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Freddie's Angel

Freddie Mays x Fem!Reader

Summary: London gangster, Freddie Mays is a man with many taste in life. He likes his italian suits and shoes. He likes his imported wine and his pinky ring.

Warning: SFW, love at first sight, cursing, kissing. mention of murder

A/N: Saw Gangster NO. 1 last night, i just kept thinking of Professor Lupin as a mobster. Let me know, if you are interested in more stories about Freddie, he's such a cutie. Enjoy! -L

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It is well known that Freddie Mays likes expensive things and why wouldn't he? Freddy is the most dangerous and richest mobster in London. He has many men working for him and owns about a dozen nightclubs.

Freddie is always seen in his tailored Italian suit, he wears it along with his black leather dress shoes. His tie has always been accompanied with a pin, his usual pin had a pearl in the center of it and some days when he's feeling high spirit, he has a silver chain as the pin that cost more than two penthouse. Another thing Freddie always wore was his signature golden pinky ring. He mentioned the story behind the ring when he first met you, you had found it.

He was at a club with his boys after a good run, he was now dealing with moving drugs. A celebration was needed after their successful run, that's what he told his boys. He was sitting at the head of the table watching them talk with the working girls while others were at the bar and others were dancing on the floor. He sat behind, finishing his plate of roasted duck and his wine. He tsks at himself when he noticed the sauce of the duck was all over the bottom half of his left hand. He must have touched the plate when reached for the bottle of wine.

He wipes his left hand with the napkin, he doesn't even notice his pinky ring had gotten loose from the sauce and had fallen on the carpet floor of the club. He picks his wine glass up to take a drink. He licks the excess wine off his lips after he takes a gulp. God, how he loved his red wine.

“Excuse me, sir!” Freddie looked to his left and noticed a woman beginning to kneel by his side. He frowns until he notices you picked up his fallen pinky ring from the ground.

He doesn't say a word as you hold it in front of him. He keeps his eyes on you, he stares at your face and he thinks at first. He must have died, a shot in the chest in the club and now there's an angel who's going to escort him down to hell because he knows that's where he belongs.

“DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO LEAVE!” The man shouting behind you brings him back to reality. He tears his eyes away from you and looks behind you at a man; his eyes become dark as he glares.

“I was!”You exclaimed with a huff and you pushed yourself up to stand. Freddie saw you're dressed in a pretty blue sundress. You stuck out like a sore thumb in the club with your dress. You had a bag over your shoulder. He saw the club's golden sequin dress peeking over the zipper of your bag.

“Goodnight, Sir.” You said placing the ring in front of him on the table.

“WHY ARE YOU BOTHERING THE CUSTOMER!!” Freddie stood up when he noticed your face, you rolled your eyes, they were glossy with unshed tears. You're about to walk away when Freddie grabs a hold of your arm, stopping you.

“May I ask why you are speaking to the beautiful lady like that?” Freddie continues to hold you so you don't walk away.

“Don’t, he's not worth it!” You tell him looking over at your boss who seemed to shit his pants the moment he saw Freddie stand up.

“It's not your business.” You told Freddie, looking up at him. The man holding you gives you a smile and leans down closer to your ear.

“It is my business, Angel. You see, I own this club.” His voice is smooth and light. You look at his blue eyes, wondering how the fuck they looked so blue in the dark lighting of the club.

His drops his hand from your arm when you realized who he was, he’s Freddie fucking Mays. He is the boss of your pig boss, you had just quitted a few minutes ago calling your boss every name in the book when he told you that there was a customer outside wanting to sleep with you. Your boss had the nerve to tell you that you had to sleep with the paying customer and if you didn’t you would be fired.

Fear filled your body when you saw Freddie talking with your boss. You quickly walked away, making your way to the exit. Not wanting to wait for them to finish because if your boss works for Freddie then Freddie also had to be a pig right?

You're walking down the steps of the club, cursing at yourself for not bringing your jacket when the cold air of the night hits you.

“Angel!” You turn around to look at Freddie following you down the steps. You're about to make a run for it but his long legs catch up to you. He turns you around and puts his hands up showing you that he means no harm.

“I’m not going back there!” You shouted at him, making him nod as he still held his hands up to his chest.

“I DON’T fuck for money, mister. If I fuck its because I like the person, that's what I told him.”

“Don’t worry about him, Angel.” You looked at him with furrowed brows and you saw his hands when he dropped them. His knuckles on his right hand were bloody, did he just punch your boss in the face, you wondered.

“Did you-.” He nods, cutting you off.

“Why?” You asked softly looking at his knuckles again. The skin around his knuckles were red and broken. It looked like it hurt, but Freddie did not complain at all. He kept looking at you.

“Had to protect my Angel since she was kind enough to give me back my ring.” He tells you as he raises his left hand, wiggling his pinky at you. The golden ring shines under the street lamps.

“Thank you.” You tell him and you fix the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“Why?” Freddie askes you and you frown. “What do you mean?”

He gets closer to you and you take a step back. You get a good look at his face, you knew about him but you had no idea he looked this handsome. His skin was unblemished, his lips were pink and looked so soft. His eyes were the prettiest blue, you thought they looked beautiful in the club but seeing them under the streetlamp, they looked like the waters of The Maldives.

He gives you a smile and you feel your mouth go dry but how attractive he looks.

“You quit your job because of that arse and you find a pretty ring on the floor. Why not just take it? Pawn it? Sell it? Why give it back to me?” He asks, shrugging his shoulders as he stuffs his good hand inside the pockets of his dress pants.

“Is there ever a reason to do a good deed?” You answer him with a question. You did it because you did it. You would want your ring back if you have lost it. You let out a sigh, it's been a long night for you and you should head home to rest, you had to look for a job in the morning.

“Have a good night, Mister Mays.” You said and turned around to walk down the street. You can hear his footsteps and he shouts Angel. Looking over your shoulder, you see him walk to you.

“Freddie, call me Freddie.” You smile up at him. You repeated his name with a nod. About to walk away, he stops you once more.

‘What's your name, Angel?” He asks. You tell him and he repeats it just like you did.

‘The night is still young. May I take you out for a drink? If you're hungry, dinner then?” You stared up at him like he grew two heads all of a sudden. You were shocked that Freddie Mays wanted to take you out. He must love that ring so much, you thought since he was doing all of this.

You would have to be dumb if you said no to him, so you accepted and you were glad you said yes because the moment you did he gave you the brightest smile you have ever seen. His car wasn’t parked far, he was a gentleman. He had offered to take your bag and you walked with him to the car. He opened the car door for you and both of you were off.

Settling for drinks, he took you to a nice and quiet place. It must have been one of his clubs because the moment both of you walked inside, the owner welcomed him with a handshake and even greeted you with a kiss on the back of your hand. There was no wait for a table. The waitresses had already set a table with a view of the city for Freddie and you.

“You own this place?” You asked him as the waiter gently placed a menu in front of you.

“I don’t. The owner is a family friend.” Freddie answers you then orders something in a different language to the waiter.

You were so distracted by the view, you didn't notice Freddie staring at you as he lit his cigar.

“Did it hurt?” Freddie asked you, making you turn to face him. “What hurt?” He blows a puff of smoke out of his mouth.

"When you fell from heaven?” Freddie joins in when you start to laugh at his pickup line.

“I don’t know. You tell me, Freddie.” You told him biting your bottom lip making him blush. Freddie was glad the waiter just in time to serve the wine he ordered. You had Freddie Mays blushing like a school boy.

“Red wine? I'm surprised by this.” You said after the waiter left. He placed his cigar on the ashtray near him and lifted his glass up.

“It's good for the blood, you know.” You raise your cup towards him.

‘To Angel.” You blush at his toast.

“To your poor hand.” You said clinking your cup with his. You took a sip and stood up, Freddie frowns thinking you're about to leave but you leave him speechless when you grab the cloth napkin from the table and some ice from the ice bucket next to him.

He doesn't know why but he blushes when you pull the chair next to him. You grab his wrist and he has no desire to rip it away from you. He hears you tell him sorry when you started to clean the dry blood from his knuckles. He doesn't wince, he doesn't make a sound. He’s just looking at you, admiring you. When you're done, you look at him with a small smile and kiss his knuckles.

“All cleaned up.” You said, carefully dropping his hand on the table. You're about to move back to your spot across from him when he stops you. He grabs a hold of the chair and shakes his head.

“Stay.” It sounded like a demand and he noticed your face. “If you like too, I would rather have you sit next to me.”

You nod at him and he leans forward to grab your cup across the table. He brings it over to you and both of you clinks each other cups. The night is getting darker and both of you still are sitting down next to each other, cups are empty as well several plates that Freddie ordered for you to try. Conversation flowed easily between the both of you. He told you stories about himself when he was a wee lad.

“You truly are an angel, you know.” Freddie tells you as he places his hand on your lap. He liked that you weren’t shy to touch him. The moment he laid his hand on you, you were quick to touch him.

“My father gave me this ring.” He wiggles his pinky on your lap.

“My mother gave it to him when he first started this business. He gave it to me before he passed away.” Freddie’s voice grew softer.

“I lost it once, don’t know how. Found it when the owner of a pawn shop called. We’re friends and he knew where this ring had come from. Had the bloke locked in until I came to get it.” You looked up at him and gave him a gentle squeeze to continue on with his story.

“What happened to the person who tried to sell it?” You asked him when he grew quiet.

“I killed him.” Freddie said without remorse. Freddie was quiet for a moment worried about how you would react to his confession. He wasn’t worried that you would go to the cops because he owns the cops. He wasn’t sure why but your reaction meant something to him.

He shuts his eyes when he feels you lean against him and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for telling me.”

The owner and the waiters are waiting for Freddie, it is about 1:00am in the morning and the mobster is still talking to his date. The owner couldn't help but smile when he saw Freddie leaning down close to you. The owner told his workers to go home and he would close the restaurant when Freddie was done. He began to reminisce about the past when he used to work at the restaurant before owning it. He remembered a certain tall sandy brown hair gentlemen walking in every Friday with his wife.

You excused yourself to the ladies room while Freddie paid the check, you looked at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. He was something else, nothing you ever imagined.

“You looked just like your father when you came in with that girl.” The owner said after refusing Freddie’s money when he was going to pay the check.

“Did I?” Freddie asked, looking over at the older man.

“Aye. She looks at you like your mother did with your father." The old man chuckles when he saw his friend's son blushing.

You walked out of the restroom, making sure you looked fine when you saw Freddie shaking hands with the owner as he held the front doors open. Freddie looked over his shoulder and held out his hand for you.

Grabbing it, you thanked the owner and wished him goodnight. Freddie stole glances over at you as he drove you home. He was a bit sad when you told him that you should be heading home. It wasn't that he was expecting anything but he wanted to keep talking to you. He wanted you by his side still.

He turns to your block and stops in front of a building. Shutting the car off, he looks over at you.

“Can I see you again?” He asks and you nod. “In the morning?” You shake your head at him.

“I have to look for a job in the morning.” You tell him as you're about to grab your bag from the backseat.

It's his turn to shake his head. “You still have a job, if you like.” You frowned and looked at him.

“There's new management now. Like I said, you don't have to worry about him anymore.” You let out a disbelief chuckle at him, making him smile.

“You're marvelous, Freddie.” You whispered to him. You shut your eyes when you felt his nose touch your cheek. You leaned in to meet his waiting lips.

He tasted like the wine he drank and cigars. His aftershave with his cologne filled your nostrils. It makes you wet by the scent of it, it smells like spice and wood. He cups your face when you slip your tongue in his mouth. He pulls just enough to breathe into your mouth while you nibble on his bottom lip making him groan.

“So then morning? Coffee? Tea? Whatever you want, I just want to see you.” He tells you as he rubs your cheek with his thumb.

“Mister Mays doesn't have business to attend to tomorrow morning?” He shakes his head at you. Even if he did, he wouldn't go. The meeting doesn't start until his ass is sitting on the head seat.

“Good, come up for a night cap then.” His eyes widened at your words.

“And for breakfast, I make good scrambled eggs.” You said as you opened the car door. You giggle when Freddie quickly comes out from his side and holds the door for you.

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