to memory, before they dropped to her chest, catching on the edge of the long scar that spanned the length of her torso.

His finger dropped from her chin, just barely brushing her skin as he followed the length of the scar until her shirt stopped him, “You’ll have to tell me all about this one sometime, Doll.”

“Hangman,” A man said, getting Jake’s attention.

The blonde man smirked, before looking down at the girl in his arms. Jake smashed his lips against hers, kissing her roughly. Y/N pulled away breathlessly looking at Jake as if he had grown a second head. He smirked and kissed her quickly again, before pulling away, “I’ll be back.”

Y/N nodded and watched him walk away towards the back. She shyly touched her fingers to her lips. Reuben and Bob stood by her side, as Rooster and Javy had left with Jake. The club was loud, as the crowd cheered on a fight that was already happening. Y/N grimaced as one man had his opponent up against the ropes, and was beating him within an inch of his life.

She hated fighting. Her brothers were obsessed with it. Gianni had won several titles back in Italy in the underground scene. People believed that he could make it big if he wanted to, but he preferred the underground. He got paid more, and got all the drugs and women he could ever want. Y/N had only seen him in a couple fights, and knew that with one hit, Gianni could kill a man. Hell, she had watched him do it several times.

The sound of a bell ringing snapped Y/N out of her trance as she looked back at the ring, watching the poor man be carried down, and his opponent celebrating his win. Y/N shook her head and looked down at her shoes, as the crowd started getting loud again as the announcer walked in.

“Alright, the next fight is an extra special event! Ladies and Gentlemen let me present to you, weighing in at 245, Nate ‘The Beast’ Teller” The presenter said, waving everyone's attention to the opposite side of the ring. Loud boos and cheers were mixed upon the crowd. Y/N recognized the man she had danced with the other night, lightly jogging into the ring, his team behind him.

“And in the other corner, coming in at 235, but don’t count him out yet, is ‘Thee Hangman’. . . Jake Seresin!”

“Wait. . . what’s going on?” Y/N asked, confused, as she watched Jake slip into the ring. His torso was bare, as the only article of clothing on his body was a pair of black boxing shorts. Rooster and Javy took their places by the side of the ring as Jake stepped up. Jake looked right at her and smirked, as he walked to the center to match up with Nate.

“This is all for you, doll. You caused this. No one touches my doll,” Jake said, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

“This will be a fair fight, gentlemen,” The ref said. The fight was going to be as fair as Jake had paid the ref to make it, “Touch fists.” The two men did as instructed and as soon as the bell dinged they pulled apart and began moving around each other.

Nate looked like he had about forty extra pounds on Jake instead of only ten. Jake was quick though, moving around with stealth, dodging Nate’s punches. Y/N gasped as one of Nate’s punches connected with Jake's jaw. Jake stumbled a bit, letting Nate land another punch, this time to his nose. Jake smirked, his anger intensifying, as he lunged forward, tackling Nate to the ground. He sat on top of him, delivering punch after punch to his face. His knuckles turning red from the force of the punches and the blood seeping from Nate’s face.

It was like her body was on autopilot as she pushed through the crowd over to Jake’s corner, “Make him stop,” Y/N said, grabbing Rooster’s shirt to get his attention.

The mustached man quickly brushed her off, “Fuck no, I got money on this shit,” Rooster said looking at her quickly and then turning back to his friend, “Get him, Jake!” He yelled along with the loud cheers from the crowd.

Nate found his strength and turned Jake over, trying to wrestle his way to overpower Jake. But Jake was smaller and quicker, having Nate on his stomach. Jake raked his hands through his opponents hair, grabbing onto it, and smashing his face repeatedly into the mat, right in front of Y/N. She could hear the sickening cracks of his nose being turned into finely crushed bone. His eyebrow was split open, leaking blood all over the mat. Jake’s eyes were wide and animalistic as he continued to destroy the man’s face. The crowd cheered, only adding to Jake’s ego and confidence as he smirked.

“You caused this, doll. This is all. . . for. . . you,” Jake said, his jaw clenched. He looked up at her, spitting the blood that was running down from his face from being hit.

“Rooster. . . please,” Y/N said, feeling her throat starting to close. She felt the sound of the crowd drown out, only being able to hear her heart pounding and the blood rushing in her body. Jake no longer looked like the man she had spent the past week with. No, he looked like the man who had destroyed her, took her innocence, bruised her and left her to die in an alley. His eyes resembled those she had seen in the moment of complete terror. Instead of the poor man on his stomach, she saw herself and Jake’s face had been replaced with Francisco.

“Bradley!”

“What- Y/N? Are you. . . Javy?” Rooster called out to the other man, unsure of how to help the panicking girl. She placed her hands over her chest, clawing at it in an attempt to try and breathe.

“You think it’s fun to beat up women?” Jake asked the bloodied man, lifting his head up. Y/N looked at the man, his eyes begging her to help him. She mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ as she fought back tears. Jake smashed his face down again, making the man go unconscious. Her tears were uncontrollable as Jake pulled Nate’s head back to smash his face down again, but Y/N found her voice.

“Francisco! Fermare!” She yelled, loud enough for Jake to hear over his own emotions. He froze as Rooster stepped in, pulling him off of Nate, as Javy and another guard went to pull Nate’s unconscious body from the ground. Jake pushed himself out of the ring, jumping down to try and get to Y/N.

“Y/N. . . “

“No!” She screamed in total fear. Bob touched her shoulder gently, grabbing her attention. She turned, latching onto Bob, wrapping her arms tightly around him. He grunted at the force of her body, sending a sad look towards his boss.

“I’m sorry.” Jake whispered, as Bob walked away with a terrified Y/N in his arms. Jake watched them leave and then looked down at his bloodied hands.

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“Fuck!” Jake cursed as he finished off the last drop of alcohol from the Jack Daniel’s bottle. He lost all sense of time from the moment Y/N had called him that bastard’s name. It was like being in a time warp, nothing made sense, except for the fact that he hated himself. He hated what he had done, he hated that he had scared her to the point that she lost sight of who he really was.

Jake stumbled his way through the dark house, trying to feel his way up the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone else up in the house. He knew it was late, but how late was beyond his knowledge. He had barely made up the stairs on his own two feet, and decided that crawling was probably the safest option. He let his own drunken mind direct him towards the bedroom. Leaning up against the dark wooden door, before banging his head against it.

“Are you fucking knocking on her door?” Bob asked, stepping out from his bedroom upon hearing his boss’s drunken arrival.

“Yes,” Jake answered, “but she won’t open!” He yelled, trying to gain her attention.

“It’s also 2 AM, you drunk fuck,” Bob said, “She’s probably drugged up and in bed. Rooster gave her something to sleep so she would calm the fuck down. She just would not stop crying and shaking. He thought she was gonna go for a swing in her closet or something. I was more worried about her passing out.”

Jake sighed, “Did I really scare her that badly?”

“I don’t know,” Bob shrugged, “I think it was a combination of things. Just leave her alone for the night.”

“Okay,” Jake said. Bob looked at Jake, as he fell over onto the ground, drunken slurs still falling out of his mouth. Bob shook his head, knowing damn well Jake wasn’t just going to leave her alone for the night. He stepped out of his room, quickly running across the hall to knock on her door properly, before dashing back into his room.

“What do you fucking. . . why are you on the floor?” Y/N said, opening her door and noticing Jake, laying on his side in front of her door.

“Y/N!” Jake yelled, rolling on to his back, looking up at her, “I came to. . . apologize, yeah, that’s the word.”

“You’re drunk,”

“Well done, Columbo. Now let me in.”

“Get off the floor first,” She crossed her arms over her chest and watched the gears start turning in her drunk fiance’s head.

Y/N watched as Jake tried a couple times to hoist himself off of the floor, to no avail, before turning onto his stomach and pushing himself onto his knees, reaching for anything he could use to pull himself the rest of the way off of the floor. Once he was finally off the floor, he held his arms out, with a wide smirk to show off how proud he was.

“See! I did it!” Jake slurred, as he swayed in spot.

“What do you want?” Y/N sighed.

“To apologize,” Jake spoke softly, and tried to reach for her, but she scoffed, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You had no fucking right to say it was because of me. You broke a poor man’s face-”

“Oh doll, he wasn’t poor,” Jake shook his head, “No, no, no, your little buddy Nate, put his old lady in the hospital. Pushed her down a flight of stairs. Sounds a little familiar?”

The sound of her hand slapping across his face was loud, echoing through the quiet house. The force made him stumble back, and groan. Usually he could handle a hit, but the alcohol in his body almost made him land on the floor.

“Don’t ever speak about what he did.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry, Natasha.”

“Natasha?” Y/N said, “Did you just call me one of your whores?”

“She’s not a fucking whore!” Jake yelled, eyes becoming large with rage, as he stood up straight and pointed at her. Y/N cowered away, taking a step back, holding her hands up.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Just don’t compare me to one of your. . . girls.”

“And don’t compare me to a low life piece of shit who beats women.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, massaging her forehead, feeling a headache coming on, “I don’t want to hear this, Jake. You’re drunk. Go to bed.”

“No, but listen,” Jake said, staggering into the room. He grabbed her hand and held it, “I love you and I am so sorry for what I did. I should’ve never scared you like that. I didn’t mean it, if I could take it back I would. Nat- Y/N, I love you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“No, because I love you, and I don’t care who the hell hears.” Jake exclaimed. His eyes grew wide like a kid seeing candy as he stumbled over to the doors of the balcony. He pulled them open and stepped outside, “I love-”

“Jesus Christ,” Y/N mumbled, pulling him back inside, “What the hell is your deal?”

“My deal? My deal is that I love you.”

“First, you beat a man half to death and say it’s my fault. Then you come in here professing your undying love for me, and then you call me by your ex whore? And then you expect me to just. . . forgive you?”

“Natasha, Y/N, I mean, it’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like Jacob? Fucking enlighten me.”

“I don’t. . .” Jake started speaking, but stopped, his face turning pale. Y/N moved quickly, grabbing his body and pushing him towards the bathroom. She barely got him over the toilet bowl as he emptied the contents of his stomach. She closed her eyes in disgust, rubbing his back as he gagged. Jake leaned back and looked over at her, his eyes glossy with tears, “I’m really not like him.”

“Right now, Jake. . . you’re exactly like him.”

“I’m sorry,” Jake mumbled, as he leaned back over the toilet, throwing up more, “I’m sorry, Natasha. I-I don’t wanna be like this.” He cried, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry too,” Y/N said softly, rubbing his back and stepping away from him.

She stepped outside the bathroom, listening as he continued to cry and mutter the name ‘Natasha’ and apologizing like a broken record. Her body was telling her to go in there and help him in his drunken state, but her brain was telling her to leave him. Y/N looked at him one last time, before shutting the door and going to his room for the night.

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