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Mob!AU Bohemian Rhapsody fan fiction

(Joe, Gwilym, Rami and Ben x Reader)

Summary:You’re just a simple girl, who happens to be in the wrong place in the wrong time. Your life gets a complete turnaround when you are sucked into the mob world of guns, violence, death and no mercy. You have to learn their ways if you want to stay alive, but will that help when you meet the Don? The boss of all mob bosses?

Words: 7k+ Warnings: lots of strong language, mature themes, graphic violence, graphic death, weapons, contraband ; Smut and kinks; some slowburn moments.

Who’s who:

Ben - The Gun

Joe - Mad Joe

Gwilym - The Brains

Rami - Nitro

Manchini - rival gang leader

and you (the reader) of course!

A/n: Please, leave me any kind of feedback if you liked the story. I am grateful for criticism, recommendations, ideas, everything. So you if got something you want to say, or just stop by and say hi. I’m always here for you. <3

Now, to the fanfic, here is one bloody long fanfiction. Enjoy:

“I’m going to need somebody to cover the delivery tonight. Make sure everything runs smooth. Can’t trust ‘em Manchini’s.” Ben took a puff and tapped his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.

“I’ll take it, boss. In a need of some distraction anyway. One Manchini down could do me some good.” Joe stood up energetically from the table.

“Mad Joe.” Ben’s was voice warningly stern.

“Accidental explosions happen...” Joe lifted his arms in the air playfully.

“Just make sure, the shipment is in line.” Ben quirked his left eyebrow.

“Toodles” Joe waved his hand over the shoulder leaving the room.

The rest of the men stood there in silence until they finished their smokes.

“It’s just a lot on his head right now.” Gwilym spoke first.

“He’s doing pretty damn well, considering… well everything.” Rami shook his head.

“Yeah.” Ben nodded with his lips pressed together. “He better get through this sooner than later.”

“It’s been less than a month. Give him some more time. Go easy on him.” Gwilym tried to convince Ben.

“Can’t you see than I am?” Ben muttered through gritted teeth. “Just. Go after him. Make sure he won’t shoot somebody for whatever reason.” Ben exhaled deeply rubbing his eyebrows.

“Alright.” Gwilym agreed and left the room as quickly as possible.

“You look like you need a drink boss.” Rami taped Ben on the shoulder. He nodded in response.

“I’ll meet you down at the club. Need to take care of something first.” Ben lit another cigarette.

Rami left the room, leaving Ben alone on the round table. He sat there staring into the nothing until his smoke was halfway finished. Exhaling a heavy breath he took a few slow steps to the old cabinet.

“That should do it.” He stated, as if he was debating with himself.

Ben took a bottle of a 12 year old MacAllan. He looked at it. But then put it back.

Disposing of another smoke, he took his leather jacket and swiftly put it on. Making his way through the car park, he sat in his car and started the engine.

“We’re all getting revenge for her. Don’t you worry, Joe.” he muttered with his knuckles white on the steering wheel. As he was passing by THE place where less than a month ago they all lost a beloved one to the hand of a rival.

“Took ya long enough.” Rami gave Ben a cheeky smile, as he found himself on the bar with two girls hanging around his neck “The party’s started.”

“I see you’ve been” Ben quirked a brow and checked out the two hot chicks in Rami’s arms “Quite occupied.” he gave him a half smirk.

“This is Cindy and this is Mindy.” Rami pointed one and then the other girl. “So?”

“‘I’m going to get a drink.” Ben tapped his hands on the bar.

“Boss.” Rami slid off the girls and came closer to Ben, who gave him half look without turning his head his direction.

“You alright, boss?” rami put his hand on Ben’s shoulder. “Come on.” he prompted him.

Ben ticked his tongue and shook his head.

“Come on man. Loosen up a bit. When was the last time you got laid?” Rami’s tipsy figure was far less entertaining than he thought.

“Since when do keep Me in check?” Ben gritted his teeth annoyingly.

“Was just tryna lighten you up. You know. You keep saying Joe is doing bad, but it’s you man. It’s you.” rami waved his finger in the air and left to join the girls.

“Pff.” Ben huffed and took a sip of the whiskey in front of him.

“Guess the old fella gots a point here. Might need to tap something tonight. To get it out of my system.” Ben said to himself. He turned and looked around. The bar was full. Full of pretty women.

Maybe Ben was trying too hard to stay afloat, to keep his tough leader presence, but deep down he knew the accident affected him. It affected him in ways he didn’t want him to.

The urge to avenge his sister’s death was great. It was like a never ending fire burning him from the inside, and every past day was only fueling that fire.

There was nothing else on the back of his mind, in fact he realised it really has been all that time. So unlikely. Ben usually tapped the hottest chicks, and he barely ever repeats them, but one. A dancer in the club, named Gracie. All the other girls were always jealous, because she casually is called up to the boss’s penthouse above the club, which Ben owns as well. In fact, the club is just a masquerade, to cover for his mob work. Everybody knew that. And everybody always kept a close eye on how long she has been to the penthouse. “Don’t be jealous, ladies.” Ben would wink to the rest of the women, when he would return shortly after to the bar.

He finished his drink and snapped his fingers to the bartender, pointing where Gracie was dancing tonight. He nodded as Ben turned around at pressed his lips together, overlooking at her, as she hungrily made her way to him.

“Boss.” she giggled, tracing the collar of his shirt.

“What have I told you about such behaviour in public?!” he grabbed her wrist.

“But, don’t you want me anymore?” She pouted her lips like a slut.

“I do. You’re coming upstairs.” Ben dragged her with him to the elevator.

Less than an hour later Gracie went back to her usual spot, but Ben didn’t follow. Instead, he opted for the balcony. He observed the night sky and the glimmering skyline from the top. The large apartment suddenly seemed so empty and vast. Ben felt so lonely and in this particular moment, not even his usual fuck couldn’t help it. Instead of closing in even more, Ben decided to check on Gwil and Joe and their task.

“Hey boss.”

“Don’t you hey me, how the divelry going on? Any men down?”

“Pff, no. Everything’s under control now.”

“That doesn’t sound much in control. Is that a woman's screams I’m hearing?”

“What? Noo. Yes.”

“Cant fucking trust neither of you. Comin over.”

Ben shut the phone down. It was exactly what he needed. An actual distraction. Work.

He threw on a shirt and headed straight to the underground parking, skipping the bar on the way.

When he got to the docks, Ben was less than surprised to find Joe and Gwilym behind a huge crate.

“What kind of weird, twisted game are you two playin? Why the hell you have a woman, tied up and gagged?” Ben rubbed his temple.

“We can explain it all. Let’s just take her and leave this place, asap. I hear cops.” Joe was frantically in a rush.

“Why the cops are coming? What about the shipment? Did it go through?” Ben muttered.

“It did, everything happened almost according to plan. We gotta get the fuck out.” Gwilym explained. Joe tossed youl over his shoulder and the three men vanished in thin air, as the police sirens were approaching.

“Keep her in the warehouse, you two have some explaining to do.” Ben ordered.

Once they arrived at the warehouse, Joe was quick to shove the girl inside and put her in one of the rooms.

“Looking so hot like this.” He bit his lip, as he examined Gwilym’s handiwork on tying you up with whatever kind of rope was available.

“Let me go!” you spat at his face “At once!” “Sorry dear, but whoever you are, you are now part of something serious. Only boss can decide your faith.” Joe put a strand of hair behind your ear, but you took the change to try biting him.

Joe turned around and locked the room behind him. “Feisty”he thought.

“Listening.” Ben crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“She saw it all.” Gwilym rubbed his forehead.

“Saw what exactly?” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Everything. We saw her when we were covering our tracks.” Joe looked like he admitted defeat.

“We obviously cannot let her go, just like that. She’s going straight to the cops.” Ben put his arms on the table.

“I’ll decide what to do with her tomorrow. Keep her on lockdown for now.” Ben lit a smoke and left.

“Great.” Gwilym waved his hands ironically in the air.

“Oh no man. I ain’t stayin all night watching over some girl. You do.” Joe warningly moved past Gwilym.

“Oh no no. That is on you. You’re staying!.” Gwilym nodded his head.

“You’re the smart one, you think of something. I’m done here for today.” Joe stated.

‘Okay, go. I’ll keep an eye.” Gwilym shooed him out of the room.

For the rest of the night you stayed in that room, tied up and scared. You couldn’t show that of course, because, well you knew exactly what these men were. Gangsters, you realised. You’ve only heard of those in movies. But, you knowledge wasn’t enough for you to know how to get away alive.

First thing the next morning, Gwilym, Rami and Joe were at the round table. They were all looking at each other. The tension could be felt even outside the room.

“Why Is there a woman in my lockdown? Let’s start with that!” Ben barged in and hit the table with his wrist.

“How about you calm down first, okay?” Rami felt irritated by Ben’s tone.

“Don’t you tell me. You were getting laid while all this happened.” Ben pointed at Rami, who uncomfortably shrug in his seat.

“Aight aight.” He crosses his arms and pressed his lips together.

“What is done is done, she’s always seen enough to sell us to the cops.” Joe stood up.

“You know the options, boss.” Gwilym looked up to Ben and slowly shook his head from side to side.

“There’s two way she is leaving this warehouse.” Joe’s voice went low.

“With a fun, or in a coffin.” Ben sighed. “I’ll go talk to her and then I’m putting her down.” He made a quick exist.

“He’s not himself.” Rami put his hands down on the table.

“We all need time, Nitro.” Joe huffed and left too.

“I’m going for a drink.” Gwil quickly left too.

Ben walked into the room where you were locked. You had finally falling asleep from all the exhaustion, so you didn’t hear anybody coming in. Ben walked over the bed and sat on the chair. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and took a minute to gather his thoughts. He looked you up and down from head to toe. “Looks so innocent.” he muttered quietly He cocked his head to the side and quirked an eyebrow. He flicked his tongue over his lips and exhaled. The corner of his lip almost curled into a half smile at the look of your casual short floral dress. It was yellow. It reminded Ben of his sister. She used to wear those all the time.

“Hey. Hey. Wake up.” he reached for your shoulder, making you jump all of a sudden. “Calm down. Gonna need you yo talk.” Ben stood off the chair.

You gulped and rose as much as you could. Your hands were still tied. Ben look from your face to your wrists and back and untied them.

“Aaagh.” you rubbed your wrists together.

“Who are you and what you were doing at the docks last night?” Ben brought his chair closer to you.

“I.I dont know anything. I swear!” You looked at the man’s feet. He was dressed more elegant than the others you already met.

“What did you see?” his voice remained calm.

“N-nothing. I swear to god.” You felt your eyes water at the thought of what they are going to do to you.

“Why don’t you start by, why you were there?” Ben was starting to get irritated.

“Was just, having a walk.”

“Now, tell me, really, why you were there.” Ben crossed his arms in front of his chest, again.

“My boyfriend left me.” you rolled your eyes and looked down.

“Hey.” Ben lifted your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. This was the first time, you looked at his face. It looked almost angelic, but tough at the same time. His green eyes, were like the devil. Beautiful, but dangerous. His lips were small but plump and they were bright raspberry color, so inviting, yet so rough.

“Were you abused?” Ben broke the silence.

You shook your head “It wasn’t like that. I ran away…” your eyes fell to the floor once again.

“I see.” Ben stood up and made a few steps around the small room. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

“The thing is. I cannot let you go. Under no circumstance, you are leaving here, free.”

“I won’t tell anybody, I won’t tell no cops, nobody. Please, just let me leave.” you pleaded.

“You either join my gang, or stay locked in forever.” Ben pointed his index finger in the air.

“You have until tomorrow to decide.” He stated and locked the door behind him.

“We got nothing to loose.” Rami looked optimistic.

“Nitro’s right. With the Manchini situation, this could be a sign. A good sign.” Gwilym was enthusiastic.

“Aye from me.” Joe raised his hand.

“So it’s decided. She might prove useful after all.” Ben agreed.

“And I know just exactly how.” Gwilym waved his finger in the air.

“Listenin’ Brains.” Joe shifted in his seat, adjusting the table.

“I got intel, that Paolo Manchini is going to be at the Rossario this Thursday night, aaand he likes the company of attractive women.” Gwilym’s face formed a wide grin.

“And, I prefer not to risk any of my women with the task, they’re far too valuable to loose in such a pathetic way.” Ben nodded.

“We get her all dressed up, wire her up, and she can do the rest. Easy peasy!” Rami exclaimed.

“Whoa, not so fast, Nitro. Mad Joe, whatcha thinkin?” Ben looked at Joe.

“All in for the idea. We got nothing to loose. She gets shot, not problemo; she does what she’s told and doesn’t get shot, all perfetto.” Joe stated.

“Good. Brains, get the tech ready. Mad Joe, I want to see numbers, and Nitro, make sure she’s not in there, when we blow the place up. I will take care of the rest.” Ben stood from the table.

“Been waiting for this, for god knows how many months now.” Joe cracked his knuckles, while papers were coming out of the printer. “Hello offshore bank accounts.”

“Somebody might even think you have gone mad.” Rain laughed as he passed by Joe.

“Damn right. Look at this baby.” joe handed him one of the papers.

“Sexy.” Rami ticked his tongue.

“Pretty marvellous, isn’t she?” Joe smirked.

“And what are we going to do with this and the rest of your smuggled accounts?” Rami ran his finger over the pile of folders.

“Precaution, of course. It’s all legal.” Joe lifted his arm.

“Why so much this time?” Rami suspiciously lifted one eyebrow.

“Boss wants to make sure.” Joe nodded, obviously he wasn’t allowed to say.

“Alright. Toodles for now.” Rami turned on his heel.

“Bye.” Joe buried himself in his desk again.

“And Joe, don’t got batshit crazy.” Rami knocked on the doorframe before leaving.

“Can’t promise that, mate.” Joe shouted from behind the fortress of paperwork.

“Hey.” Ben entered your room “You ready to talk? Made your choice.”

“Yes.” You seemed to have gained some confidence in the last couple of days being held hostage there, only, nobody was looking for you. Which, kind of made you a permanent hostage.

“Listen, girl. I don’t have all day. Talk.” Ben commanded, almost hurrying to leave.

“You need me, so I heard.” You perked your nose up.

“Huh.” Ben huffed and licked his lips.

“I will help you, but with a few conditions.” You stated.

“Not like you got a choice.” Ben grabbed your wrist, vanishing all confidence from your body.

“You belong to this gang now. You are our hostage. You belong to my men. You...” Ben came extremely close to your face “Belong to me now.”

His bright green eyes were full of darkness and power, lust you might even say. You didn’t know if you were scared or almost aroused by his stern actions.

“Ouch. Let go of me.” You wriggled, trying to free your wrist from his grip. You had to break the, is he going hurt you or kiss you, kind of moment, because the tension was electrical. The seconds between him letting go of you felt like a million years.

“You know why they call me The Gun?” Ben gritted his teeth.

You gulped, but couldn’t dare to speak.

“Because I resolve issues with it. And you seem like quite the trouble right now.” Ben licked his bottom lip and cocked his head to the side.

You batted your eyelashes and pressed your lips together, because you weren’t in the position to object. If you wanted to stay alive of course.

“You’ll be given instructions tonight on what to do during your mission.” Ben turned around and shut

the door behind his back.

“Damn it.” You muttered under your nose.

“She’s trouble, boss.” Gwilym scathed his beard.

“No shit Sherlock!” Ben faked a surprised face.

”No need for that Ben.” Joe walked in.

“What do we need then?” Ben huffed.

“Give her good training, that will break her and I think she may be useful more than once.” Rami suggested.

“Agree with Nitro.” Gwilym chimed in.

“I’ll see what she’s capable of, as soon as tonight.” Ben concluded.

“Uh-uh” Rami squinted his eyes and have Ben a smirk. “Somebody wants a bite of the new snack.” His smirk grew even bigger.

“Fuck up, Nitro.” Ben lifted a brow.

Rami lifted a brow to him as well, as they spoke without words. Real bros in life and crime. They understand each other telepathically. Pfhahaha*Author’s comment*

Later that night, Ben felt restless. He had finished all work for the day, everything was going according to plan. Everybody knew exactly what they were doing, except for. Well, you, who were still in the unknown of your future. Ben walked over to his bedroom balcony, with a glass of scotch in his hand and a smoke in the other.

He looked at the magnificent view from his tower. Then looked closely, he could see everybody in the club downstairs. All those people, who only care about 3 things in life: sex, alcohol and drugs. Oh and money to spend on those three of course, so that makes 4. “How pathetic” he huffed, taking a sip. He then thought of what he has said to the rest of the lads. About testing your capabilities. Since he felt restless, he changed into sweats and shirt and took off to the warehouse, where you were held.

“Hey, hey. You awake?” You heard a soft voice in the dark, coming from the door.

“Who’s there?” You tried to see, but the light from the corridor was blinding the man.

“Guess, I never introduced myself properly. I’m Ben.” He walked over your bed, as you rubbed your adjusting to the light eyes.

“Hi Ben.” you yawned.

“How should I call you?” his voice sounded oddly friendly.

“Don’t matter, you were gonna kill me anyway.” you looked straight into his eyes.

“If you want to stay live, you’d need a nickname anyway. Will figure it out on the move..” Ben blinked at you, which left you quite puzzled.

“Let’s get up. We got so much work to do.” he patted your knee.

“So this is how you hold the gun.” Ben was carefully focused on keeping your hands steady.

“When do I shoot?” You pouted your lips.

“Whoa, take it easy. You got quite the fantasy.” Ben chuckled and it made you blush. Given the distance and position he was in, you could inhale nothing but his scent. So manly and bad, but with hidden caring underneath, which you couldn’t quite figure, yet.

“Focus.” He whispered in your ear.

“I. I am. “ you fixed your position, straightening up your body.

“Your finger goes into the hole. And keep it steady, okay?” He softly spoke. You could swear he was nuzzling his nose in your hair.

“And I pull.” you confidently finished his sentence.

“That’s right.” he held his breath. “Do it. Pull the trigger.”

You moved your focus on the target, aiming for the center and pulled the trigger with force. The power kicked you a step back, but Ben never left your side, so he already was there, expecting you. Waiting to catch you before you fall.

“You can open your eyes now.” He chuckled.

“Phew.” You breathed out “how bad was it?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He took the gun from your shaky hands.

“So I did extremely bad.” Your head fell down.

“Said not to worry. Let’s try again. Here.” He handed you the gun.

You carefully took it. Ben extended his arm over yours and held your hands with his. It felt so unreal , you forgot you were in the devil’s lair.

“Now shoot.” You felt Ben’s lips over your ear, his hot breath gliding over your neck, you felt that electricity once again and gained the confidence to pull the trigger. This time it sounded louder and you jumped back, curling straight into Ben’s arms.

“Whose arms are you going to run into when you have to shoot tomorrow?” Ben chuckled, brushing your arm.

“Huh?” You looked up.

“I won’t be behind you the next time.” He put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I. I have to manage. Somehow.” You licked your lips, staring at his.

Before you knew it, his lips were pressed against yours.

“Sorry.” He stepped back.

“No, I’m sorry, it just- ”

“No, completely, I shouldn’t have.” He shook his head.

“This is so wrong.” your palm aligned with his.

“Very, very wrong.” He muttered before pulling you in for a kiss again.

His hands grabbed your wait and pulled you in his brace, as you stepped up on your toes to reach for him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, as if they were always meant to be, and you kissed him back. His lips felt plump and tasty like cherries, you just wanna bite. He hungrily swiped his tongue between your lips and it was all you needed to let him in. Your tongue glided with his, savouring each other, passionately dancing. You knew this nervous feeling in your stomach was true all this time. It was lust and immediate passion. That’s why you always felt so intimidated by him, at unease. Every contact with him made you nervous, and now it felt like, it all made sense.

“You should be more than ready for the mission tomorrow.” he pulled away from you and grabbed your hand. Bringing you to the room you were locked in, he pushed you in. This time he didn’t lock the door or chain you up or anything. You were practically given a green light to plan an escape.

“Gather your strength for the rest of the night, you gon need it tomorrow.” Ben disappeared, just as fast as he appeared.

“I’ll be damned.” Ben muttered to himself as he poured himself a glass of bourbon from the top shelf in the meeting room.

“Can’t sleep boss?” Gwilym appeared on the doorstep “It’s the girl, isn’t it?” he cocked his head to the side.

“Do you absolutely always have to know everything?” Ben lit a smoke.

“So it is her. Look, I aint no life advisor or expert, but a good bang might you some good. Tap that, you have it.” Gwilym lit a cigarette as well, taking a seat next to Ben.

“No wonder, they call you The Brains.” Ben lift an eyebrow at Gwilym.

“You know the rules, she’s at your disposal to do as you please, but don’t get distracted. Women turn men’s heads into marshmallow. Look at Joe.” Gwil ticked his tongue.

“Sometimes I feel more sorry for him, than I do for me, you know?” Ben took another big gulp “Besides the fact he was screwing my sister, love did fuck him up. And look now, he’s gone completely mad.” he shook his head.

“But you need to get your shit together and avenge her. Love brought men no good.” Gwilym took a long puff and put the smoke away. “Mark my words, boss. Fuck all the women you want, but don’t fall in love. Been down this hoe before, not getting in there again.” Gwilym patted Ben on the shoulder and left.

“You know what are you doing?” Joe fixed a gun on your ribcage, underneath your shirt.

“Hey, easy!.” you pushed his arm away.

“Don’t get handsy” Ben passed by, tapping Joe on the shoulder.

“All set up, you can go to Gwil now.” Joe finished installing all the armor on your body.

You tried to walk normally, adjusting to all the pieces hanging underneath your clothes over the Brains.

“Just to make sure you remember the plan, and nothing goes wrong, we’ll go over it now.” Gwilym put on his eyeglasses and had you sat on a table at the corner of the room.

It was their warehouse, the place where they keep all the machinery, the place where the real business happens. On one corner you could see Joe and his desk full of papers, ashtrays and guns. To the other side was Rami’s corner. His side was the cleanest. He had carefully ordered cabinets with explosives, which looked like trophies. You turned your head to your left and saw Ben. The kiss that happened was bugging you to hell and back, but you had to concentrate on the plan now, if you wanted to stay alive after tonight.

“Fantasia. Fantasia! FANTASIA!” you heard Ben marching towards you.

“That will be your code name now.” Ben looked around to make sure the guys heard him right.

“Fantasia it is.” Gwil shook his head.

“Oh, okay I guess…” you didn’t quite know how to react to that.

The rest of the time you spend observing these men and their work. After all this time you spent there, they didn’t seem to look like they did when you first met them. They were not as scary as before, and you were becoming something more than a hostage. You were becoming part of their gang. “Am i mobster now?” ask yourself, and giggled at the thought of it.

“It’s time.” Ben took your hand in his.

“So soon?” You almost whined.

“You can do this.” Ben looked straight into your eyes and suddenly all hesitation and fear was gone.

“We’ll be right here. We can hear everything, and if things start endangering, you know the signal.” Ben helf your palm in his “Just make sure, you get the information, you are there to collect, and that Manchini has a taste for women.” he gulped at the last word.

“Okay, yes. I’m a woman, I can be a woman, seductive, even… I mean, look at me.” you gestued your body. “All glammed and armed up. Nothing will go wrong.” You nodded your head. “Right?”

“Of course. No go and don’t get killed.” The men assured you.

You walked inside the fancy restaurant and looked around, but could not recognise the man from the pictues.

“He’s not here.” you whispered.

“He’ll come soon. Wait at the bar. Order a dry martini.”

You did exactly as you were told, making your way towards the bar. For split moment, you felt awesome in your high heels, smokey makeup, long silky dress and the gun underneath it. But soon the moment was gone, when you noticed the man entering. As if he knew you, he took a seat next to you.

“Your class is empty senorita. The next drink is on me.” He waved to the bartender.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure?” You slowly turned to him, uncrossing and then crossing your legs again.

“You can call me however you want, senorita.” he was grinning.

“Ew, that was low, even for him.” you heard Ben in your earpiece.

“What do you do?” You pretended you didn’t hear that.

“I’m a businessman.” He swirled his mustache with his fingers.

“What kind of business is that you do?” you tried your best look less disgusted.

“None of it concerns your pretty head.” he smirked.

You cleared your throat and smiled to the man, continuing the small talk. It didn’t take more than 20 minutes, before he was persuading you go with him. You started to panic, because it never was in the plan to go anywhere with him, and you certainly could not fire a gun at him in the middle of the restaurant with all his men surrounding.

“This is going nowhere. He is taking her to the back room, Gwil.” Ben stared into the security cameras in the van.

“Okay, okay, relax. She’s got guns n everything.” Rami tried to convince him.

“Damn right she does. I’m going in.” Ben was ready to crash the whole thing.

“Hey, hey, hold on. You will not go in!” Joe pushed him back in his seat “You go in now, we blow the whole thing. She gets shot and you too.”

“Fuckign hell.” Ben kracked the knuckles of his hands.

“She has to get any information, but he. Fuck! He knows.” Gwil shout.

“See? Are we going in now?” Ben lifted his arms in the air.

“He hasn’t slipped a word, and they’re walking towards the back entrance! Go.Go.Go.!” Joe pushed everybody out the doors.

Meanwhile, you were about to faint, because the moment was coming. Either you shoot Manchini, or you get shot. He opened the backdoor for you and gestured you to step outside.

“There goes my life.” you murmured under your nose and took a hesitant step outside. You quickly realised there was nobody visible, you it looked like the perfect timing to draw your gun out and point it at Manchini. You didn’t get any information, but according to Gwil’s plan, if things turned south, you had to shoot him. You tried to be as quick as possible, but the gun got stuck and he was already staring at you when you lifted your eyes.

He laughed and then laughed again. You primary instincts told you step back and to run, but you drew the gun out anyways. Pointing it at Manchini, your hands were shaking.

“LAY DOWN!” you heard a scream followed by gunshots. You dropped to the ground and crawled behind a tank nearby.

It all happened so fast. All these shouting men and gunfire around you. You just closed your eyes and hoped it would all end. But it didn’t. It all became muted and shaky, your vision blurred out.

“This. Is for my sister!” Ben hit Manchini on the face with his fist.

“And this is for Joe!” he hit him in the other side.

Manchini spit his blood in Ben’s face “Her pussy smelled nice.”

“I”LL FUCKIN KILL YOUU!!” Joe came over Manchini and pushed Ben to the side. He started hitting him and punching him with all his force. The lust for vengeance had taken over both men, so they kept beating the shit outta him, before Ben took his gun and shot straight at his head.

“She shall rest in peace now.” Joe whispered, as a few burning tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I love you, little sister.” Ben muttered and tapped Joe on his arm.

“Let’s go.” Joe and Ben turned around and made their way to the van.

“Finally!” Gwil sarcastically remarked.

“Now that we’re all avenged and done with Manchini, we have this little problem.” Rami pointed at your unconscious body.

“Is she alive?” Ben lifted a brow, while brushing blood off his face.

“She’s just passed out. Will wake up soon.” Gwil concluded.

“Forgot, you were the doctor.” Rami made a sarcastic remark.

“A plastic surgeon, yes Nitro.” Gwilym calmly answered back.

“Poor thing.” Bet sat on the seat next to you and started examining your state.

Your dress was all dirty and ripped, your face had a few scratches and your hair was messed.

“Still pretty.” Ben muttered.

“You said something, boss?” Rami lifted a brow at Ben.

“Keep driving.” Ben answered.

“We all gotta get cleaned up, and prepare. Manchini’s men won’t hesitate to attack back at us for killing their leader.” Joe stated.

“At least she did help.” Ben looked quite bemused.

“Okay, boss?” Joe patted him on the shoulder.

“I’m fine. I’m more than fine, Joe. we did it. We avenged her.” Ben almost sobbed.

“Boss, you and Joe, deserve to take rest of the night off. We can take care of it.” Rami chimed in.

“Intend to.” Ben rubbed his eyes.

“Been forever, since a shower felt as nice.” Ben rested his head against the tiles on the wall. Closing his eyes he let it all pass though his body. Memories started bursting in, from the moment his sister fell dead in his arms, to her funeral. To Joe, his second hand and best friend. Ben felt sad about Joe, he wasn’t always like this. He was always the calm one, the mathematical one. Now he was something more of a monster than human. Ben then remembered when they brought you in. The corner of his mouth curved into half smile. He remembered how idiotically Joe and Gwilym brought you in. He then thought of you. You actually turned braver and tougher to get killed than he thought. “Impressed.” he muttered.

“Impressed by what?” Ben hear a voice, which startled him in place.

“Goddamnit, haven’t you heard of knockin?” Ben angrily turned around “How did you even get in here?”

“The boys let me in.” Gracie started taking her mini dress off.

“Go home.” he shooed her out.

“I can help.” She stepped closer to the shower.

“No need. Not tonight.” Ben passed her and wrapped a towel around his waist. He barged out of the bathroom, passed along his penthouse and went straight into the warehouse. Gracie ran after him. Just on the corridor, she saw you looking at Ben passing by and then at her.

You had just woken up a few moments ago and were looking for Ben and his men. Somehow the whole scene hit you. It hit you hard. You didn’t even know why you felt so intimidated. Was it his wet naked muscular body, or was it the fact that a woman ran after him? You had so many questions. Nothing had happened between you two, you just shared a moment, a kiss. “This meant nothing” you muttered to yourself, while returning back to the room you woke up.

It all felt so strange, you couldn't quote figure were you angry, jealous, or it was just the adrenaline from earlier that night.

“Explanation. NOW!” Ben hit his fist on the table.

“Easy tiger.” Rami spoke first.

“I don’t need no babysitting. Understood? And I certainly don’t need any of you to tell me when I need sex!” He stormed off the room and returned to his flat upstairs.

On the terrace he saw you.

“Needed to get away from everything for a moment. I’ll leave right away. Wouldn’t bother you and your girlfriend.” your turned around and passed by Ben.

“Wait.” he stopped you, grabbing your arm “She’s not my girlfriend.” his words were stone cold.

“Whatever she is, is something to you. And I’m not, so I’ll leave you now.” You tried to pull your arm away from him, but instead he pulled you in.

With one swift move you you were wrapped around his arms, your noses barely touching. You both closed your eyes and felt each other’s heartbeat for a moment, before you lifted yourself on your toes and pressed your lips against his. They felt warm, hot even, like a thousand butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.

“I only want you.” Ben muttered against your lips and pulled away to look in your eyes. You looked back at him. All fear and darkness was gone. His green eyes were vibrant, almost watery. You nodded and kissed him again. This time he kissed you more passionately than before and wrapped his arm around your chest, lifting you easily. Your hands flew to his neck buried in his hair, you tucked on it, when you hear him silently moan against your lips.

Your breathing got heavier when he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for permission. You gladly opened your mouth and let his tongue devour you. Your tongue played in synchronised rhythm with his, like you always knew exactly how to kiss each other. His palm was cupping your chin and cheek, while the other held you tight by your lower back.

Both of you walked backwards until hitting the dining table. Ben flipped you over and pressed you against it. His forehead resting against yours, you both needed to catch a breath.

“I need to have you.” he spoke through his teeth, as if he was restraining himself.

“You’ve got me.” You placed your hand over his cheek and kissed him passionately once again. He didn’t waste much time to hop you on the table and spread your legs apart. Situating himself between your thighs, he kept kissing you. His hands were roaming your back, before sliding one between your bodies. He rubbed your stomach before sliding it up under your shirt to your breasts. His hand rubbed your nipple and grabbed your breast. Meanwhile, his lips moved to the soft skin underneath your chin. His tongue traced your collarbone and licked small kisses on your sternum.

“Ben…” you moaned quietly, letting your head fall back, as both of his hands were now playing with your breasts.

“Where you’ve been all this time…” he murmured pepping kisses all over your chest and in the valley between your breasts.

You let another moan, pushing yourself up in his brace, while one arm kept you stable, and the other tugging on his hair.

“Call me SirBen groaned pushing your skirt up and pressing two fingers against your clit.

“Sir…” You whined, pushing yourself firmer against his fingers just to get more friction where you needed it the most.

He hissed and licked his lips, lowering his head to your neck, he sucked on your sensitive skin, while his fingers were agonsiligly rubbing your core through your knickers.

“P-please, sir.” You whined.

“What do you want?” He dunked his teeth into your neck, but then quickly swiped his tongue over the area.

“Need you.” You breathed out.

“Need me what? You gotta talk to me, Fantasia.” Ben kept the same agonisingly slow movements over your soaking underwear.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.” You sank your nails into his scalp.

He growled and pulled away from you. With one swift move, the towel around his waist fell to the floor. You couldn’t help but stare at his hard cock and wonder how big it is, that you involuntary were biting your lip.

He stepped between your legs and spread then further again. Cupping your cheeks with his large hands, he kissed you, like the first time.

Your hands automatically slid down between your bodies and reached his rock hard cock. Wrapping gently your finger around the tip, your thumb smeared all the leaking pre cum around. He grunted at your touch and his head onto your shoulder. You slowly dragged your hand along his length, while your other hand kept his head on your shoulder, where his lips were sucking a hickey.

“This is so good.” he grunted against your neck “But you gotta stop of I’ll cum before I can feel you.” he grabbed your hand from his cock and brought it to the side.

“Let’s keep those nice and open.” he made sure your legs were wide apart.

Ben slipped his hand south of your belly and ran his finger between your wet lips.

“You’re glistenin” he softly chuckled, before closing the distance between your bodies with a kiss. His finger rubbed gentle circles on your sensitive clit, until you were trembling for more.

He then put two fingers inside you, instantly curing them upwards, hitting the perfect spot right away.

“Fuck.” you moaned “right there…”

“Hmm.” he grinned widely, before abruptly removing his fingers and situating his cock on your entrance “Ready for me?”

“Yes. Yes!” you eagerly nodded.

Ben pushed all the way in, with one swift move, as you both grunted at the friction, you both were anticipating.

“Fuck. You’re tight.” Ben groaned.

“I think, you’re just too big.” You almost laughed “Fuck me, Sir!” you whined.

“As you wish baby.” he licked his lips and held your legs. Getting a more comfortable, position, he was able to thrust in and out of you with ease.

You were both a grunting, growling mess after a few mintues, you couldn’t take it any more.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. Please Sir, let me come.” you begged.

“Because you asked so nicely and because you were such a good girl, you can come.” he spoke between each breath.

Ben leaned in closer and whispered in your ear “I want you come on my cock, and i want you to squeeze that tight pussy for me.”

It was all you needed to hear to let go. And you did come hard, with a screaming orgasm. Your body quivering, shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. Your cunt kept pulsating, even after the waves of hot and cold washed down.

“My turn.” Ben leaned in, extending his arm over your shoulder to keep himself above you, and cupped your chin with the other. He kissed you passionately while chasing his own orgasm until he released.

“Fuck.” he growled, as he kept thursting, passionately ramming in you, like the world was about to end.

“Fuck, fuck!” you cried out, as a second orgasm rushed in without warning. You squivered and shaked, while he was still kissing you.

After a few more moments he pulled away, as you both were trying to catch your breath.

“Oh my god.” you panted.

“You are amazing. Do you even know the pleasure you gave me?” Ben helped you get off the table.

“Not bad yourself.” you chuckled.

“Come here.” he pulled you in his lap. He brushed your hair behind your ear, as you sat across his thighs. Your arms wrapped around his neck, as you let your chin rest on his shoulder.

“Can we go to bed now?” you chuckled “I’m pretty drained.”

“Oh you definitely are staying with me tonight, and the coming nights as well.”

Ben held you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. Placing like fine glass on the black satin sheets, he observed you.

“Whaat?” you felt shy.

“You are fantastic. My Fantasia.” Ben crawled over and cuddled you in his brace. “You did amazing today. And I don’t just mean the sex. I mean all of it.” he kissed your neck.

“I did?” you softly spoke.

“You were so brave during the mission. And it was your first job as a rightful member of my gang. ”

“Wait. I am in? As in…?” you turned around to look at his face, because you were pretty sure was joking.

“You earned your vote on the table.” he poked gently your nose. “And it wasn’t your sex skills that brought you the promotion.” he sarcastically stated.

“Hey.” you pouted your lips.

“Though it certainly helped.” he kissed your lips.

“Let’s sleep now. We got important things to take care of in the morning.” he snuggled you closer, which was all you needed to drift off to a well deserved sleep.

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