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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

✧˚ · . 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘍𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵.

main pairing — mob boss!alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader other featured characters — james mace, chris beck, steve kemp, charles blackwood, ransom drysdale, chase collins, lee bodecker, robert pronge, ari levinson, hal carter, lloyd hansen w/c — 14.8k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU.

warnings — non-con (blowjobs, handjobs, unprotected sex), dub-con (unprotected sex, female orgasm), a/b/o dynamics, Nick Fowler being a cunt, misogyny/treating omegas as lesser, references to death, suicidal ideations, references to anxiety and depression, caging, manhandling/mild violence against reader, chase, mild injury to reader, pet names (pup, puppy, sweets, sunshine, little omega, ducky), degradation, use of stress positions, minor medical references (needles administered), gangbang, bukkake, neglect of reader (touch starving), mention of wanting to throw up (no actual vomit), mental torture and stress to the point of breakdown a/n — big big thank you to @sweeterthanthis and @dreamlessinparis for beta-ing this beast and dealing with my inability to stay in one tense lol. all mistakes and bullshit are mine. also big thank you to @navybrat817 for helping with the brainstorming. without you, this fic wouldn't have come to life

Depressed again Morning comes too fast and I'm tired of the routine Depressed again Let me sit alone in the tone that you crave Angry again No, I don't wanna have a conversation with you Angry again Let me sit alone with the kerosene I don't even care about you ↳ I don't even care about you by Missio

"Hey, doll.”

Your eyes fluttered open, the sunshine warm on your face as you gazed up at the man above you, a soft smile on his features as his hair hung down and eclipsed his face.

Was this heaven?

"James?" You questioned, disbelief flowing through you at the sight of him. He looked far different to the last time you saw him. No injuries marred him. He looked just as you had always known him.

"Who else would it be, silly? You fell asleep while I was getting the rest of the stuff from the car," James chuckled as you sat up, your fingers running across the picnic mat below you. The feeling of the fabric was familiar, and it caused a smile to dance across your lips. You'd always loved the picnics you'd had with your alpha. It was playful and fun, the two of you snacking before cuddling beneath the sun's warmth.

And in the best moments, you'd get frisky under a padded blanket. It was in those moments you'd found true happiness. You'd found love. But the problem in finding love was that it was so easy to lose in a matter of moments. The truest sorrow of death was that love was proven more than anything.

James sat the picnic basket beside you before quickly tugging you into his lap.

You blinked, taking in the view of the park surrounding you. Only the two of you and the flowers blooming across the landscape, nothing more than a subtle breeze in the air.

Your eyes scanned over the flowers, looking at the different coloured petals. It was as if ink had infused them with their hues, providing life to something that would be otherwise dull.

Oh, it felt good.

Warmth surrounded you, Jame's bulky frame providing you comfort as he nuzzled into your neck to scent you, his hand resting against your stomach.

He let out a low hum, the sound reverberating across your skin like your favourite song.

You let out a sigh as you relaxed against him, eyes fluttering closed as you just let yourself be in the moment.

"You're not gonna fall asleep again, are you?" James chided, poking at your side with his right arm, eliciting giggles from you.

You opened your eyes to face him. His deep azures gazed at you as you ran your hands through his hair, bringing your palms forward to cup his cheeks.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

It's too good to be true. This happiness, it was too perfect. Life had never allowed you much reprieve.

"Does it matter?" James pulled your leg around, so you were sitting in his lap, your face close before you allowed yourself to let go.

Your lips brushed over each other's, testing the waters before your hands brought his face to yours.

The kiss started slow, two souls connecting between planes. But the crushing weight of reality quickly turned you more passionate.

It felt so real. You didn't want this to end.

Time seemed to flow indiscriminately as you kissed James, your tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks after a few minutes with your alpha.

He pulled away with a coo. "Hey, hey, doll. You're alright,”

"He’s going to take me away from you. I don’t…I don’t want to wake up Jamie. I want to stay here with you,” You sniffled, and James brought up the arm of his sweatshirt to dry your tears.

“That’s not the way life works, sweetheart. You have to go back,”

You couldn’t. Not after the auction, not after seeing the beast that was your mate.

You huffed, resting your hands on his waist with a shake of your head. “That’s not fair,”

“I know. I know, love. But life isn’t meant to be fair. It’s a struggle against the odds, but that doesn’t mean you can’t change the course of your life,” James reassured, but it felt like a lie.

“I don’t see a way out of this, James. I’m mated to Nick. He can control me without even trying.”

James tilted his head, continuing to wipe away your tears. “Can he, though?”

“What?” Your brows furrowed, fingers clinging to James like he was your lifeline.

“You’re the strongest gal I’ve ever met,” He tapped your temple with a sad smile. “You just have to fight him.”

“I... but how?”

“Think of us, what we had, what we were destined to have. Even without me in the picture, you’ve lost everything. And that is exactly why you can fight back. He can’t control someone who has nothing to live for,” James’ words felt like a tonne of bricks in your stomach, a heavy pit forming. Because despite him being right, you did have nothing to live for. You’d lost everything, and you’d hit rock bottom. The concept of standing up against a prime alpha was almost too scary to comprehend.

It would be easier to just cease the fight. End the pain.

“Why don’t I just kill myself then?” You asked with beady eyes, and James let out a sad hum, contemplating his next words.

“Because then Nick Fowler wins. He would have destroyed both of us. You’ve got so much courage, doll. And the most courageous thing you can do is live,” James said softly, his words delivered gently despite their weight. “Plus, you have to find Steve. We’re all he had,”

Your gaze dropped to your hands, fiddling with the hem of James’ sweatshirt as you frowned. “And what if I lose? What if he breaks me?”

“Then you live happily the best you can. If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore,” James gently took your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes would meet his.

His lips found yours again, the kiss melancholic as you knew this had to end. Nothing good ever lasted long for you.

Would this be the last time you’d see him?

Roses with thorned stalks rose from the ground, the petals a beautiful crimson, the flowers just like Nick’s tattoos. You could hear the ticking of a clock, the sound signalling that time was running out. With each tick, you held tighter onto James, the stems getting closer and closer with each passing second.

You pulled back with a hiccuped sob despite how much you just wanted to keep his lips on yours. When had you started crying again?

“James… I’m not ready to go back, please.”

James didn’t have anything to say this time. All he could offer was a woeful smile as the vines began to wind around your limbs, cutting into you and slicing around your flesh.

There wasn’t anything he could do to make this better.

After all, he wasn’t even real. The James you loved was dead.

Death was brutal and cruel, unforgiving in how it wrenches people from your existence. But he was safe, at least. James didn’t have to face any more horrors while you were consumed by the primitive evil that was Nick Fowler.

The thorns cut into your skin, tearing across your torso and limbs as they wrapped around you like a snake ready to kill.

You began to be pulled away from James, and despite your hold on him, the roses were stronger.

“I love you,” you wept as your body began to be dragged into the dirt below, the ground moving around you like quicksand.

“I love you too. We’ll see each other again one day, doll. It’ll be okay.”

You wanted to believe James, but as the earth began to swallow you up, you knew it was unlikely.

The chance of beating Nick Fowler is minuscule, but you’d still try. You’d try for James. For what you should have had, the life you lost.

Dirt began to fill your lungs as your head was pulled under, your blood mixing in with the brown soil, making a muddy mess.

The last thing you remember was hearing a wolf howl and the clock’s ticking stopped.

Consciousness came to you with fright, heart hammering in your chest and tears in your eyes. You whacked your head against the cage wall in your abrupt wake, pain radiating through your forehead from the impact. The thick, black steel bars clanged like they were laughing at your pain.

A whimpered ouch left you as you lay back down. Your dress from the auction still filled most of the cage, the tulle scratching against your skin uncomfortably. The emerald made you look luxurious, but you doubted being shoved in a cage was doing you many favours in looking the part Nick wanted you to play. Or maybe that’s precisely the image he wanted. A shattered omega.

The diamond choker Nick had gifted you laid next to you. It must have broken off during the night when you tossed and turned, as it was already damaged when you went to sleep.

You threw it out of the cage with a huff, watching it skid off the rug and across the hardwood.

A bird in a gilded cage was still denied its freedom, no matter how embellished its captor made it.

The choker was a show of ownership, and the last thing you wanted was to be reminded of your mate. The rejection of your alpha had your bond throbbing, the scarred flesh on your neck hurting with each ebb of anger that flowed through you. You hoped Nick could feel it and that it was irritating for him.

You would rather Nick treated you like his auctioned omegas so there was no veil. At the end of the day, you were just another object for him.

Light bled through the curtains like a fresh wound, gnarly and grotesque, much like the maim to your soul. It illuminated the room, the light making you aware of the stark greys of the bedroom. Perhaps it was supposed to be chic, the way the walls and furniture matched a muted colour palette. But all it did was reflect the desolateness of the situation; the world reduced to nothing more than shades.

The plushness of the pink and blue blankets below you provided little comfort, but you ignored the soreness in your muscles as you stared at the ceiling, the dark grey paint obscured by the bars of your cage.

Time passed, the sun beginning to rise higher in the sky. It had to be at least mid-morning, and your stomach rumbled. You hadn’t eaten since before the auction yesterday, although the thought of eating anything made you feel sick. Everything about your situation made you nauseous.

You hoped that James would burst through the door with Steve by his side and that they would take you out of this hell hole and back to your everyday life. But when the door opened, you were met with the sight of Beck and Mace. You barely spared them a glance before returning to eyeing the ceiling like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

“Stop sulking. You brought this upon yourself,” Mace sighed, moving to unlock your cage. When you didn’t move to get out or acknowledge their presence, Mace clutched your ankle and began to drag you out.

“Get off me,” you snarled, trying to cling to the bars as the dress tulle scratched your skin, but Beck was one step ahead. He pried your fingers off the bars while Mace pulled, and you had no chance as you were dragged from the enclosure. While the cage kept you inside, it also kept others out, and now you had to face your nightmares.

“Don’t you want a shower and a piss? Why are you making this such a fucking chore?” Mace growled as you began flailing. You could feel Nick through your bond, his emotions egging you to calm down. But you didn’t want to calm down. You wanted to go home. To your real home, not this prison.

Beck picked up the discarded choker, lips pursed as he looked at it, examining if it could be fixed while Mace wrangled you to your feet despite your protests. “Fuck off, get the fuck off me!”

Mace’s lips ghosted by the shell of your ear as he pulled your hands behind you, leading you towards the bathroom, his voice scarily low. “Twenty minutes. Clean yourself up and get it together. If you come out a nice fucking omega, I won’t tell Nick about this. Although I’m sure he can already feel it all.”

With little grace, Mace pushed you into the bathroom, your feet stumbling over the tile until you steadied yourself on the marble sink counter. The door closed behind you, the locks clicking. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of doing as they said, but you really needed to relieve yourself and freshen up. Especially if you were going to have any chance of fighting them.

As you suspected, each drawer in the bathroom was locked with a fingerprint pad, the light flashing red and beeping at you when you tried to open it. Nick really had thought of everything. On the shower shelf sat everything you needed anyway. Begrudgingly, you moved through the motions. You didn’t allow your thoughts to wander. There was too much pain threatening to bleed in past the edges of your mind.

As you struggled to take the dress off and get the shower running, all you thought about was James. The way he’d hold you and love you. To Nick, it might appear you’re calming down with how your emotions turn to yearning as the water washed over you. But the desire wasn’t for your mated alpha. It’s for the alpha you lost.

It wasn't until you got out of the shower that your determination became set. Nick Fowler would not win. Think of James, you told yourself. Just like he said in your dream. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream but a premonition. A communication with the dead.

As you began to work yourself up, your fists clenched by your sides, the adrenaline started to spike. They hadn’t left you any clothes, but that didn’t matter. You’d be faster without anything slowing you down anyway. You tore some of the fabric from the dress to pull your hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Times up,” Beck called, and you knew this was it. This was your chance. You got ready to bolt when he cracked the door open. And once he’d opened it enough for you to fit through, you pounced. The rush hit you all at once, and you quickly sprinted past Beck’s form and under the arm on the door.

“What the—” The alpha said, stunned as you dashed past him. Mace, distracted as he searched the closet for clothes, whipped his head around just in time to see you rush out the bedroom door.

“Omega! Stop!” Mace tried to command you. But he’s not your alpha; now that you’ve got a mate, his orders don’t work on you.

Without looking back, you ran into the hall, following the trail that Beck took you on when he walked you down the night before. There are rushed steps behind you, but it doesn’t deter you as your feet slapped against the floor in your sprint. You can feel Nick homing into your bond, his ire clear. And you know he’s close. He’s in the house. Stop. Enough. The bond tells you, but a flash of James’ face in your mind’s eye helps to eclipse the order.

You managed to reach the front door, throwing it open with a slam before running onto the gravelled front path. The rocks of the driveway tore into your feet, the cold air hitting your naked form like a tidal wave. There was a slight patter of rain beginning, the type you’d love to be curled in bed under the plush covers to listen to, but instead, you were running for your life.

“Omega. Stop right now,” Nick’s booming voice hit your ears, and your legs faltered for a second. No. No.

“’Til the end of the line, sweetheart,” James. This is the man who took James from you. He’s no alpha of yours.

You managed to get your legs moving, picking up into a sprint as your heart hammered like a panicked mouse in your chest.

“Stop running right now,” Nick yelled again, but you didn’t even register the command, James’ voice cooing to you in your head.

You could feel the trickle of blood as the bond opened into a fresh wound the more you rejected the commands of your alpha. You were denying your very physiology, and it wasn't without consequences. Everything hurt, and the throbbing in your neck felt like needles were being sharply stabbed where Nick’s teeth had dug in when he claimed you.

The way Nick felt didn't help. There was anger, disappointment, and hurt. Not that he’d admit to the last one. His omega was rejecting him. A prime alpha rejected by their omega was a pitiful sight and one that Nick would never want anyone else to see. For a man so powerful, in this moment, he was entirely weak to you.

That was until you heard the shot ring off and felt a sharp sting in your left ass cheek. You stumbled to the ground, palms and knees grazing over the gravelled surface as the rain hit your back. A yowl left you as you turned to look behind you, a tranquiliser dart sticking out of your skin, a little blue feathered frill on the end.

“You fucking tranqued me?” You screamed, looking back at Nick, who was slowly approaching with the rifle in his hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t use my loaded gun, omega. I don’t even care about you. I should kill you,” The frustration was apparent, an edge of confusion in his tone, unsure as to why his commands weren’t working. If anything, they should be stronger now that you’re bonded. But why did he care anyway? What made you so special?

“Yeah, but you won’t, because you do fucking care, asshole. Otherwise I would have died with my lover,” You spat, fire in your eyes as he edged closer. Your entire lower half was becoming unusable, but you still tried to drag yourself over the ground despite how it cut into you.

”I can see why that useless waste of space you called an alpha never mated you. Did you act like a fucking brat with him too?” The words shouldn’t hurt. You shouldn’t care what Nick says. But they were like knives piercing your skin regardless, worse than the gravel below.

“He deserved my respect. You deserve nothing. You are nothing.”

The outrage was clear as day on Nick’s face as he crouched before you, and your arms began to get tingly as the weakness spread. You knew he was going to snap back hard, and he did.

”Maybe your alpha would be alive if you behaved yourself and paid more attention to him.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, a pained cry leaving you as the tears began. Yeah, that hurt. It planted a seed of doubt in your mind. Was it your fault? No. You weren’t going to take the blame for a male alpha with an inflated ego. For too long, omegas took the blame simply because their voice wasn’t as loud. But not now. You wouldn’t take it.

”Aww, pup. You lost all your bite, hm? I’m disappointed. I thought you’d fight better than this.”

If the jabs about James didn’t hurt enough, the thought of disappointing your alpha added to the anguish. And it made you mad. Really, really mad.

“Why bite when I can scratch, alpha?” You snapped before using your waning strength to slash at Nick. He laughed, easily dodging you, only one swipe brushing his cheek. Your nails left a red mark, and it spurred you on more.

”You can hit harder than that, little pup. C’mon, you’re letting me down. You wanna act like a wolf? Then hurt me, but you’ll have to put in some effort, cub. You’re just making this too easy.”

Nick’s words hit hard. You let out a roar and lunged. It took all your strength to propel your body, throwing yourself against the alpha. He seemed surprised for a millisecond, and it was all you needed to swipe your nails across Nick’s face. He hissed as your talons dug through flesh, leaving trickles of blood tracking down his face. Lucky for him, his eyelids were closed when you attacked, so his eyes remained undamaged while his cheek and lip bore some nasty cuts.

It’s all you hadleft in you before the sedative rendered you useless. But it was worth it to see Nick’s face as he processed it all. For once, he wasn't in control. How the mighty have fallen.

Nick took your head into his hands, cupping his palms on either side. You were forced to look into his eyes when his bond was at its strongest. Desperation was in his wild eyes, the facade of a prime alpha with it all cracking. “Bark for me, puppy.”

Your mind screamed at you to bark. To give in.

It would be easy to play the part the world wanted you to. But to do that would be denying your own human experience. You opened your mouth, turning to the side and biting down hard on Nick’s hand.

He slapped you, one hand holding your head steady, so the impact hurt even more. It makes your brain rattle, the world shaking for a moment. Your eyes fluttered, and suddenly you weren't on the mansion path anymore. Nick had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Your limbs laid dormant, unable to move due to the dart still poking out of your ass. Given the omegas he had housed in his back barn, it should have been expected he’d have non-lethal ways to capture them.

You expected Nick to take you to the bedroom and cage you, but your brows furrowed as you were brought to the living room. He was silent now, and that was almost scarier than his anger. He was plotting something that surely wouldn’t be good for you.

Beck and Mace watched from the doorway as Nick dropped you like a sack of potatoes onto the ground against the far wall. He looked down at you, jaw clenched and let out a huff. He gave your stomach a kick, earning a winded groan from you as you couldn't even curl in on yourself, your muscles relaxed against your will.

“She’s rejecting my commands,” Nick said matter-of-factly, his gaze turning to his men. “I intend to fix that.”

“How?” Mace asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes flicking from you to his boss.

“I’m going to talk to Kemp. He’ll know. And if he doesn’t, Hal will have an idea.”

“Hal is a softie,” Mace interjected with a dry chuckle.

“Yeah, but have you seen how Ari’s omegas listen to him? They dote on him,” Beck commented, running a hand through his short hair, his forehead creased from stress.

“I don’t want the soft route. Get her bound. I have some calls to make.”

Nick didn't look back at you as he exited the room, but you could feel the pain in your bond. The desolation. The anger. The myriad of emotions swirling in the both of you.

Asshole.

Mace and Beck did as commanded, moving around you to take the pictures down from the wall, replacing them with metal loops. Mace left for a few minutes while Beck finished up, and he took a moment to inspect your stomach, pressing around your ribs to ensure there’s nothing out of place. By now, the dogs had joined as well. Apollo, Icarus and Hermes sat a few feet away, just watching what was happening.

“She’s fine,” Beck murmured to the dogs, three sets of ears perking up at his words. “Yeah yeah, I know. But she brought this upon herself.”

Mace returned with rope, working with Beck to bind your arms and connect the cord through the newly installed loops. Your arms were brought above your head, suspending you uncomfortably so that your toes barely touched the floor. It put a lot of pressure on your shoulders, especially with your body's dead weight beneath you.

As their last step, Beck pulled the tranquiliser dart from you, and you tried to bite him when he was close enough. He gave you a look of disappointment before leaving with Mace, the dogs following once Mace whistled for them.

You were left in the living room, nothing more than the ticking of the old grandfather clock on the opposite side of the room to keep you company. It was almost maddening listening to the tick-tocks, your head filled with the repetitive sound. The blinds were drawn, the room dark, the only light source from the hallway outside. Shadows cast over the dark mahogany furniture, creating more demons for you to contest with. You never were a fan of the dark, and certainly not now.

Over time, you regained control of your body. Your muscles started to move, and you were able to shuffle to try and find a more comfortable position. Although no stance was relaxing as you struggled to stay steady on the balls of your feet.

Hours passed, and you started to hone in on the ticking rhythm of the clock, imagining it as a tempo for you and James to dance to. He always loved dancing. You’d been excited to take him to the local dance that was run every spring, but you never did get that chance. And you’d make sure Nick paid for that lost chance by being the unruliest omega possible.

With the curtains closed, it was impossible to tell the time, and the clock was too far away to make out, so you just waited for Nick’s eventual return.

You didn't know how long it had been, but the slamming of doors indicated that Nick had emerged from his office, clearly not happy with whatever ‘advice’ he had been given by his friends. After a few minutes, he walked into the living room, sharp daggers shooting from his gaze at you. If looks could've killed, you would have been long dead.

In his hand was a bowl of porridge, steam wafting off the top. You still hadn’t eaten, and your stomach growled at the sight and smell of the food. Even though you hated the muggy texture, your body craved just about anything.

“Are you going to be good?” Nick said coolly, his mask of calmness back. “You’ll have to be punished, but it will be easier on you if you give in now.”

He approached slowly, watching the way your eyes flitted between the food and him. It was clear Nick thought you would give in as he approached, a smug look on his face.

When he was within range, you used all your strength to throw your legs out and kick the bowl from his grasp, the porcelain shattering to the ground with a smash. Beck came rushing in from the sound, stopping when Nick raised his hand to dismiss him. “Leave it.”

You felt a sense of triumph when Nick’s jaw clicked in annoyance. You weren’t going down that easy. Not with James in the forefront of your thoughts.

Nick’s fists clenched and unclenched like he was deciding whether to hit you or not before he seemingly remembered something. He didn’t touch you. Instead, wordlessly, he pivoted on his heel and left, leaving you and the discarded food without further consideration.

That was the last time you saw anyone for two days.

Or at least what you thought was two days. It was hard to approximate with the only indication of the time the chimes on the clock. Fatigued, with no more than an hour’s sleep due to the stress position and lack of food, you were second guessing how many chimes you’d counted.

Your heart leapt in your chest when Nick eventually re-emerged, his clothes different. You’d never seen him out of a suit, his muscly form adorning a plain blue t-shirt and black jeans. The clothes clung to him like you wished to. Your alpha. Your hindbrain was ecstatic at the sight of him. Pushing against your designation, you shoved all the feelings down deep. No, you could not desire the man who ruined your life.

Nick’s signature smirk was back, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. He wanted you, too. That much was clear. Why he cared for you so much, you’d never understand. With the ticks in the background sounding, you looked at the clock tattoo that stood out starkly against his skin, like the rest of his ink.

Your eyes narrowed as you focused on the time. Two am. Was that on purpose? Did that time hold some significance? Or was it simply chosen at random? Your sight dragged to the bowl of fruit in his hands. Melon, strawberries, and apples,all cut into bite-size pieces. The hunger you felt hurt, as if your stomach was ready to eat itself.

“I can hear your stomach, puppy. Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Nick mocked, but he was right. You were ravenous. The sweet tang in the air from the fruit mixed in with Nick’s strong scent had your head swirling.

It’d been days since you’d been touched. Usually, that would be enough for any omega to start getting touch starved, let alone a mated omega being denied by her alpha. A prime alpha. Your body yearned for Nick, and it had your anger rising. No, it wasn't fair. You shouldn’t want the man who killed your partner.

Like the first time Nick visited, you kicked the bowl from his hand, flinching at the shattering sound. As you did it, there was a flash of ire in Nick’s expression, but there was something else there too. Like he expected it from you.

“Have it your way,” Nick said simply, placing his hands in his pockets as he kicked the discarded fruit away from your feet. He was so close, you could feel his body heat, and it had you wanting to lean in. “Uh-uh. Bad dogs don’t get pats.”

Nick pulled away, pupils dilated as he took in your scent. It was a punishment for him as well. Although he could get touch elsewhere, all you got was the wall against your back and the floor beneath your toes.

This time when Nick left, tears started steadily streaming down your cheeks as anxiety clutched at your heart.

It started to get much worse.

The longer you were left untouched, the worse your mental state became. The anxiousness was quickly met with a deep depression that settled into your bones and brought upon an acute sadness that infected you like a disease.

There were often tears, howls, and whimpers. Yet you still didn’t yield when Nick visited you. You were being pulled in two directions, a tear beginning to form down your middle. Your loyalty was to James, but your body called for your alpha.

Every time someone would walk past the doorway, or you’d hear the pitter-patter of dog paws, your heart would nearly burst. A visitor? But you were almost always met with disappointment.

Nick didn’t allow the dogs in the living room, and the only time you saw anyone else was when Beck came to inject you with medicine or help you use a bedpan. He didn’t look you in the eyes, touch you, or speak to you. It was like a ghost was administering the vitamins and minerals you needed to stay alive while you refused food.

The days passed in a blur. As soon as the sun would bleed in around the curtains, it would disappear as nightfall came. At first, you liked the quiet of the night, only you and the owls hooting outside awake. But it quickly became your personal nightmare. Alone, with nothing but your thoughts, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes due to the pressure on your arms and balls of your feet.

It was torture. A brutal tactic that was breaking you down with each tick of that fucking clock. You growled into the air. Oh, how you wanted to break that clock. Tear it to shreds and leave nothing but cogs behind. Because every time you tried to escape reality, the ticking would wrench you back.

The same as the days before it, the sun began to fade, and darkness began to consume the room. You closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Although it was unlikely with the throbbing pain in your shoulders. When you heard footsteps, you assumed they would merely pass by as they usually did, but your eyes fluttered open when the feet stopped in the doorway. Your eyes met Mace’s hardened gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since you were put on the wall, and you instinctively wanted to hug him. Alpha’s best friend. Alpha’s best friend is your best friend. He watched the way your brows furrowed, and tears welled in your eyes before breaking away to begin lighting the candles that sat on the mantle.

“Mace.. help me..”

Your voice was left ignored. The candles added a soft illumination to the room. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the flickering heat, a golden amber emanating from the flames. If you touched it, you would feel something. It would hurt. But you would have chosen it. A pain you choose to bear is freedom in itself.

“Mace, alpha, please. Let me go.”

Mace didnt spare you another glance as he moved around the room, dusting and cleaning up. He even vacuumed, and it was all very odd. Nick had a maid staff for this, although you supposed they would be uncomfortable seeing a bound omega crying against the wall.

Once he was done, he flicked on the wall sconces, and your eyes shut immediately. The room is filled with light for the first time in.. well, you weren't sure. But it had been a long while. There was a buzzing behind your eyes, spots flittering across your eyelids before you braved the light.

Your eyes opened slowly, the brightness almost painful for your poor weakened body. You were growing accustomed to the darkness, feeling as if your body was becoming one with the plaster pressed against your back. There was no hiding in the light, and Mace took a deep breath at the sight of you.

You were a mess. Naked, bruised, with cuts all over from your attempted escape. It was a sight to behold. Mace left without a word, but you were jostled.

Why did he clean up? Why turn the lights on? It became more apparent when there was a new voice in the home. One you recognised from the night of the auction.

Steve walked in with Nick by his side, his lips quirking at the sight of you. Your gaze turned to Nick, vexed still in how you looked at him. But your back arched too, begging to get closer to the scent wafting from him. When you closed your eyes, you were sitting by a flower bed of geraniums with a cup of earl grey tea, and Nick was there nuzzling into your neck.

“F-Fuck.. you..” You whined. It felt as if you would die if he didn’t touch you soon. Like you’d crumble into a pile of ash for Mace to sweep up.

“It’s good you booked this for tonight. I don’t think she’d last much longer otherwise,” You hated how Steve spoke as if you were not there, and a growl left you when you opened your eyes to see his hand on Nick’s shoulder. No, you needed that touch. It’s not fair. At the same time, you wanted to rip Nick’s throat out and force-feed him it.

“This better work,” Nick’s voice was strained, the pain clear. He’d been starved of his omega for too long. But he couldn’t just let you off like nothing happened.

“It will. Trust me.”

“I trust you with my life, Steve. But I don’t know if I trust you with hers.”

Steve merely chuckled, and the men left the same way they came. You wriggled in your binds to no avail. Your body was so exhausted you could barely move. Before long, more footsteps and voices were chatting in the entryway. You recognised Lee, Charles, Ransom, Chase and Robert, all from the auction. But there were new ones too. Three voices you didn’t know that mingled in with the rest. What were they all doing here?

Beck walked in with finger food, little meatballs that looked fancy and well-presented. Mace followed, carrying a plate with different hors d’oeuvres. Some caviar looking thing. You didn’t know what it was, but your stomach grumbled nonetheless. The alphas stayed and watched as the waitstaff brought in drinks and even more food, a complete set-up on the living room table. Last brought in was a plate of natural oysters; the fishy smell had your head reeling. The food had too many scents for your brain to handle. You needed your alpha. You needed to nuzzle into him– No. You needed to kill him. You whimpered as your brain tried to figure out what it wanted.

“Now that’s a nice noise,” Ransom mocked as he entered, a glass of whisky in hand. “You want some company that bad, huh?”

“S’needy little ‘mega. Real cute too,” Lee joined him, hand on his belt that held up his uniformed slacks.

They both looked ravished at the sight of you, like you were the finest meal. Your sounds of distress began to rise. “Go away. Where’s Nick?”

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk to guests, is it? And you can’t even address your alpha correctly, tsk,” a new man entered with Charles and Chase close behind. His shades covered his eyes, but the way his thick moustache curved with his smirk told you all you needed to know. He wasn’t a good person.

“I think we can forgive her for being rude given the circumstances, don’t you think?” Yet another two men entered, and your head was beginning to swirl with the number of alpha scents in the room. The man looked rough and rugged as if he worked hard and was weathered by it.

“I think Hal is right, Lloyd. Give the omega a break for being flustered,” Hal’s companion said as he made his way to the table, taking one of the caviar toasts to snack on. The moment you heard the crunch, you opened your mouth instinctively, desperate to eat.

“Are you not feeding this thing, Fowler?” Charles called out as Nick and Steve entered together.

They were all speaking about you, not to you. And it had your blood boiling as the myriad of other emotions began to rise to the surface. “Fuck off! All of you! Leave me alone. You’re all fucking bastards. Stupid knotheaded bastards.”

Suddenly, all the attention was on you. No more chuckles or snide comments, just the piercing gaze of eleven alphas and the one beta, Steve. Your heart lurched, the intensity sudden.

“I’ll kill all of you. The moment I get out of here, you’re all dead,” you snarled as you looked at Nick. Since you’d last seen him, he’d changed into a black button-up and suit pants.

He looked like his role. A mob boss with the power of a prime alpha. But more than anything, he looked like a man sent to the point of desperation. He was holding himself with a mask of calm, but you could feel what lay beneath the surface, the same as he could for you.

“Drinks, anyone?” Hal’s companion broke the silence, and the men eased, tense shoulders releasing.

“Yeah, Ari. Good idea,” Chase kept his eyes on you as he made his way to the table.

Small talk restarted amongst the men, but you kept your gaze on your alpha. No one else mattered anyway. What was the point of this party? Some chance to show off his defying omega?

Nick ignored you, but you could feel the red string between you two. He was still connected whether he wanted to give you attention or not. You watched as he went and whispered something to Mace and Beck, the duo’s faces hardening.

They both looked at Nick with concern, but he shrugged them off, returning to his conversation with Steve and Lloyd. Like a hawk surveying your surroundings, your breathing began to quicken when Mace and Beck approached.

“Please, don’t touch me. I- I’ll kill you. I can’t– I need–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You needed your alpha.

“You should have thought of that before you acted up, omega,” Mace snapped, but his eyes had a sense of guilt to them.

Beck wouldn’t look at you as he and Mace worked on getting you down. When the rope went lax, you fell into Beck’s arms, your legs too weak to hold yourself up. The sobs started. You were finally feeling touch, but it was wrong. Beck’s scent wasn’t foul, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t what you needed.

Mace came up behind you, and his presence was all wrong too. “No, no, no. Get off!” You couldn’t struggle even if you had wanted to. After God knows how long suspended on pressure points, your muscles were weakened to the point that they were practically useless. Every time you went to swipe at the men, it was no more than a weak slap, Mace and Back wholly unperturbed.

“Shh, shh. You’ll only make it worse for yourself,” Beck soothed into your ear, but you could hardly hear it with your heavy cries.

Mace picked you up from Beck’s arms, cradling you for the room to look at. And look they did.

The scent in the air spiked into something hazardous, and every omega instinct told you to run. Danger. Nick stayed at the back of the room, sitting in one of the velvet armchairs with a glass of what looked to be straight vodka, shooing away Steve when he tried to tell him something.

Mace placed you in the centre of the room, your back hitting the plush rug. It was a different sensation from the cold wall, and it was nice to feel something warm and fuzzy for a split second. But the reprieve was short lived as the other alphas in the room began to approach.

You tried to crawl away, but your arms and legs didn’t move despite your mind begging them to do so.

Steve crouched before you, deft fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to think of one thing, omega. This is happening because you denied your alpha.”

The clock ticked in the background, timed with his words, your mouth dropping into a wail.

“This,” Tick. “Is,” Tick. “Happening,” Tick. “Because,” Tick. “Of,” Tick. “You,”

Like an odd hypnosis, you blinked as Steve pulled away. Wait. What is happening?

Whistles and howls filled the room, and it had you shivering in fear before you realised it. The scent in the room turned sickly sweet, dripping with arousal. Apart from Mace, Beck and Nick, all the men in the room were palming themselves, watching how your bare chest rose and fell with each breath.

They’re not here for a social visit.

Steve pulled down the fly to his black jeans, and your stomach twisted painfully. No. Hal and Ari joined him, the three of them taking out their hardening lengths.

It wasn't real. It was just a bad dream. This was just a nightmare, right?

“Open up, omega. And I better not feel any teeth,” Steve guided his cock to your lips, smearing the head across them. His beta scent was as powerful as the alpha’s around him, making your head pound. It was far too real to be a dream.

“No,” You shook your head. No. No way. But with the way the ticking clock buzzed in your brain and touch starved sensory overload took over when Steve gripped your jaw and squeezed painfully, you started to lose your fight as your mouth opened.

Steve didn’t give you a chance for a snide comment before he pushed himself into your wet mouth, groaning under his breath at the feeling of your tongue gliding against him.

Betas typically weren’t as well endowed as alphas, but it seemed Steve was an exception with the way he filled your mouth to the brim. Your lips stretched painfully around him, and while you were tempted to bite, the repercussions scared you too much.

While he began working himself in your mouth, Hal spat into your hand before resting his length into it. When you didn’t move to stroke him, he wrapped his hand over yours, directing you to move your hand up and down. His ridges and veins slid across your palm, and you couldn’t wrap your whole fist around him with how thick he was.

Ari gently raised your tired legs, spreading them open so he could look at your bare pussy. He let out a low whistle as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t with Steve holding you steady.

“That’s it, ‘mega. You’re crying, but you’re so wet,” Ari breathed out, testingly pressing a finger into your awaiting heat. He was right. Your body reacted to the attention it had denied for so long despite your want to escape.

“Jesus, just fuck her already,” Robert sniped, his impatience clear as Ari stretched you open, a second and third finger added to your core.

“I’ll fuck her when I’m ready to fuck her,” Ari snapped back. The tension between the alpha’s made you feel even more uncomfortable.

Your distress was evident when you whimpered around Steve’s cock. Hal cooed to you, thrusting into your hand and gently brushing his fingers over your arm. “You’re alright. C’mon, that’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Ari prepped you, working you open with his fingers, but you hardly registered it as your head felt underwater, drowning in the mixed scents of all the men.

Going from touch starved to suddenly overwhelmed was a horrible, nauseating feeling that had you wanting to crawl to Nick and beg for him to make it stop. But when you managed to look at him, you were met with little help. Slouched in his chair, with the dogs by his side, sat Nick. Mace and Beck situated not far from him, all observing you.

“Don’t look at him. Eyes on me, omega,” Steve commanded, tapping your cheek until you turned your attention back to him. His thrusts into your mouth were on the side of gentle, easing himself in and out without choking you. “Remember what I said. This is all because of you.”

The tears started streaming more heavily down your cheeks as Ari pressed the head of his cock between your folds. You tried to squirm your hips away, but he held you firm. “I have no intention of hurting you. If you stay still this will be easier.”

You didn’t listen, continuing to try to writhe away. What would James think if he saw this? He’d be horrified.

The scents of the three started getting headier, along with those still waiting their turn. You could cut the air with a knife, the atmosphere rigid and palpable.

You cried as Ari bottomed out, his cock stretching you. It wasn’t like the stretch of your alpha, and the mere fact that it wasn’t your alpha was enough to have your body clenching, your walls wanting to force him out. “Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” Ari cursed under his breath, beginning languid movements that had you seeing stars.

Like a ragdoll, your body met the needs of the three alphas. Their moans filled the room while you wished for nothing more than to sink into oblivion.

“That’s it, good girl. Good little omega. Take it nice and deep. Feels good, doesn’t it? Yeah, yeah I know it does.”

You didn’t register the words of praise, but your attention snapped back to reality when you heard Nick speak.

“Stop praising her like she’s yours,” The prime alpha ground his teeth, jaw set tight.

Ari stopped his movements, stilling inside you while his length pulsed. “None of us want her. We know she’s yours. This is business.”

“I want my omega to smell like me. She smells like you,” Hal commented, keeping your hand moving while his eyes fluttered.

The response seemed to satisfy Nick, and they quickly resumed taking what they needed from you.

It wasn’t long before you could feel them getting close, their breaths heavier, sweat beading along their brows. But before their knots could swell, they all pulled away, leaving you flustered. What.. they weren’t going to finish? You were almost grateful. Perhaps that was it.

Beck came and gave you a once over before he nodded to the rest of the men, and another three stepped up. Lee, Chase and Charles approached, their cocks already red and leaking from watching you getting used by their friends and acquaintances.

It’s almost like a party, with the guests enjoying the food, drinks and the host's omega. In a way, you were no more than food on a platter, ready for the taking. Ready to be picked at by all the guests.

Lee was rough as he settled between your legs, taking the chance to grope at your flesh and feel every curve. “Cute lil’ thing. S’fucking soft too. I can see why she’s yours, Nick.”

You turned your head to look at your alpha, your free hand gripping the carpet to try and pull yourself closer to him. Maybe if you could get there, he’d end this. You managed to flip yourself onto your stomach, but all it did was give you carpet burn when you tried to drag yourself.

“Are we that scary that you’re trying to run?” Chase leant in close to the shell of your ear, playfully nipping at it. “Oh, I can be really frightening if you want.”

There was something else there. A supernatural sense that chilled you to the bone. You looked at him with wide eyes, but he merely looked smug with a quirk of his head. “Aren’t you curious to know what it is? Want to have a scare, little omega?”

“Stop it, Chase. Don’t fuck with her,” Mace interjected, cutting Chase off, who merely pouted in response.

“Fuck her, not fuck with her. Got it,” Chase gave a charismatic smile, leaning down to lick a stripe across your cheek before rubbing his cock over it, so his saliva smeared all over your skin. It was a sickly slimy feeling that made you want to throw up, not that your stomach had any contents at the moment.

He used the makeshift lube to easily slip between your swollen lips, pressing in hard and deep until he hit the back of your throat. You choked around him, but it provoked him to do it more.

Lee lifted you so you were on all fours, giving your ass a smack that left a red hand-shaped welt in its wake. Charles helped you steady yourself before taking your hand for his use. This time you got the message, beginning to stroke him while Lee started to thrust.

Maybe if you just played along, this would all be over quickly.

The strain on your body was paramount as Lee jolted you with each brutal snap of his hips, the fabric of his uniform scratching against your ass. His hands held on so tight to your hips that there would surely be bruises. “S’fucking good. Shit. I wanna try her mouth though.”

Chase pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, his length shining with your spit. You coughed, finally able to breathe properly, some of your saliva falling into the plush rug below.

“Messy little thing,” Charles groaned, moving to your mouth along with Lee. “Think we’ll both fit?”

“No, but it’ll be amusing to see her tryin’,” Lee snickered before his and Charles’ cocks breached your mouth.

A frail scream left you from the stretch, your eyes scrunching closed from the intrusion. They didn't fit, but they fucked into your mouth regardless. When Lee pulled back, Charles thrusted forward, and when Charles pulled back, Lee pushed in. They worked in tandem, ignoring your broken pleads that were muffled by their dicks.

Chase wasted no time in burying himself to the hilt in you, his thrusts deep and rutted like an animal chasing a primal instinct. “God, fuck, so good. Can I bite her?”

“No,” Beck and Mace snapped in unison, arms crossed as they forced themselves to watch.

Chase shrugged, the slaps of his hips getting louder as he started getting rougher. Your ass was burning from the impact, and your lips stretched and sore. Everything hurt. Emotionally and physically.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw flashes of James holding his hand out to you. Please. Please get me out of here. But he was no more than a ghost now. There was no one who could save you now.

“If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore.”

The picture of James began to warble, his face becoming obscured and replaced. Instead of your lover, it was your alpha. Nick. You needed him more than ever.

Your mind was becoming another for the world’s graveyard of broken souls. Discarded, crossed by everyone around them, unmet with mercy. But this meant you could let go. You would never move on, but you didn’t have to in order to be free. While you would never move from the loss and grief, you could let go. And perhaps that gave you a chance at a gilded freedom provided by your alpha.

Is it so bad to just want to be happy?

You were a bird with golden wings, feathers so bright it left others in awe, and song so sweet it had others listening intently. Your intentions were pure. All you ever wanted was to love and be loved, live a simple life and find some happiness. But that was rare in this world. Not many held the purity of joy that you did. And so, you’d become imprisoned. A bird fluttering, confined by the bars of your alpha.

Alphas had an incessant need to conquer, to clip the wings of those around them so they felt more powerful, even if they were the privileged ones in the first place. You never stood a chance.

For James, you’d waged a war you never could have vanquished. You’d done nothing more than bring a knife to a gunfight. And the lengths Nick Fowler would go to break you had you reaching a realisation.

Letting go of James meant that he was part of your history, not your destiny. And while that was painful, keeping his memory close was weighing you down like weights on your ankles, dragging you down to the watery depths where monsters lay in wait.

It was easy to hate Nick Fowler. To engrave the words ‘I hate you’ onto your heart. But to let go, to allow yourself to find whatever slither of happiness awaits you, you could not hate. It was simply too painful. A burden you could not bear. Not anymore.

The world was beginning to fracture at the sides, your mind hardening as the cracks started to form. You weren’t going to last like this. And that was okay.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay. Let go, baby. Let go,” James’s voice rang in your head, and you howled louder than ever.

The dogs started barking and snarling at your distress, and Nick had to hold them back by their collars to stop them from trying to protect you.

Chase’s nails dug into your hips, Lee pulled at your hair, and Charles blocked your nose. The pain bloomed like a macabre rose for your mental funeral of James, and your eyes rolled back into your head as your arms gave way. Lee looped an arm under you to hold you up while they kept fucking your mouth, your spluttered breaths ignored.

You didn’t see how Steve whispered to Nick or how the other alphas were entranced with how your body began to shake. The incessant barks fell on deaf ears before the dogs had to be ushered out of the room by Mace. They let out whines as they were denied saving you from shattering.

The way you viewed Nick began to rapidly change. The bitterness fled like animals fleeing a bushfire at pace. The past was the past, but your prime alpha was the future. Hormones took over, your hindbrain taking control. All that was left was an omega desperate for their alpha.

The convulsions didn’t stop as you began to run out of breath, Chase fucking you like a man unhinged until his knotted base started to swell and catch at the entrance to your cunt. Your body seized. You needed your alpha’s knot, not Chase’s.

Luckily, the alpha’s did what the men before had done, letting you go just before they reached their climax. Your body was dropped to the floor on your stomach with an ungraceful oof, vision hazy as you tried to lift yourself up. But you had no energy left, everything screaming to just get to your alpha.

“Alpha,” You whimpered, and when your eyes met Nick’s, he looked at you with veiled shock. You’d called for him. After all the fighting and pain, you were calling for him. “Alpha, please.”

“Not yet, omega. You’re almost done,” Steve intervened, not allowing Nick to speak for fear that he would give in now that you were breaking for him.

After Beck checked you over, his jaw set, Ransom, Robert and Lloyd descended upon you, and their gazes were by far the darkest. The aura that oozed off them was malice, and it had you shivering from your spot on the floor.

“Aw, sunshine. You’re shaking like a leaf,” Lloyd laughed, squatting before you, biting on the end of his sunglasses before he looped them through the front of his shirt. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Please, I just want my alpha,” you cried, surprised you still had tears left after the amount you’d been sobbing.

“You’ll get him. But like Stevie said, you’ve got to make us happy first,” his fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head to examine you.

“Dibs on fucking her mouth,” Ransom cut in, taking some food from the table onto a small plate. You watched him as he took two oysters and some salmon, confused as to why he was getting food as he neared you.

The others were helping themselves too. Although Lee and Hal turned their noses up at it, seemingly not keen on fancy food. They’re more homebodies, you guessed.

“I’ll take those pretty little hands,” Robert licked his lips, cock bobbing as it stood proud, released from his slacks.

You were lifted from your place on the ground, Lloyd sitting with his back to the couch seat and ass against the plush rug. He dragged you into his lap and directly against his hard cock, grinding himself against you.

“I don’t want this, please, stop,” you yowled, trying to wriggle away, but all it did was make Lloyd groan as he kept grinding against you.

“What you want doesn’t matter, sweets,” Robert sniggered, coming up close to whisper in your ear. “You’re at our mercy now.”

Despite having nothing left to lose, the fear was immobilising. You weren’t afraid of death, but living terrified you. The unrelenting pain it brought. The bleakness. All you had now was your alpha, the thing you craved most despite the circumstances. Wanting Nick Fowler was a horrifying feeling.

The three vultures that remained between you and your alpha had you feeling like you were swimming, but when you tried to put your feet down on the sand, the water was far deeper than you thought, and there was nothing there to ground you.

Your brain felt like mush, a mess of emotion and need. Despite your protests, your pussy provided more than enough slickness for Lloyd to rub his cock between your folds before impatiently beginning to guide you down onto his cock. You cried out but couldn’t move with his grip on you, Ransom and Robert watching.

“Put those hands to use, c’mon, we don’t have all day,” Robert grabbed your wrists, a harsh grip that had your bones aching. There was no need for the use of force, but he seemed to find a sick thrill in the power of watching you in pain, just as Lloyd and Ransom did.

Lloyd pulled you down until you reached the scruffy hair at the base of his cock, using your body like a fleshlight up and down on his dick. Robert painfully clung to your wrists as he guided your wet palms over his rigid flesh, all while Ransom watched amusedly.

“You must be hungry, hm? I bet you’d love some salmon, ducky,” Ransom teased, eating the smoked salmon as he towered over you while your eyes fluttered from how Lloyd dragged his length along your walls.

You shook your head. You wanted none of it. You wanted to be in the arms of your alpha and nothing more.

The stability of your mind was wavering, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to form words with the way everything hurt. Physically your body was fatigued and battered, and mentally you were a wilted rose, fragile petals torn.

“Hm. I don’t like being ignored, omega. Your alpha brought us here to teach you a lesson, one I intend to make sure you remember.” Ransom held up the fishy shells under your nose with nothing but oysters left on his plate.

You retched, stomach rolling in disgust from the salty sea smell coming from the slimy thing. You’d never had an oyster before, and you had no wish to try it now.

Ransom chuckled as Lloyd kept working you over his cock, with Robert using your hands to stroke himself.

For a moment, your eyes checked over the rest of the room's occupants. You searched for a reprieve, but no one was coming to your rescue. There was a gain in having you break like this, and you whined into the air as you tried to squirm towards your alpha but were held firm by Lloyd’s ring-covered fingers. “Uh-uh sunshine, no getting off my lap ‘til I’m done with you.”

“I want you fed before you take my cock, ducky. That way you don’t get nibbly on me. Who knows how far your hunger goes, isn’t that right?” He spoke to you like a child that’s being chastised, and it had a heat building in your cheeks. It was humiliating and had you spiralling further into the shell of an omega.

Ransom didn’t allow you to shy away. His fingers gripped your cheeks so your mouth opened in a forced pout. It took all your might to close your lips, refusing to let anything go into your mouth.

A strong arm looped around your neck, Lloyd’s bicep curling around your throat as he kept making you ride him. A strangled sound escaped you as the breath was knocked from your lungs, shock taking over.

Robert joined in, pulling your hair so your head tilted back into Lloyd’s tight hold. The world began spinning the more oxygen you lost, your lungs cut off from filling with air.

“P- Pl-“ You couldn’t get the words out, tingles all over your body with the way the world began to have a vignette at the edges.

Was this the final curtain call? Was the sick show finally coming to an end?

“Let her go, Lloyd,” Hal called, annoyance clear despite how his cock bobbed hard between his legs.

Mace and Beck stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Steve stopped them. “You want your friend to get the omega of his dreams? Then you need to let this happen.”

“They’re hurting her,” Mace snapped, and you reached out your free hand towards them despite the way your body was beginning to give way.

“A little pain is necessary. She will survive.”

Using your distracted state, Ransom opened your mouth and slid the raw oyster out of its shell and onto your tongue.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden movement. Before you could spit out the slimy food, Ransom clamped his hand over your mouth and nose. Your attempts to flail were fruitless, and the longer it lay in your mouth, the stronger the oyster’s taste became.

You cried against Ransom’s hand as you chewed, which was a mistake in itself, and swallowed the oyster.

“You’re not meant to chew it so much, silly ducky,” Ransom laughed heartily, amused at your disgust. “Here, let's try that again. Now, do as I say. Chew it twice, then swallow.”

Lloyd and Robert loosened their grips so you could breathe, and when Ransom moved his hand, you gulped in air greedily. “N-No. No more,” you begged to deaf ears.

The two alpha’s held you still as Ransom held the second oyster to your lips. You turned your head away despite the hold in the roots of your hair, but it was useless.

Ransom forced the second oyster into your mouth, and you wanted to throw up. You did as the alpha had told you. You gave two chews and swallowed. It was far less horrid, but still an experience that had you gagging when you were released.

Your clear distress had Lloyd’s cock twitching inside you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he started fucking up into you again.

“You’d think I’d fed her a lemon. Stupid slut, I could buy an omega for the price of these,” Ransom sniped, throwing the plate aside.

“Watch it, Ransom,” Beck growled, Mace barely holding him back from approaching.

“What? She’s a stupid—”

“She isn’t yours to insult,” Beck spat, only backing down when Ransom raised his hands in concedement.

Like the others before them, the three alphas used you for their pleasure. Your brain started to check out, and dissociate, taking you to a better place.

But for some reason, every better place you could think of had Nick there. Your alpha. As long as his scent enveloped you, you were safe. It was a rapidly growing dependency.

When the alphas grabbed at you harshly, you wondered. Would Nick let you build a nest with his clothes? You didn’t want to be without him while he was busy.

If Ransom, Lloyd and Robert noticed you zoning out, they didn’t say anything. They just used you harder until their knots were beginning to swell.

Steve joined the scene, your eyes dazedly watching him as he helped the others lay you down on the rug. You turned your head to the side, the faintest waft of your alpha coming from the fabric. You rubbed your nose into it, a high whine coming from you.

“She’s fucked stupid,” Charles said, mostly in amazement at the scene of you nuzzling into the rug. There were a few laughs in response, words coming through one ear and out the other as you struggled to keep up with all the men surrounding you.

You couldn’t focus as they stood over you, your visuals overloaded. But when the first shooting string of warmth hit you, you realised what was happening. Your ears clued into the distinct groans of the alphas, but their salty-twinged scent covered your skin.

You gasped, wanting to escape it, but multiple hands held you down as more smells began mixing.

It was complete and utter sensory overload as the eight alphas (and one beta) stroked themselves until they came over you, their knots hot and heavy in their grips as sticky white covered you. You wailed, trying to get to your alpha.

It smelt wrong, like getting hit to the head with a sledgehammer as the scents covered you.

“Alpha! Help me! Make it stop, please,” you thrashed, and before long, the men were finished. You sobbed, completely drenched in their cum.

Without realising it, your body began shaking, the touch starvation to complete overload from other scents sending you into a frenzy. The sobs that wracked through you were miserable, pathetic wails sounding as the anxiety hit you.

The men moved away to mingle, and your knight in shining armour arrived.

Nick’s face came into view, and you wailed with outstretched grabby hands.

He smiled at you. A genuine smile that had warmth flowing through your bond. He’d got what he wanted. You. Broken. And now his to put back together.

“Look at you, puppy. My beautiful girl,” he cooed to you, taking a soft towel Beck handed him to begin wiping away some of the cum from your skin.

“I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-“ Your teeth chattered as your heart raced in quick tandem. The panic was unrelenting, but your muscles were too spent to raise yourself and touch him.

Nick’s large palm cupped your cheek, and he leaned in close. His rings were cold against your hot flesh, which was a soothing feeling. “Tell me what you want. What you need, little pup.”

There was nothing left of you. The girl who was taken from her home was no more.

“Y-You. You. Alpha, help me, please. I can’t- Oh god- I can’t d-do this,” you cried between hiccuped sniffles, and Nick nuzzled his nose against yours.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” Nick gently jabbed, and the normal you would have snapped back. But you weren’t the same person anymore, not after what he’d put you through.

Without acknowledging the guests, Nick cleaned you up the best he could with the towel before he scooped you up bridal style. He began carrying you towards the bedroom, and it had some relief coming to your cluttered mind.

You wanted to be as far away from the other alphas as possible. The whole way up, Nick spoke to you like a new pet. “Such a pretty pup, aren’t you? My pretty pup. I can’t wait to give my sweet puppy a shower. Silly little thing, getting all dirty.”

He carried you to the bathroom and placed you on the cold tiled floor to prepare the shower.

But when he moved away from you, your brain just couldn’t handle it. He was too far, even though he was only a few steps away. “Alpha,” you whined, and Nick turned to look at your beady eyes staring up at you.

“Say it again,” he rasped, fingers twitching at his sides.

“Alpha. Don’t leave me, please.”

“I’m not leaving you, pup. I’m trying to get the shower ready,” Nick smirked, the enjoyment of your attachment evident. He moved to pick you up, and this time he put you on his hip as he began running the water and getting all the things he’d need.

“You’re a needy pup, aren’t you?” Nick said, but it wasn’t an insult. It was clear he was revelling in it. He manoeuvred you around while he undressed, and for the first time, you moved to touch him first.

You dragged your nose over his neck, inhaling his scent that had your heart fluttering and pussy clenching. Your fingers ran over his inked skin, feeling each chiselled muscle within reach. From biceps to abs, you felt all of it. This was.. yours? Could you call Nick yours?

The warm water hit your back as Nick walked you under the stream, both of you sighing in relief. It had been a long day.

“Are you going to get other omegas?” It wasn’t unheard of, alphas making a little harem for themselves.

You felt the flash of anger through the bond, and Nick growled in offence. “No. I only want you, omega.”

“Why?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask. What made you so special? A small-town girl in a prime alpha’s world.

“Later you can ask all the questions you want. But for now, let me make you feel good,” Nick let your back rest against the shower wall, wrapping your legs around his waist so you were sandwiched.

The warm water covered you both, and your eyes fluttered closed. Nick took the body wash, using his hands to cover you in the suds. The distressing smell of the other men started to dissipate with each swipe of his hands, the scent replaced with something neutral before the strong smell of your alpha wafted over the top.

Nick rubbed the scent gland on his wrist across your body, allowing you to relax while his aura took over. It calmed you completely, your body going lax the more he touched you.

This was all you wanted now.

You shuddered when his fingers grazed your nipples, the nubs hardening the more he ran his fingers over them. He drew languid circles with his fingers around your areolas, the teasing causing you to whine, but you made no move to stop him. It felt too good.

Even if it tried, the water couldn’t wash away the slick forming between your folds. Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped at the sight you were met with.

Dark, lustful eyes met yours, and you felt swallowed whole by the way Nick looked at you. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” He whispered, and you nodded.

Nick licked your cheek as his hands travelled lower, resting on your stomach. “Here?”

You whined and wriggled your hips, feeling his hardening length pulse against your ass.

“Use your words, omega,” Nick’s fingers tickled your tummy, and you laughed. When was the last time you’d laughed?

“Lower,” you breathed out, still squirming for contact.

“Hm, how about here?” Nick’s fingers moved lower until they sat at the top of your cunt, teasing your mound.

You gripped his shoulders, shaking your head. “Lower, alpha, please.”

“That’s my girl,” Nick purred before his fingers dipped between your folds.

Your body became ignited the moment he breezed over your clit, your cunt throbbing for any contact. “Oh, oh,” you moaned. “Please, alpha, right there.”

“Right here? Well, since you used your manners and asked so nicely,” Nick rolled your clit between his fingers, causing you to howl in surprise as the pleasure shot through your entire body.

After being starved and tortured, this was heaven.

He didn’t stop, beginning to rub your clit as he ground his cock against you, his other hand palming at your soft mounds. The sounds pulled from you were obscene as your body was, for once, manipulated for your pleasure.

The heat in your core started to grow rapidly, and the connection in your bond meant that you were feeding off each other’s arousal, only heightening the experience. Just as he could feel you, you could feel the burning fire coming from Nick. It had goosebumps rising on your skin and your hair standing on end.

“That’s it, puppy. Let your alpha take care of you.” Nick’s words were entirely possessive, and it only further ingrained his hold over you. Your alpha. He saved you from the bad men. Right? He took you away. And now he’s taking care of you. That’s not so bad, right?

Your sounds started to hit a higher pitch as Nick increased his pace, leaning forward to lick and nip at your neck as his fingers didn’t stop toying with your clit. “Does that feel good? Having your alpha play with your puppy pussy?”

It all started to become too much, your body buzzing with the electrical currents of pleasure. Your legs began to tense around Nick’s hips as your core tightened. “Alpha, I’m– I’m going to–”

“That’s it, pup. Come for your alpha. Give me everything,” Nick snarled into your ear, and his voice's lewd harshness had you reaching your peak.

You came with a yowl, body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your fingers gripped Nick’s shoulders so tightly that your nails dug into his skin, leaving crescents in his mix of black ink and pale flesh.

“Good girl, gushing against my cock. I didn’t even have to finger you,” Nick smiled, and the old you would have been cocky about how his fingers would never have been enough for you. But now, all you could do was give a small smile in return. Your alpha was cocky, but you couldn��t bring yourself to care.

Nick leaned forward to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear as he positioned himself against your clenching hole, and you could tell he was smiling in the way he spoke. “Are you ready for your treat, puppy?”

Nick pushed his hips up without warning, burying his cock deep into your awaiting heat. You choked out a moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. Having Nick stretching you out around his length felt right. A cosy feeling of home made you feel safe and loved. Like the best nest you could ever build.

“A perfect fit, just for me,” Nick grunted as he held you tight so he could thrust up, massaging your walls with each groove and vein along his dick.

You closed your eyes, allowing your head to fall forward into the crook of Nick’s neck. He rolled his hips in slow, languid movements that had you constantly whining. The air felt thick enough to cut with a knife, but you didn’t need air when you had your alpha.

The movement of your bodies together was slow and passionate. Nick’s hands gently pulled your head back, so your forehead rested against his. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips, and it had you leaning in closer until your lips met.

Both of you were drenched from the shower’s spray, making it easy to slide your lips together as Nick cupped your cheeks. He deepened the kiss, his hips grinding deep and hard as you bounced against the wall.

Nick bit your bottom lip, allowing blood to pool between you before he sucked it away, a hum mixing in with his groans. He didn’t break away from the kiss. Instead, he slid his tongue into your mouth, swirling it against yours and fucking your mouth with it.

The action was vulgar, but it had your walls fluttering around Nick’s cock regardless. Nick’s pace started to quicken, and he had to pull away to let out a loud, whimpered moan. “So fucking good.”

His thrusts began to increase in rhythm, and Nick grabbed your hips to fuck harder into you. He tilted his head to the side so you could return to your spot on his neck as you clung to him. The pleasure was beyond intense, and it felt like there was nothing else in the world but you two.

“Bite me,” Nick hissed, and you pulled back in shock. “You heard me. Bite me, omega. Right fucking now.”

Lost in the lust and the way it made your brain haze, your brows furrowed. Surely he didn’t mean his mating spot. You went to bite his shoulder, away from his mating gland, but Nick harshly slapped your ass in response, earning a squeak from you. “Don’t make me ask again, omega. Bite me.”

Nervousness flittered between the arousal. It was common for omegas to bite their alphas. But there was nothing common about this companionship. If you bit Nick, it would only strengthen the bond you two share. The old you would want anything but making the bond stronger. But now, the idea of it was endearing.

Nick thrust upwards sharply, his cock brushing against your g-spot. You moaned before you let your hindbrain take over and lowered your teeth to Nick’s mating gland. Heart racing, you bit down.

“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it omega. You’re doing so fucking good,” Nick howled, throwing his head back as he clung to you, his hips not faltering for a moment. His balls slapped against your ass, his demeanour growing more feral as the metallic taste of his ichor twanged against your tongue.

You held your jaw firm, letting the bite take hold as the coils in your core began tightening again. The wash of arousal in the bond grew tenfold, the connection strengthening as the bite set. Just as he had bonded you, you had bonded Nick. There was no turning back now.

If there wasn’t water washing you clean, you’d both have been covered in a sheen of sweat as every nerve felt as if it was on fire. “M’c-close, fuck, you feel too good.” Nick’s thrusts began desperate and reckless, setting a merciless rhythm that had heat pooling in your lower back and blooming across the rest of your body.

“Alpha, oh, a-alpha,” you managed to get out as you pulled away, your back arching. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your sounds.

“Let me hear you, need to hear you,” Nick gripped your chin, your face millimetres away as his knot began to swell.

Abandoning any semblance of reservation, you let the moans run free. The more his knot started to catch at your entrance, the closer you got to your orgasm. Neither of you could speak as your stuttered groans mixed together.

Nick held your gaze as his knot finally stuck, his dilated pupils baring his soul as you felt the first shoot of his cum inside you. He reached between you, swirling his finger around your clit until you came with a wail.

The way you clenched around him milked his cock, his seed filling your plugged pussy. “Take it all, omega. My omega.”

“Yours,” you sighed, letting your body go lax against Nick.

He held you up for a few minutes, neither of you speaking as you enjoyed the moment of peace.

Peace. That’s what this was. No fighting. No running. No pain. Just.. quiet.

All you could hear was your panting breaths and the steady stream of water. It was as if you stood upon a bridge, looking down at the river's stream below. The wind whipped in your hair, and you sat upon the railing that stopped people from falling. Did you want to fall? You could admire the view as you flew like a bird to the rocks awaiting below. Perhaps it would be like the movies where it all happened in slow motion, or maybe it would be a fast plummet that quickly brought upon the darkness. You swung your feet, staring down at the water. James was down there. He was waiting.

“Let's get you dry before you get a chill,” a soft voice called to you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Nick behind you. You turned back to the ground kilometres below. But James was down there. “C’mon, I can’t have you getting sick.”

A towel wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth that had you moving away from the bannister.

You blinked, back in reality. Nick placed you on the counter, drying you with care. “There she is. Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” you lied, letting Nick take care of you and himself.

“You’re a bad liar, omega,” Nick quipped, but he didn’t push you on it. He seemed content enough to have you yearning for him.

Nick carried you to the bedroom on his hip when he'd finished, where Mace and Beck were waiting with the dogs sitting at their feet. “The guests have left?” Nick asked, to which Mace nodded. “Good. Make sure to pay each of them accordingly.”

Apollo came up and sniffed at your hanging feet, tickling your toes when he licked at you. You giggled, and it had the dogs ears perking up.

“Go on, you can pet him.” Nick lowered you so you could kneel on the floor and give Apollo some pats. Hermes and Icarus quickly joined, all revelling in the attention from you.

“I’ve never seen them so affectionate,” Beck commented, a smile on his lips.

It was an uncharacteristically nice moment as you played with the dogs. You were distracted with the pets as Nick, Mace, and Beck set up the room. A teapot of earl grey tea was placed on the nightstand, and a tray of fruits and sandwiches was on the bed.

“Puppy, we’re going to have a high tea. I need to make sure we get some food in you,” Nick picked you back up, taking you away from the dogs and into the plushness of his bed. The covers rustled as Nick lay you down. Before joining you, he lifted the duvet and sheets so you could sit under them. He propped his back up against the pillows and pulled you close against his side.

Mace and Beck left, taking the dogs with them after they knew you were alright. Nick held a chicken sandwich to your mouth, and you allowed him to feed you. As he did, you couldn’t stop staring at the clock piece on his hand.

“Why two am?” You asked, eyeing the time on his tattoo.

Nick stiffened and froze for a moment. You’d stuck a nerve. It was evident in the way his eyes seemed glossier than usual.

“It’s not a pretty story, puppy.”

“It never is. Doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be told.”

Nick let out a sigh, picking at the sandwich as he kept giving you small bites. He pulled you against his chest so you couldn’t see his expression. “I failed to save my mother and sister at two am.”

“From who?” You asked, shocked at the admittance of such a loss.

“My father,” Nick gritted out, and he held you so tight, it felt as if your bones would break.

The answer confused you. Nick was acting kindly towards you now and obviously cared about the women in his family. “But then... Why do the work you do? If you lost your family to violence?”

Nick stayed silent for a moment, contemplating his thoughts before he spoke. “Because the world is cruel and hopeless. It’s no more than a chorus of dead souls looking for meaning. When people speak to you, they don’t look at you. They look through you. There’s no connection. There’s no saviour. It’s an unrelenting emptiness you’re forced to find a fill for. And this business fills that gap for me. I’m a slave to no one. I’m selfish. I make all the money I need. And it brought me to you, my omega,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and for a moment, you could swear you felt a tear drip into your hair. “Life is nothing more than sex and violence and a mix of resonance and quiet. But you bring me song, omega. A soft melody that warms my heart. The ends justify the means.”

“Why me?”

“My mother would have loved you. She always loved the smell of roses; you have that beautiful scent. She’d tend to our garden every day. It’s as if you sprouted from my memory of her. I knew from the moment I scented you that I had to have you. You make me happy.”

Nick pressed another kiss to your head before he returned to feeding you. You didn’t question him further. The one enquiry had unearthed enough. And you were tired. So tired.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, and Nick noticed with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, omega. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He helped you lie down, pulling the covers up so you were snuggled tight. Nick spooned you, letting his lips rest against your shoulder.

You wondered if you’d dream. Perhaps you would dream of the sweet reprieve of death, something you’d thought about many times since you’d come to Nick Fowler's domain.

But as you thought about it, the idealism of perishing no longer seemed captivating.

You wanted to wake up to your alpha, and continue to live with him. Live for him. For he was all you needed in this sick world.

Because Nick Fowler had broken you. He had won. And now he held your future in the palm of his hand.

Right as you drifted to a state of rest, Nick snuggled in close, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Fight me again, omega, and the consequences will be worse than your most horrifying nightmare. You’re mine. There’s no escaping that now. Sleep knowing your world is mine.”

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Guidelines

Story List

Deck the Hallways

Teacher!Bucky x Teacher!Reader (Anon ask)

It’s Christmas time at Shield HS. Can you and Bucky keep your secret under wraps?

Santa, Daddy Chris Evans x Reader (Anon ask)

Thanks to a bet with Scott, you are Santa’s helper for the night.

Christmastime to Me Duke! Henry Cavill x Reader (req x @ysmmsy)

Henry is your best friend’s baby daddy. And a Duke!

Try a Little Tenderness Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader (req x @clawnotes)

Steve can’t buy you with gifts. He needs to try a little tenderness.

Can You Stand the Rain Winston Duke x Reader (Anon Ask)

Winston wants a do over of that infamous IG post.

What’s This? Henry Cavill x Reader x Sebastian Stan (req x @adoreyouusugar)

Halloween or Christmas? Why not both? 😉

I Still Have You Chris Evans x Reader

(How I Met Your Father AU) req x @maroonsunrise83

It’s a very pregnant Christmas for the Evanses.

All I Want Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

(req x @clawnotes) Pt. 2

Steve has left you alone for a week with no explanation. Will you let him back into your life?

My Favorite Things Ari Levinson x Plus Size!Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Ari is your best friend in town. Could he be a little more?

Mistletoe by @elocinnicole

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Daveed offers his girlfriend some relief as she prepares for finals.

If The Fates Allow Andy Barber (Drew) x Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Andy did you dirty and you are done. Can he convince you to give him your heart again?

All These Things And More Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Ransom is a dad now, but you’re neglecting Daddy.

Fin

I’ve made the executive decision to be done with Christmas. Yay!

There will be time for Jake and for Chris, and probably for next Christmas. I want to THANK YOU for this gift of your response to this challenge.

I’ve pushed myself and grown so much, written 11 new fics, and have been in awe at the response. You’ve given me a new kink that I’m obsessed with, 👀 and I’ve earned new friends.

I’m going to chill for a bit, and revisit those WIPs that need attention. Requests are closed for a while, at least until Valentines Day 🥰

Thank you, thank you, thank you! And Love you all!

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Brothers In Arms

Part 7: Music’s Too Loud Without You

Summary: Ransom learns of your pregnancy, but when he returns home, there’s another surprise waiting for him…

Warnings: Bad language words. Smut. Violence…angry Ran and angry Steve.

Pairing: MOB (darkish…sorta) Ransom Drysdale x Reader /MOB DARK Steve Rogers x Reader

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: This is a VERY Ransom/Steve heavy chapter...the reader doesn’t feature much, and won’t in Part 8 either. After this we’ve only 2 plus an epilogue to go...eeeeek! Huge thanks to my beta and constant source of love and light @spectre-posts

W/C: 3.6k

Brothers In Arms Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 6

Silence stretched between the two of you as Ransom looked down at the test which now lay in his hands. You watched as his expression never changed. His eyes remained focused, nostrils flared a little as he took a deep breath, the nerve was still twitching in his jaw. So, it was a surprise to you, when the inevitable question came in such a quiet and meek manner.

“Is it mine?”

You licked your lips, swallowing as you blinked back tears. “I don’t know. And I…we never will.”

“What do you mean?”

“A paternity test would be useless.” You spoke, a little sadly. “You, and…him…I mean, identical twins…you share DNA.”

Ransom opened his mouth as if to speak, but he shut it again as he gently handed you the test back. “No, I guess you’re right.” He spoke softly, before he then shook his head, almost as if he was trying to dislodge whatever thought or image he had in his head. “But…it’s gotta be mine, right? I mean…we had…a lot of…” he waved his hand, “and you, you and him…it was once, so…odds on…”

He trailed off as you looked at him, a pang in your chest. There was no malice in his tone, no accusation, no bitterness. In fact, it was almost as if he was pleading. Pleading with you to tell him what he needed, or wanted to hear.

“Ransom…” you wiped your eyes, “I don’t…I mean, okay, the mathematical probability would likely lean towards you but…it only takes once and I can’t…” you looked at him, fresh tears stinging your eyes and nose, “I can’t say for sure.”

You saw the film of mist cover his eyes and you looked away, giving him a moment to compose himself. He cleared his throat, but when he spoke, his voice was thick. “Are you gonna keep it?”

“I don’t know. I need time to think about it.” You blinked back more tears as Ransom glanced up at the ceiling, almost as if he was hoping to find the solution to all of this up there on the clinically white suspended tiles.

“Whatever you want…then…I’ll help.” Ransom’s gaze returned to you, “If you keep it, I’ll support you. I’ll do whatever, be as involved as a father or as not involved as you want, but you’ll want for nothing. Either of you. Whatever you decide…”

At that point the door to the bathroom opened and you turned to the door, Ransom automatically moving so that he was stood in between it and you.

“Boss…” Natasha spoke, her voice gentle, “we don’t have a lot of time.”

“No…” Ransom looked down at his feet, “no we don’t.”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about the fact that any moment now the temporarily incapacitated security detail would be waking up, or the fact that you would soon have to come to terms with a decision about the baby currently residing in your belly. You raised your head to look at him, and he took a deep breath before he turned to Natasha. When he spoke, his voice was back to normal, business as usual.

“Y/N has agreed to my proposal. You’re to stay with her, keep her safe. There’ll be no contact from or to me unless she explicitly permits it.” Natasha nodded. Ransom took another deep breath, before he looked back at you. “if you need me…you have my number.” And with that he gave a jerk of his head, and swept from the room.

You nodded, before you turned away, and then you could hold it no longer. Your shoulders began to shake as you started to cry.

“Oh…hey…Y/N…” Nat’s voice was a little shocked, awkward almost as you felt her arm gently touch her elbow. “Hey, what is it?”

“Everything…”You managed to croak out between your shaking sobs, “I ruined everything…I should have never gone to that damned party in the first place, I should never have lied…and now…now…my brother is out there fighting for his life and I’m…well, I don’t know what I’m doing with mine.”

“Well, how about we focus on right here, right now?” Nat spoke softly, “let’s get you calmed down, freshened up and then we’ll head back to your brother’s room. See how he is.”

You nodded. “Yeah…”

“I’ll be outside, most likely arguing with Harlan’s goons.” She gave you a little smile and you watched her go.

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror, and as you stared at your pale and drawn face, your hands both gently came to a rest on your stomach. You stood there, trying to get your head around all of this. Did you want this baby? More so, could you have the baby knowing that there was a chance it could be Steve’s. What if he found out? He’d been so clear about the fact he wanted you, you were sure that there was no point he’d simply leave you alone if he knew you were pregnant. Maybe you could run away…Ransom had said he’d help you in any way possible, so maybe he would give you enough cash to get you out of the country, and a new life somewhere else…

Loud voices drew you from your contemplation and you had to give a little snort as you realised Natasha had been right, she was arguing with your newly acquired bodyguards. Right now, this wasn’t about you. It was about Ari. So, you took a deep breath, summonsed all the composure and self-assurance you could muster, and yanked the door open.

*****

Ransom blazed through his mansion, barking orders and dismissing everyone he came across, including Langley. He wasn’t in the mood for his best friend or dealing with business today, he could think about nothing other than you, and the unborn baby in your belly. A million and one feelings were brewing inside him, and he couldn’t really identify any specific one with the exception of fear. Fear that, if Steve found out, it would put you in even more danger than you were. No, it was imperative that his asshole brother never found out about this.

He poured himself a scotch and drained it in one, wincing a the burn in his throat. He refilled his glass and sank into the chair behind his desk, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. If only he knew what it was that Levinson had uncovered. If he could prove to his shit head brother that it wasn’t him who had ordered that fateful hit which had gone wrong then maybe Ransom could buy himself enough time whilst he figured out how to kill the fucker. Because, that was inevitable; Steve Rogers would die. His fate had been sealed the minute he’d fucked you.

It didn’t escape Ransom, however, that even if he managed to kill his brother, Steve had achieved what he had wanted. He’d taken you away. You, the person who Ransom loved most. The person who he would have single handedly faced the devil himself for. Killing Steve wouldn’t repair the broken fragments of your relationship, it wouldn’t wash away what Ransom had done to you, but…

“It’ll make me feel better.” He necked his drink again, standing to refill the glass, his hands clutching at the neck of the crystal decanter. He knew he was lying to himself, nothing was going to make him feel better. Nothing other than having you back where you belonged. Back in his arms, in his bed. He wanted to watch you do that adorable little twitch of the face as you woke up. He wanted to argue with you over getting a dog. He wanted to play fight with you over what movie you put on. He wanted to see you in his clothes, fluffy socks on your feet, hair tossed up in a messy bun as you sat on the sofa surrounded by junk. He wanted to see your belly as it grew with his baby, see the other changes that brought to your body. He wanted to hold you, yelling as you squeezed his fingers so hard they felt like they were going to break as you gave birth…

Tears welled in his eyes and with a loud yell of anger, frustration, and downright devastation, he launched the crystal decanter at the wall where it shattered into a million pieces.

As much as he solely wanted to blame Steve for this mess, Harlan and Levinson were right. This was his doing as much as it was his brothers. And he had no fucking idea how to fix any of it.

“And now I’ve got not fucking scotch!” He yelled. He took a step to the right with the intention of yanking open the door and shouting loud enough until someone brought him some more, but he stopped dead as something caught his eye. He glanced back down at his desk and spotted, for the first time, an A4 sized envelope. It had clearly arrived in the post, and he assumed it had been that morning given the date stamps. He picked it up, it was flat but card backed, the type of envelope that normally contained things that the sender didn’t want bending.

Temporarily, all thoughts of you and alcohol flew from his mind. He reached for the letter opener, slit the envelope from left to right along the top, and then turned it upside down.

Two photos fell out, one landed picture down. With a frown, Ransom tossed the envelope down on the desk and glanced down at the photo which was the right way up. His brow furrowed as he saw Rumlow sat at a table at the country club with a large bulky envelope in one hand, and a bound wad of notes in the other.

Ransom’s mouth dropped open as he realised what this was. It was a payment, and more specifically, he knew that the only reason anyone would send this to him was that it was the payment which had sealed Peggy Rogers’ fate. This was the deal that was made when Rumlow was supposed to shoot Steve. Which meant that, the other photo which still lay with its blank, white back facing upwards, was about to show him who had arranged it.

He swallowed, suddenly feeling hot and clammy with anticipation. The blood was thumping around his head and ears as he reached out, and turned it over. His eyes widened as he saw, for the first time, the person who had been responsible for the hit, the reason Steve hated Ransom so much, the reason he’d gone after you to seek revenge on the wrong person.

And he knew the man. He knew the man extremely well.

******

“Boss?”

Steve looked up to see Bucky in the doorway. “What is it, Buck?”

“Your brother is here.”

Steve’s brow furrowed, before he gave a little huff. “Well, show him in.”

A few minutes later, Ransom bustled into the room, the back of his long, tan coat flapping a little.

“Ransom, what a pleasant surprise.” Steve drawled. Ransom merely glared back at him. “Gun on the table,” Steve tapped the surface of this desk, “if you’d be so kind.”

With the filthiest look Ransom could muster, he reached into the waistband of his trousers and pulled out his weapon. He tossed it onto the desk.

“You packing anything else, no knives in your socks?” Steve arched a brow and Ransom scoffed.

“Knives ain’t my style.”

“Ah yes, never been one for getting your hands dirty.” Barnes chuckled from behind him and Ransom twisted his neck a little to look over his shoulder. “Tell me, how is Levinson?”

With a snarl, Ransom spun round. “You best hope he pulls through, because if he doesn’t…”

“You’ll do what?” Bucky stood still, not so much as flinching.

“Okay, boys, that’s enough.” Steve spoke, humour lacing his tone. “I’m sure we can all agree that what had to happen to Ari is…regrettable.”

“Regrettable? You did it, you stupid cunt. And for no reason.” Ransom tossed the package he was holding on the desk.

“What’s this?”

“An envelope.” Ransom deadpanned.

“Hilarious.” Steve rolled his eyes. “What’s in it?”

“Look and see. Or are you blind as well as fucking dumb?”

With his eyes still on Ransom’s, Steve reached for the envelope and pulled out the photos inside. Ransom watched and saw his brother’s eyes narrow, before they widened.

“Is this…”

“Yeah.” Ransom nodded

“What is it, Steve?” Buck asked as he walked round the side of the desk

“That is a picture. Well, two to be exact.” Ransom answered for Steve as Bucky took them. “Showing, what I believe, to be the meeting which set up the hit that was taken out on Steeby. The hit that killed Peggy.”

At the last sentence, Ransom bowed his head a little. Despite everything Steve was, he’d loved Peggy. Worshipped the ground she walked on and would do anything to keep her safe.

As he did and would with you. And your...

At the thought of you, and the baby in your belly, Ransom felt a stir of anger and his eyes returned to his brother who was now, he was both pleased and amused to see, looking utterly dumb struck.

“I told you it wasn’t me that organised it.“ Ransom spat, “you came after the wrong guy…and you…”

Steve looked at Ransom, his eyes locked onto his as he shook his head. “What do you want, an apology?”

Ransom snorted, “even now you can’t admit-“

“This doesn’t prove anything…” Steve waved the photo.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. And the one person that could confirm this is currently lying in a hospital bed because your guard dog couldn’t wait to get his knives out.”

“Levinson was tailing-“

“Because of what you did to Y/N!” Ransom snarled.

There was a moments silence, before Bucky cleared his throat. “Boss…I think…I think you should give these some serious consideration. I mean, why else would he-“ he jabbed his finger at the photo, “be meeting with Rumlow, huh? Who else did he want to have shot?”

“And why would anyone send it to me?” Ransom added.

“But why?” Steve frowned, “it makes no sense.

Ransom popped a shoulder. “He’s always been a jealous prick. Maybe he snapped, wanted to clear the path for himself, I don’t know. But we won’t either, not for sure, until we confront him.”

“If it is true…” Steve looked at Ransom, “I will kill him.”

Ransom popped a shoulder, “I ain’t gonna stop you.”

Steve took a deep breath, “Ransom…”

Ransom stood, waiting, his arms folded. But nothing came. Eventually he scoffed and reached for his gun.

“Save it, let’s go confront the son of a bitch. The sooner this is all over…” he trailed off. He was about to say the sooner this mess was dealt with, the sooner he could get back to putting things right with you. But, well, that wasn’t something he was sure would happen.

He tucked the gun into his waistband and then stood tall, brushing his hand through his hair. “Now, are you organising the flight to Boston, or shall I?”

**********

“Something smells good.”

“Pumpkin and Gingerbread cookies.” You grinned, turning to face him. “Shaped like…”

“Spooky stuff…” Ransom chuckled as he saw the array of different shaped cookies.

“Thought I’d do a test batch for Halloween.“

“You do know I booked catering for the party, right?” His arms circled you from behind.

“Yeah but I wanted to do something…”

He kissed your cheek, “so come on, let me test one.”

You grinned, and held one up over your shoulder for him to take a bite. He chewed, made an appreciative noise and swallowed.

“They’re good. Real good. Taste almost as good as you.”

You laughed and slapped his arm lightly. “Are hungry? I wasn’t sure if you would have eaten…”

“Starving…” he nipped at the skin behind your ear.

“I made lasagna,” you closed your eyes as his lips moved down your neck.

“Hmmm…rather have my dessert first,” his lips caressed your jaw.

“You can’t…”

“Says who?”

“That ain’t the way it’s done.” You mumbled and then giggled as he spun you to face him.

“I can do what the fuck I want,” he grinned as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. “And right now, I wanna do you.”

He lifted you easily onto the kitchen counter, his hands gripping the bottom of your sweater. You bit your lip as he pulled it over your head, groaning as he realised you had no bra on underneath.

His lips pressed to the hollow of your throat, before he kissed the swell of your breast. Then, his lips pulled in your nipple, teeth gently grazing the sensitive nub. You groaned, arching into him a little, your hands in his hair, nails scratching his scalp.

It wasn’t long until your leggings had been discarded, along with your panties and he was stuffed inside of you, your legs round his waist, ass perched on the edge of the counter. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust into you, over and over again.

“Fahk, princess…” his lips pressed to yours, swallowing your groan as he could feel you squeezing him. “You gonna cum, baby?”

“Yeah…yeah…oh…oh, god…Ran…”

With a moan, you tipped your head back, and Ransom grunted as he felt your heat squeezing him, pulling him in further…god, you were just exquisite. He loved you, with everything he had…

Ransom shifted in his seat, his eyes closed. It seemed a bittersweet curse that his dreams were always filled with memories of you. Maybe that was his penance for the way he’d treated you…

He popped an eye open and saw his brother sat on the other side of the jet, a scotch on his hand. He was contemplating something. In a way that the twins has always been able to do, Steve sensed Ransom’s eyes on him and turned to face him. Ransom looked away.

“So, humour me, Ranny…”

Ransom growled and looked at him, “what?”

“I’m curious. I mean, you know now, that Y/N wasn’t completely aware it was me at Stark’s party but…did you know she arranged to meet me?”

“Yes.” His reply was curt.

“She backed out.”

“I know.”

“I mean, if she’d gone through with it…I’d have sent you the photos anyway but…”

Ransom growled, “shut up.”

“But…back to my point. You know all of this…and yet you’ve not got her back yet…why?”

“None of your dammed business.”

“Ahhh, it’s not your choice, I see. She pissed you didn’t believe her?”

Ransom clenched his jaw, “keep talking…go on.”

Steve simply smirked and sat back, “I mean, your relationship can’t have been that strong if you didn’t believe her in the first place. How many other-“

He was cut off as Ransom shot out of his chair and gripped him round the neck, closing his fingers tightly.

“You don’t mention her. You got that? She’s nothing to do with you.”

Steve nodded as Ransom let go, sitting back down.

“You’re going soft.” He chuckled.

Ransom sighed, “shut up, Steve. You’re boring me now.”

“I mean, you have been threatening to kill me for weeks and here is your perfect opportunity. No one here but me and you.”

“Well, call me old fashioned but I think you deserve revenge on the man who really ruined your life.”

“And then…then what?”

Ransom shrugged.

“He ruined yours too, remember?” Steve sighed, “if he hadn’t organised that hit…then…I wouldn’t have…”

Ransom turned his head towards his brother and opened one eye. “Is that an apology?”

Steve simply smirked, “if you wanna call it that.”

“You never were any good at them.” Ransom closed his eyes again and let out a deep breath. “Even as a kid sorry never formed part of your vocabulary.”

“Wasn’t part of yours either.”

“Touche, Steeby, touché.”

The rest of the flight was spent in silence, and before long they were pulling up outside their Grandfathers mansion. The driver, who Harlan had sent for them both, had barely pulled to a stop before Steve was out of the car.

“Steve, hey…” Ransom hurried to catch him, gripping his shoulder, “just…wait…”

“I’ve waited long enough.”

Ransom looked at his brother before he sighed, “fine, have it your way.”

Steve stormed through the mansion, Ransom simply swaggering behind as they made their way to Harlan’s office. Not bothering to knock, Steve fling the door open and their grandfather didn’t flinch as he looked up.

“Ahh. I though I had heard you had arrived. I also heard from my security at the hospital, I told you, Ransom, no-”

He stopped mid sentence as Ransom simply tossed the envelope down on the desk and Harlan looked at it.

“What’s this?”

“Photos. Photos of Rumlow with the…” Steve took a deep breath, “the person who really organised the hit.”

“So this is what Levinson found out?” Harlan reached for it. Ransom nodded.

“You ain’t gonna like it.” He warned.

Harlan opened the envelope and pulled out the photos, and he groaned. “Oh you stupid….”

“Where is he?” Steve demanded.

“He’ll be at the publishers.”

“Fine…” Steve turned to go.

“Wait!”

“I can’t and won’t do that.” Steve shook his head. “I’m going to kill him, he’s been in the business long enough to know how this goes…”

“And so have I.” Harlan sighed, sadness in his tone. “I can’t and I won’t stop you...not after...” he sighed and shook his head. “But let me call him, get him to meet me at the warehouse. It’s…it’ll be empty today, and I don’t want this anywhere near our legitimate front. Plus…I’d like an explanation. He is…he is….”

Harlan seemed unable to finish his sentence and he merely trailed off. Steve looked at Ransom who popped a shoulder.

“Okay, fine.” Steve consented, “but tell him to make it quick.”

Harlan nodded and picked up his phone. It was about five seconds or so before he took a deep breath. “I need to see you.”

********

Another cliff hanger...yeah I’m evil...but WHO do YOU think it is???

Find out in Part 8

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Royal Flush-Part 5*

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size Reader

Summary: What price will the Drysdale family pay for the assassination of another mob family?

Note: CLIFFHANGER AHEAD!

Warnings🛑: mafia!au, soft!dark!ransom, mentions of violence, mentions of firearms, use of firearms, mentions of murder (not by reader), mentions of sexual acts, arranged marriage, forced relationship, manipulative relationship, graphic violence, mentions of blood, possible character death(👀)?

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Part 4 Part 6

Ransom came home after his men got the bodies cleaned up, he wasn’t a fan of mess. With Franelli out of the way, his focus was now to make a statement to the family about their new boss. He had Hector arrange a family dinner with Franelli’s old one and his along with his wife’s.

This was going to be a field day for Ransom.

Franelli’s assets tripled if not quadrupled his income, meaning he could build you a bigger and better boutique like you always wanted. Not that he couldn’t afford it before, but the thought of your smile made his heart flutter along with his dick.

He could already imagine the sweet, sweet blowjob in store.

You were out cold when Ransom got into your shared bed, his soft hand glided up your naked body under the covers. He didn’t stop when you shifted slightly, turning on your side so you faced him. Instinctively, you snuggled in his arms, humming in your sleep contently.

Ransom felt himself smile as he looked down at you.

“Where’d you go?” you questioned, voice heavy with sleep.

“Had something to take care of.” Ransom answered smoothly.

“Felt you gone,” you whispered, kissing his bare chest.

“I’m here now, go back to sleep.” he assured, squeezing you gently in his arms.

“Mmmkay,” you drawled, not hearing Ransom’s next words.

“It’s over now my love.” Ransom whispered, kissing your lips before finding sleep himself.

Ransom delivered the news to you the next morning.

“Are you fucking insane?!” you screeched, eyes wild as they looked up into his.

“I told you baby, no one fucks with us and especially no one fucks with my wife.” Ransom said, his nonchalant attitude made you even more angry.

“This is bad Ransom! Now his family is going to come after us there’s no way they’d accept you as head of their family! Not to mention his enemies will now be ours!” you shouted in his face.

“My love-” he started, but you held your hand up dismissively.

“Don’t try to sweet talk your way out of this!” you hissed, a smirk stretching on Ransom’s stupidly handsome face as he leaned into you.

Your back ran into the wall as his arms trapped you by being placed on either side of your head. The veins in his arms showcased since he’d earlier pulled the sleeves of his shirt up, causing your lower region to flutter.

“You were shot at, no way in hell was I going to let that piece of shit continue living.” he snarled, your eyes avoiding his as you recalled the memory.

“You didn’t have to kill him.” you muttered.

“I did, you know this is part of the life sweetness. Now, I have some other matters to attend to, you need to find an outfit for this evening.” Ransom smirked, leaning back to his full height.

“What’s tonight?” you hesitantly asked your husband.

“I’m going to deliver Franelli’s head to his worthless family and explain how I’m taking over their assets.” he answered.

“His-His head?” you whispered, bile rising to your throat.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll tell you when not to look.” he chuckled, sauntering off to his office.

Something felt wrong…

The news of Franelli’s death was traveling fast your mother informed you on the phone moments after Ransom left for his office. Ransom had said he’d doubled up on security yet you still felt like something was going to happen. The Franelli family wasn’t the type to give in, they were planning something.

You didn’t like how calm Ransom was being about the situation, how he didn’t seem to care that he assassinated a very well known mob boss. For once, you agreed with your mother about him being reckless.

“I’m afraid for you honey, your father is livid.” she told as you paced the walk in closet.

“I know mother but Ransom seems sure of his plan.” you sighed.

Suddenly, the hair on the back of your neck stood when you heard footsteps and the sound of glass breaking. Walking closer to the door, you peaked out the sliver to see someone in all black climbing through your bedroom window. Your heart froze as you turned off the phone, covering your mouth in case the intruder could hear your ragged breaths.

You couldn’t scream for help, no one would make it in time. More crashing and footsteps could be heard downstairs, you did your best not to scream. The person you could see looked under the bed, in the bathroom, then started coming for the closet. Fight or flight kicked in as you scrambled to hide, finding a corner you tucked yourself into. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your mind whirled as you feared not only for your own safety, but for Ransom’s.

“I know you’re here somewhere Mrs.Drysdale, come out, come out wherever you are.” a gravely voice called.

You waited what felt like hours, until you thought the man had given up when your heard the door creaking. Carefully, you peaked around from your corner and instantly regretted it. What you were sure was one of Franelli’s henchmen stood before you, his sickly smile made you scream in terror.

He grabbed you, dragging you kicking and screaming down the stairs. You fought with all your might until you saw Ransom coming after you. Relief washed over you, but just as quickly was snatched away when a gun shot rung out. Blood pooled at Ransom’s chest, your eyes widened as a wail so loud it caused your captor to drop you escaped your lips.

You hit the stairs with a thud, sharp pain piercing your hip, but you didn’t pay attention to that. You only cared about getting to your husband. Crawling to him, tears blurred your vision as his beautiful face came into view.

“Baby,” you whimpered, pressing the wound in hopes of stopping the bleeding.

“It’s ok,” he coughed, red tinging his lips.

“No-no, Ransom you’re gonna be fine. Hector!” you screamed, but in the back of your mind you knew no one was coming.

“Seems like you got the bad beat after all Drysdale.” a new voice said, your eyes looking to find Franelli’s son, Viktor.

You made a quick decision, grabbing Ransom’s pistol with one hand and held it up-aiming at Viktor. Ransom chuckled, somehow finding the strength to lift a finger that gently trailed from your temple and dragged down until his hand fell back.

“No, I got the royal flush.” he grinned, teeth stained with blood.

“Ransom,” you hushed him, clicking the safety off the pistol as Viktor stepped closer.

Viktor held up his own pistol, Ransom fought through the dizziness and the pain to shield his wife. His body wouldn’t cooperate and neither would said wife since she held him down.

“This is for my father you son of a bitch.” Viktor seethed, aiming right for your head.

“Go to hell,” you hissed, gasping when another gun came to the side of Viktor’s head.

Your father stepped into the room, a look on his face you’d never seen. Ransom wanted to sigh in relief while you wanted to jump in your fathers’ arms.

“Drop it,” your father growled, his men falling in behind as the surrounded Viktor.

You felt safe enough to turn your attention back to your husband as you sat the pistol aside.

“My beautiful love, my only love, god I love you.” he whispered, his voiced gurgling slightly.

“Stop talking baby,” you sobbed, pressing against his chest harder.

“I left everything…everything for you and our child.” he rasped, lifting a bloody hand to cup your face.

“You’re NOT dying Ransom!” you screeched, more blood pooling around your hands.

“I love you, say it back.” he pleaded.

“Baby-” you started, shaking your head vehemently.

“Please,” he croaked.

“I love you! I love you Ransom and you’re not leaving me!” you sniffled, crying harder when he smiled.

Ransom slowly closed his eyes, his breathing coming to a shallow stop. You weren’t sure how long you spent screaming over his body, begging him to come back, saying how much you loved him and apologizing for not telling him sooner.

It was your mother that came and gently pulled you back as the paramedics took his body. You inconsolably sobbed in your mothers’ arms, covered in Ransoms’ blood, mourning your dead husband.

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Is it a crime?

Chapter 7

Pairing: mob boss!Bucky Barnes x mob boss!reader

Word count: 5.7k

warnings: badly written smut, ANGST!, pregnancy tests, pregnancy, mentions of cemetery, Bucky messing shit up,

A/N: I’m slightly sorry for this! Also I’m having problems with links and tagging. For anyone on my current tag list I’m so sorry if you get more than one notification from me for this chapter I have no idea what’s going on with dumblr!!

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Ch. 6

The rhythmic thump of the music could be felt throughout the building. It was the grand opening of the club and while all of your guests were set up in the VIP section you were still finishing some things up. Truth be told you were slightly nervous. There was no going back and things had been almost too quiet for your liking. But you knew Pierce’s game too well. He would let you have your fun tonight and strike while he thought you would be getting comfortable. So you kept your guard up, especially after Steve had been shot. It had been a whole month since the incident and although the trigger men had been dealt with whoever sent the order was running around free. The red skulls weren’t making big moves either. Just enough to keep Bucky and Sam busy.

A knock at your door has you shifting your focus from your paperwork. You smile when you see the man before you.

“Rocket, you've finally decided to join us.”

“Yeah Well what can I say? California was treating me right.” He says as he sat down across from you. He had been part of Peter's crew and he was an amazing thief. Although he could be cranky most of the time he was also very sensitive. He was known to go off on anyone that would compare him to a raccoon. But he was short, slightly hairy and had raccoon-like features.

“So I take it the deal is good to go?”

“Everything is smoothed out with Killmonger. It’s just a matter of giving him the go ahead. Same goes with Everett.”

“Good. I didn’t want to deal with him, he can be a real pain in the ass.”

“Maybe it’s the cold weather. Anyway I’m gonna go say hi to the rest of the gang.” He stands up quickly.

“Wait, I’ll walk out with you,” You say as you get up from your desk.

Taking the paperwork you had been reading and placing it in a drawer. You smooth out your black dress as you head out of your office with Rocket at your side. He fills you in on his trip as you walk down the hallway but you both stop at the doorway. He heads toward the private section where the rest of the group is and you head toward the vip section.

The music is deafening once you leave the quiet hall. But opening night has been a success. The vip section is completely booked and the dance floor on the lower level is packed. The lights are low, only the colorful stage lights that seem to dance to the music fill the otherwise dark room. You head toward the booth you know is holding your next possible allies and the people part like the Red Sea for you. The two men you came to see are in a deep discussion, one clean shaven, wearing a Henley and most likely some jeans while his counterpart is in a button down, slacks and has a nicely groomed beard. You smile when you make eye contact.

“There you are. I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

“Me forget about you? Come on Drysdale, I know better than that.” You say as you finally stop in front of them. “Barber, are you having a good time?”

“We are honey, thanks for the invite.” He smiles up at you and it makes you wonder how someone like him ended up in this world.

Andy Barber and Ransom Drysdale were half brothers and they ruled Boston. Before everything happened your family had deals with theirs. You wanted to negotiate some terms and start working with them again. Andy was the businessman, if you wanted anything to happen you had to get to him and he wasn’t afraid to do the work. Ransom was a bit of a wildcard but he was great with strategies, especially if someone came trying to start trouble. He was more impulsive though he didn’t necessarily like to get his hands dirty. They made a good team.

Ransom stood up, placed his hands around your waist and pulled you into him. He gave you a cocky smirk as he looked down at you.

“Why don’t you show me that office of yours and we can start the real party.”

“Drysdale, I have at least three people with guns pointed at you. All I have to do is give them a sign and they’ll shoot, I suggest you let me go.” You say jokingly.

“High risk high reward baby.” He smirked before placing a kiss on your cheek and you laughed as you smacked his chest.

“Listen gentlemen, enjoy your night. I’ll be back over later and we can discuss terms.” You say loud enough for them to hear.

Andy reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out an envelope. “Here are our conditions.”

You wink in his direction as you take the envelope before turning and walking away.

People move out of your way again as you move down to the other side of the vip section. A much rowdier crowd waited for your arrival. You’re swept up in one quick motion and if it wasn’t because you knew who it was, he’d be dead on the floor already.

“Thor Odinson, put me down.” You said with a laugh.

He did as you asked but brought you into a hug. He was dressed in a dark t-shirt under a suit jacket and matching slacks. His long blond hair was pulled up into a messy bun and he had the most brilliant smile.

“How have you been?” His voice somehow still booms over the music.

“Good, I’m happy you were able to make it.”

Thor grabs his drink off the table and salutes you before finishing it off. “I’m happy to be here and I can’t wait to see what we can do together.” He pulls an envelope out of his jacket and hands it to you. You smile and take it.

“I'll come by later and we can discuss terms, in the meantime enjoy yourself.” You say before wave at his own security, Brunnhilde.

Thor and his brother Loki, ran Miami. It was a good thing to have them as business partners since they also had some of the best people making their drugs. It was the highest quality and that’s why he was on top of the world. That and as adorable as he looked, Thor was ruthless and no one dared get in his way.

As much as you wanted to go and join your group in the private area you knew you had to review these possible deals so you head back to your office. You make a mental note to not stay more than half an hour tops, you did want to celebrate. This club was bringing you one step closer to what you wanted to do.

You weren’t alone for long. There’s a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Bucky. He was dressed in his signature all black suit and button down. You smiled at him but noticed his expression was unusually serious. He looked like a man on a mission.

“Everything ok?” You ask as you stand to make your way around the desk to lean against it.

His eyes traveled the length of your body, taking in the slit in your dress and the cut of it that revealed some of your cleavage. Bucky caged you in, his cologne was intoxicating. His hands were on either side of you. His expression softened when you smiled up at him but only slightly.

“Not really.” He finally says.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you really working with Barber and Drysdale?”

“Yes, we have some enemies and goals in common. This partnership helps both of those things.”

He hums as he studies your face. Bucky’s eyes darken as they move from your eyes to your mouth and down to your chest.

“You know with all this red skull bullshit I’ve been so busy I don’t even remember the last time I saw you.” He runs his knuckle back and forth on your cheek before he moves his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. “I was looking forward to spending some time with you tonight. But imagine my disappointment when I have to watch those two idiots out there put their hands on you.”

You smirk up at him. “My my, someone sounds jealous.” You reply as your hands run up his arms and stop around his neck. There was something about when he got possessive that turned you on. The thrill of him acting out because of it shot straight to your core. “Is that what it is? Did you want all of my attention to yourself? You don’t like it when other men put their hands on me?” You bump your nose against his.

“I’ve decided to break my one rule with you. Guess I’m going to have to remind you who you belong to.”

You raise an eyebrow but you’re thrilled at the possibility of finally being with Bucky. He takes off his suit jacket and tosses it behind him. Then he grabs your hips and lifts you so that you’re completely seated on the desk. Excitement and need pools between your legs at the heated gaze Bucky sends your way as his hand disappears under the slit of your dress. You part your legs willingly for him and he rips off the panties you had been wearing and pushes your dress up.

You gasp when you feel his fingers move through your already glistening folds as he gathers your slick.“So wet for me already baby?” He brings his fingers to his mouth and groans as he cleans them off.

“Just as sweet as I remember.” His thumb circles your clit slowly and you moan. “Do you remember how good I made you feel? How good you were for me?”

“Y-yes, Bucky please.” You beg, your lips against his. “I wanna feel you.” You say before you kiss him and taste yourself on his tongue.

“Don’t you remember? I gotta get you ready first.”

Bucky pushes one finger in and curses under his breath when he feels you clench around his finger. He takes his time as he begins to pump his finger before adding another and moving a bit faster.

“Oh fuck.” You say as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Please, I’m so close.”

Bucky picks up his pace and flexes his fingers until he finds your g-spot. Your eyes roll back when you hear him whisper in your ear. “Come for me.” You do just as he says as you moan his name.

You’ve barely come down from your high when you hear the sound of a belt being undone and then a zipper being opened. Subconsciously you lick your lips as Bucky pulls himself out. You forgot how big he truly was, when you look up he’s smirking down at you.

“I swear if you-“ you are interrupted by Bucky sliding his hardened length through your folds, the head of his cock hitting your now sensitive clit. It sends a shiver up and down your spine every time he does it.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, fuck me already!” You whine. Your grip on his shoulders tighten as you finally feel him push in. The stretch is delicious and you throw your head back as the pleasure of being with Bucky consumes you. His lips settle on your neck as he kisses and nips at your skin. With his free hand he pulls down the top of your dress. His lips close around your now exposed nipple, his tongue swirling around your pebbled peak. You both groan when he finally bottoms out. “Please move.” You beg after a moment.

“Fuck, just give me a second. It’s been so long since I’ve had you like this.”

His words hit you square in the chest and the mood shifts from a quick fuck to something deeper. You pull him down for a kiss less driven by possessiveness and more by love and the reality that you can be with each other. Your fingers work quickly to unbutton his shirt before you start kissing his neck and move down to his chest.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered as your hands traveled over his now exposed skin. “I love you.” Your fingers run over some of the exposed scar tissue on his left shoulder and you press delicate kisses on the area.

“I love you too baby.” Bucky says before he rolls his hips. “You feel so good around me, just like I remember.”

He kisses you again not caring that he is ruining your lipstick. It’s all moans and soft touches but the pace he sets is fast and hard. He groans when you clench around his cock. Bucky reaches in between your bodies and begins to circle your clit again and all you can do is tighten your hold on him as he thrusts into you. You kiss and mark his skin while He mumbles sweet praises in your ear as he lays you down completely. You wrap your legs around his waist and you move your hips to meet his thrusts. Bucky cups and kneads your breast before leaving open mouth kisses in your chest.

“You’re so close again baby, I can feel it. Fuck, gripping me so tight. Are you going to be good for me and come one more time?”

You nod as you feel that familiar coil tighten low in your belly. Your hands are in his hair and you pull harshly causing Bucky to moan.

“Oh fuck, give me one more baby, come for me.”

His words send you over the edge, his name on your lips as you feel the rhythm he set falter as he reaches his own high. Both of you are a panting sweaty mess. Bucky rests his forehead against your chest and he feels when you begin to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

“That’s one way to celebrate a grand opening.”

Bucky smiles when he looks up at you. He places one last kiss on your chest before standing up and slowly pulling out of you and tucking himself back in his pants. You whine at the loss of his warmth. Bucky offers you his hand to sit you back up and places a kiss on your forehead before walking over to your bathroom and grabbing some tissues to clean you both up.

“I ruined your makeup and your dress.” He mentions it casually.

“Can you try and not sound so smug about it.” You counter as you try to stand on wobbly legs. It didn’t help that you still had your heels on. Bucky wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. He helps you get to the bathroom. “I brought another outfit. I had a feeling you’d get like this.”

“Look who’s smug now. But maybe you should stay like this.” He gives you a quick peck. “Let them know you’re taken.”

You roll your eyes as you clean up your makeup. Bucky leans against the bathroom wall and watches you after getting redressed. After a few minutes you’re all set with another black dress similar to the first one you had. Bucky stands behind you as you make eye contact in the mirror and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You cup his cheek and smile at him before turning and capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

“Do me a favor,” he says as he stands up straighter.

“Hhmm?”

“Be careful with Drysdale. He can’t be trusted.”

“Bucky we’re all mobsters none of us can be trusted.”

“You can trust me.” He pulls you closer to him. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know love, and I do trust you. But this is just business and really I’m working with Barber. He’s good at what he does and I’ve worked with him before. And if they try anything you can do whatever you want to defend my honor.”

“I like the sound of that.”

You smile up at him. “We should go, everyone will be wondering where we are.”

“Fine. But you owe me a night, just us at the hideout.”

“I can do that.” You smile at him.

He lets you go and you move out of the bathroom and into your office. You wanted to spend some time with your people and help them celebrate the success of the club.

“Shit I’ll be right there I have to take this.” Bucky said as he pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket. You nodded and walked out of the office and headed to the private room meant for you and your friends.

They cheer once you walk through the door behind the bar. Sam and Steve get up from their seats, each of them giving you a hug and congratulating you. You order your drink and sit with everyone just talking and enjoying their company.

One of the side doors opens and one of the security guards that should be posted at the main entrance stands in the doorway.

“Miss Y/L/N, your last guest is here.” He says and steps out of the way to reveal the last person you wanted to see.

Dot stands there with her usual curls and what you assume is either a light pink or white dress. Her smile is brilliant as she looks around the room.

“Oh I’m so happy all of Bucky’s friends are here.” She says as she walks further into the room. “I have some really exciting news.”

Sam and Steve look at each other before looking at you. Your smile had disappeared and was replaced by a scowl. Everyone in the room knew immediately that whatever happened next wasn’t going to be good.

Bucky was finally able to end the call after what felt like a lifetime. He was ready to relax and help you celebrate your success and the fact that Steve had recovered. But when he got to the private room something was off. Even with the music blasting out on the dance floor this room was quiet. Everyone stood towards the center of the room so he got closer to see what was happening. The last thing he expected was to find Dot there. When he got close enough she saw him and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck.

“There you are honey. I was wondering where you were.” She said in a sickly sweet tone. Her lips were on his before he knew what was happening.

Bucky pulled back and looked in your direction and his heart dropped. He'd never seen you like this and he wasn’t sure what was going through your head. You looked more than annoyed at Dot’s presence, he could see the rage and something else in your eyes. But it wasn’t directed at the blonde, it was directed at him.

“Will you get off of me? What are you even doing here?” Bucky grabbed her hands and pulled them away from him. He looked over at Steve and Sam silently asking what was going on.

Sam shook his head, his expression serious and Steve would barely even look at him. His jaw tense as he stared daggers at Dot.

“Well I knew you would be here with all your friends so I thought what better time to tell everyone the great news.”

“What news?” What are you talking about?” He was annoyed that Dot was trying to ruin something else for him simply by being there. So her next words caught him completely by surprise.

“The baby.” She held up a sonogram. “Aren’t you excited we’re going to be parents.”

Bucky froze, there was no way this was real and that it was happening. Dot’s lips were moving but all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. When he looked at you he could see you were trying to fight back the tears. He was furious at Dot for setting something like this up.

“It’s so weird to think that I’m already 10 weeks along.” She placed her hand over her nonexistent baby bump.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing but that kid ain’t mine.” He growled before trying to move towards you to explain.

You turned your head and said something to Clay and Roque. Just as he was about to reach you Clay stood in his way while you walked out of the room with Jake following you.

“I have to talk to her.”

“No fucking chance, you and your fiancé need to leave. I suggest you leave before we make you.”

“Fuck you.” Bucky tells Clay and starts walking by him but doesn’t get far. He gets pulled back instead of pushed. Steve and Sam were the ones to grab him and pull him back.

“Trust me if you want even a sliver of a chance to fix this you’ll leave now.” Steve says before letting go.

“No, I need to talk to her.”

“What you need to do is leave.” It was Peter this time who stepped up.

“Bucky, let's just go honey.”

“Dot, shut up and leave.” Bucky turned back your team and started making his way through them.

He could see you talking with Barber and Drysdale and motioning for them to follow you. All he wanted was a chance to explain and suddenly his view of you is blocked. Jake was standing in front of him with a murderesque expression on his face.

“Why are you still here?” Jake asked as he glared at Bucky.

But Bucky didn’t answer, instead he walked toward the door behind the bar to try and reach you. He didn’t get too far because Jake had pulled him back. Suddenly Bucky’s right fist connects with Jake’s jaw. Jake is quick to grab Bucky by his jacket and he’s ready to hit right back. The rest of the group moves quickly to stop things from getting more out of control.

“I’m not leaving until I talk to Y/N.”

“Don’t you get it you fucking idiot,” Rocket called out from the other side of the room. “She’s the one who wants you to leave.”

“If you really care about her you will.” Aisha added.

Bucky sighed, frustrated as he looked around the room. Not only were your people ready to chop his head off for hurting you but so were Steve and Sam. His shoulders deflated when he realized that they were right, there was no use in trying to talk to you at the moment.

“Tell her that I need to talk to her, please.” He looked at Jake. “It’s not what she thinks.”

“My job is to have her back, not yours. If you care about her as much as you say you do you’ll figure out a way. I always thought she deserved better anyway.”

Steve grabbed Bucky before he was able to swing at Jake again. Sam guides Dot out of the room while Steve pushes Bucky in the same direction.

Dot was more than pleased with the outcome of her little stunt. She couldn’t show it but the look on your face when she had announced it was more than enough to keep her going. She had been worried at first that her being pregnant would ruin her plans but it’s working out in her favor.

“What are you smiling about?” Sam asks, he had kept his eyes on her the whole time.

“I can’t be happy that I’m going to have a baby with my soon to be husband?”

“I don’t know who put you up to this but you better stop.” Bucky snapped at her once the four of them were outside.

“No one put me up to anything honey. I really am pregnant. I’ll take another pregnancy test if you want just to prove it.”

“Good, let’s go.” Bucky grabbed her arm and pulled her harshly.

“Ow Bucky you’re hurting me.” Dot whined as she struggled to keep up.

“Trust me, you would know what real pain was if I decided to hurt you.”

Steve and Sam just looked at each other before following.

It was going to be a long night.

You said your goodbyes to Thor and once he was out of your club the rest of the team gathered in your office. There were flutes of champagne already served and everyone grabbed a drink.

“Here is to our successful first steps. Thanks to Rocket for securing our partnership with Killmonger and Everett.” You tip your champagne flute towards him. “I’m happy to say that Barber, Drysdale and Odinson have also agreed to work with us. I know for all of you coming to New York and fighting for a place here isn’t necessary but I’m grateful that you’ve decided to have my back so that I can take down the man who took everything from me. These next few weeks and even months aren’t going to be easy but we’ll come out on top. And I reiterate the promise I made to all of you before, that I’ll give you as much as you’ve given me and that I’ll have your back just like you’ve had mine.” You raise your drink. “To us.”

Everyone whoops and hollers as they clink their glasses together before taking a drink. They talk amongst themselves as you drink your champagne in one go. You turn and sit at your desk and just watch them. It was difficult to celebrate when you had this terrible ache in your chest. Part of you didn’t want to believe what Dot has said, that she was just messing with you but you also knew Bucky had been with other women during those 10 years. You couldn’t blame him,you had been with other men before you thought you could ever return. Maybe it was the fact that you had been together right before that bombshell was dropped.

“Want to talk about it?” Jake was leaning against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you.

“Nothing to talk about.” You wave your hand dismissively. “I just don’t like being blindsided.”

“Still, it must’ve hurt to hear that. I know if it were me I wouldn’t be ok.”

“I’m not here for Bucky, I’m here for Pierce. That’s all that I should focus on anyways. That little announcement was just a reminder that my focus was shifting.”

“Well if you’re sure. I’m here whenever you need me.” He gave you his signature Jake smile.

“Thanks JJ.”

“Who is the father?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth as he held the fifth positive pregnancy test in his hand.

“Who else could it be, it’s your baby.”

“There’s no way that baby is mine, Dot.”

“Well then you do the math because I’m ten weeks along and what did we do ten weeks ago after we left your club?” She raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Must I remind you, I can give you all the details but it ends with me being pregnant.”

Bucky crushed the pregnant test in his hand before crossing the room, he was ready to wrap his hands around her throat. Dot was ruining everything for him. He couldn’t get your face out of his head, how hurt you looked. It just added insult to injury considering you had been together for the first time in 10 years and now it’s been ruined. It was all because of Dot, Bucky wasn’t sure what she was playing at but he intended to find out.

Steve stands between him and Dot. He’d seen that rage before and once bucky got started he wouldn’t stop.

“Get the fuck out of my way Rogers.”

“Bucky, think this through will ya?”

“I am.”

“This isn’t the way to get your answers and you know we don’t hurt women and children. Now did you or did you not sleep with Dot?”

Bucky looks away from Dot and focuses on his friend. He sighs before turning away.

“Once.”

“Finally, was that so hard to admit?” Dot asked from behind Steve.

“You were forgettable at best.” He snapped at her.

“Ok, Jesus this is childish.” Sam interrupts their back and forth. “So we can agree that Dot is pregnant and the father is unknown.”

Dot glared at Sam.

“You’ve proven that you’re pregnant, you can leave now.” Bucky walks to his front door and opens it.

“Fine, we’ll talk after we tell your parents. I’m sure they’ll be excited to know they’re going to be grandparents.” Dot says as she crosses the living room. “I’ll see you later honey.” She tries to kiss Bucky but he pulls away.

“How bad was it?” Bucky asks as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. Steve moved quickly and snatched it out of his hand.

“If you think I’m going to let you call her, you're dumber than I thought.”

“I just need to see her, tell that the baby isn’t mine.”

“It’s not going to be that simple.” Sam spoke up before sighing. “Y/N walked out so happy, like things were going right for the first time in a long time and then she’s blindsided by this. If she even forgives you, it’s going to take a while.”

“Fuck.” Bucky runs his hand over his face. He doesn’t know what comes next, he’s unsure of how to fix this.

“Can at least one of you talk to her, to try and see where her head is at?”

Steve and Sam look at each other again. They don’t like being stuck in the middle but they’ve known how much you love each other. Especially Steve so he volunteers to talk to you soon before they leave for the night. It’s hard for Bucky, he’s left with nothing but his thoughts and they drive him crazy.

You’d barely slept, still thinking about the events of the night before. The house was relatively quiet and you assumed everyone was still asleep. Well everyone except Cougar. He sat at the dining room table, his favorite sniper rifle laid on the table as he cleaned it.

“Boss.” He says with a nod.

“Cougar.” You said as you stopped to watch what he was doing. “Getting ready for target practice or are you going somewhere?”

“I’m not, but you are.” He stops what he’s doing and looks up at you again. “If you give me another five minutes I’ll be ready.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere.”

He raises his eyebrows, silently calling you out.

“I’m just going to the cemetery.”

“And I’ll keep my distance, like I always do.”

“Fine. I’m leaving in 10 minutes with or without you.” You say as you walk towards your study.

“Good morning, mi niña.” Rosie stops organizing some things on your desk when she sees you walk in. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“No Rosie, I’m good thanks.”

You sit at your desk and notice a wooden box sitting there. Rosie pushes it towards you.

“Open it.”

You unhook the small gold latch on the front and pull on the lid. A pistol sits in the center along with its magazine laid on the red satin covered cushion. The pistol was engraved with an intricate design of flowers and vines. It was familiar to you but you weren’t sure where you had seen it. You grab it and inspect it, turning it around until you find a set of initials.

“Rosie, did this belong to my mother?” You look at the older woman in disbelief.

“Yes, the night she died she had given it to Mr. Rogers so that he could take a look at it because it kept jamming on her. He brought it back but your parents had already gone out and well you know the rest.” She sighs as she sits across from you. “You father couldn’t bear to see it and told me to get rid of it. He got it for her on their first wedding anniversary; she never went anywhere without it. I thought that I would give it to you when you took over the business.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried but failed to keep the tears in.

“I had Mr. Rogers looked at it again this week and he cleaned it and made sure it wouldn’t jam again.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you Rosie. I think I’ll buy a display for it.” You say as you look back down at the gun in your hand.

“Absolutely not. You have to keep it with you. It’s the one way your mother can protect you now.”

You looked between the gun and Rosie and sighed.

“Ok, I’ll use it.” Unlocking and opening the bottom drawer where you kept a spare gun and an over the shoulder holster and just grabbed the holster. You take off the jacket that you were wearing and secure the holster before grabbing the gun and putting it in place. “How does it look?”

“Like you’re meant to take over all of New York.”

You smile at her just as Cougar stands in the doorway.

“The car is ready Boss.”

“See you in a little bit Rosie.” You wave to her as you head out and head toward the front door.

“Boss you’ve got company.” Cougar says as you come up behind him.

“Can we talk?” Steve waves at you from the front steps.

“This isn’t a good time and I know you know I don’t want to talk about it.”

“He just wants to talk.”

“I don’t want to hear what he has to say.”

“Otter,” Steve catches your wrist as you walk past him. “Just think about it?”

“I did, I spent all night thinking about it. You can tell him to leave me the fuck alone. He should focus on his future wife and child.” You spat before walking off. Steve sighs but decides to walk away.

You stood in front of your parents' graves. At least they had been laid to rest side by side. That knowledge provided very little comfort but at least it was something. You placed a kiss on your fingertips and then touched your father’s headstone before doing the same to your mother’s headstone.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” You say.

You hear a chuckle behind you. “I do things in my time, not yours. This is my city after all.”

“Not for much longer, Alexander.”

Ch. 8

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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Here we go again lads! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

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foreversecrets · 1 year

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Disgruntled Drysdales

Rogers Family Expansion

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Victoria (OC)

Summary: Things were going great, he was preparing to say the "L' word, so naturally it was time for everything to go to shit.

Though they’d gotten off to a hesitant start, once they started cohabitating Ransom and Tori found themselves comfortable with one another. About six months in he was nearly ready to use the ‘L’ word. IT surprised him how easy it was to be a husband, especially when he didn’t work and his wife willingly took on the breadwinner role. Not that he was cooking or cleaning around the house like a proper house husband, he hired people to handle those responsibilities, but he made an effort to always be home before her so he could welcome her home and assist in her decompressing from work as well as kissing her goodbye every morning. It inadvertently made him live a healthier life, he wasn’t staying out all night getting drunk or stoned, his schedule was pretty lax but improvement nonetheless. He woke up to his wife off for the day with a kiss and a cup of coffee, breakfast at one of his many siblings homes, spend a few hours at the gym, lunch with his shitty mother and step or other members of the Thrombey Family, and then head home to be with Tori. That was another massive change for him, he genuinely cared about Tori’s well being and happiness which was reciprocated without requirements or terms. Tori's harsh exterior could melt away and become relaxed, even playful when it was just the two of them. He’d never admit it to his siblings but he was grateful to his family for forcing him into this arrangement.

Victoria found herself in similar musings, she’d loved her life before but there was something about knowing someone who cared for you at home waiting for you to unload day and unwind together. It didn’t matter the capacity, it could be chilling and watching television together or fucking the day away. It has surprised her to learn Ransom’s mommy issue had manifested as a kink, where this grumpy man turned into a bottom in the bedroom, something Victoria adapted to once she cleared the air about not wanting to actually become a mother. His relief and willingness to ensure they didn’t have kids but could play in the bedroom however they decided. It was the final nail in Tori’s coffin, she could no longer state she didn’t love her husband.

A year into marriage that happiness was threatened when Tori went to see the doctor. She had had a cold her doctor prescribed antibiotics for but a month later she was starting to feel sick again and was concerned something more serious might be wrong with her. As a concerned husband, Ransom accompanied her to the appointment where the doctor ordered some tests to be run.

“Good news, you aren't sick but you are pregnant,” the doctor's smile immediately dropped at the expecting parents' reactions. Ransom’s face reddened, his whole body tense while Tori was completely frozen, like she wasn’t present in the moment.

“I’m on birth control and we always use protection.”

“Birth control isn’t always 100%, it was probably negated by the antibiotics you were previously on. As for condoms: they break, they expire, they can be faulty, or applied correctly.”

“Ransom?” Tori looked up to her husband, fighting back angry tears that wanted to fall. But instead of receiving the supportive husband she needed, she was faced with the cold version of Hugh Drysdale, the man who was normally reversed for visits to his mothers family.

“What are our options?” There was no emotion in his voice as he put space between himself and Tori, like her condition was contagious and he’d catch it if he stood too close.

“Um … there’s-”

“Thank you for your assistance. I will be keeping my child.” Tori snapped, gathering her clothes, escaping from the examination room.

She found sanctuary in the restroom where she practically ripped the paper examine gown off, tossed it to the floor and collapsed on top of it finally letting her tears fall. Looking down at her flat stomach and crying even harder. How was this fair? Annie was actually trying to have a kid and it kept resulting in miscarriages not to mention the difficulties getting pregnant in the first place and here she was accidentally pregnant not knowing what to do. She knew what Ransom wanted, what they both had agreed on but that was no longer an option. Their family of two would never be that again, regardless of the decisions that followed. If she aborted or put the kid up for adoption she’d never have peace again she would be consumed with the what ifs and pain of terminating the pregnancy or full of concern over the child's life once she signed away her rights. She’d had students who made those choices and the mental turmoil they endured for months after the fact was ever prevalent in her mind, so no, she wouldn’t choose either of those options. They’d fucked up and now she would endure the consequences either with her husband or alone. Raising the kid herself she knew she had the financial means to provide for the kid and they would be given every opportunity to succeed.

Did she want to have a baby? No. Did she want to give it away? No. Did she want to terminate the pregnancy? No.

“Babe, open the door.” Ransom’s angry voice came through the door, snapping her out of her self pity. “We need to talk about this!”

No, she wasn’t ready to talk. She got dressed, washed her tear streaked face and exited the bathroom where Ransom was waiting for her. He opened his mouth to speak but she put her hand up to stop him. “Dont. I don’t want to talk about this right now. I’m still processing and your anger isn’t helping.”

“Of course I’m-”

She couldn’t handle him right now, she walked past him pulling out her phone and ordering an uber, Ransom trailed behind her. She’d handled him mad before, that was him anytime he was around his mother but right now she was vulnerable and full of her own self hate. She kissed his cheek throwing him off guard long enough for her to get into the uber and drive off.

She went to Juliana; she'd become close to the other mafia born wife of the Rogers since she herself joined the family given their commonalities in upbringing. Though the two of them were close but Jewls was unpredictable. She needed to talk to someone about the pregnancy that was objective, granted she didn’t know how Jewls would react but she was her best bet. None of the siblings had kids yet, with the exception of Frank and Daphne who were raising Mary so she could have theoretically gone to anyone but Annie and Steve. But she choose Jewls because of their connection and Ransom’s fear of the psycho woman who he was convince would one day murder him.

Jewls wasn’t expecting company but as always she welcomed Tori in with open arms, the two getting comfortable on the couch with a bottle of wine. The refusal of a wine glass sent Tori into a spiral as she confessed everything to her friend.

“You are the one who has to live with whatever decision is made and if Ransom fights you on it let me know.” Jewls put her hands together and wiggled her fingers. “Lloyd bought me a sexy new sniper, I’d be happy to give it a trail run on your husband.”

“You’re not killing my brother.” Lloyd signed entering the room with a bag of peanuts. He dropped a kiss to his wife's forehead and plopped down in the arm chair. “He occasionally deserves your ire but he is family.”

“Baby,” Jewls purred, an evil flint in her eyes. “How would you react if I said I was pregnant?”

Lloyd choked on the peanut he tossed in the air to catch with his mouth, Jewls bursting into laughter while Lloyd coughed and tried to dislodge the small nut from his esophagus. “I thought we agreed to wait, Princess?” Recovering from choking he didn’t give a shit about Tori seeing the softer side of himself he reversed solely for his wife.

“Relax, I’m not but your asshole brother blew up. You at least tried to be composed, whereas Ransom nearly demanded an abortion on the spot without even considering Tori.”

Relieved he wasn’t the problem he relaxed back into his chair as his wife had instructed. “Congrats?” he asked Tori. “Are we happy or not?”

“I don’t know,” she confessed, pressing on her temples to try and ease the stress headache that had formed.

“Well would you be okay killing it?” Lloyd asked simply, Tori shook her head. “What about having someone else raise it?” another head shake. “Well there you go mommy/”

“Gross, don’t call me that!” Tori groaned, finally laughing. “Only Ransom calls me that.”

It was Lloyd’s turn to cringe in disgust, “Great now I have to put a bullet in my head.”

“You set yourself up for that,” Jewls laughed. “You can stay here if you’d like tonight.”

“Thanks but I should go home and talk to Ransom, but I will probably be back.”

The Drysdale’s had had minor disagreements and spate throughout their marriage but never as bad as they fight that ensured that night when Tori returned home. She confided that she wasn’t happy about the situation but now that she was pregnant she was going to raise this child with or without him. Ransom’s choice taken from him without regard for his thoughts or arguments was reminiscent of how his family had treated him only enraging him further. It's like he could just not be involved, by the contact of their marriage they were required to reside together 8 months out of the year. And he was always home so that put the majority of the responsibilities on his shoulder. A point he mentioned that she wanted him to fulfill but his opposition had her countering with hiring a nanny.

That night Ransom slept on the couch, unable to reason or resolve things with his wife. Several weeks he spent sleeping on that couch he’d previously loved but now despised before they moved into a two bedroom place and Tori started sleeping on an air mattress in what would be the nursery, leaving their bed for him. His hard demeanor nearly cracked at the nonverbal act of care for his well being, even while their marriage was on the rocks. Then her baby bump began to show and his frustration was reinvigorated, his stubbornness winning out.

He found himself falling back into old habits of drugs and alcohol but try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to revert into his manwhore ways. The thought of him sleeping with someone who wasn’t his wife was unappealing which left him unable to perform even while indulging in porn. Which was probably for the best, if their current estrangement could be overcome cheating would have ultimately been the straw to fully break their marriage.

Throughout Tori’s pregnancy his brothers and their partners were the ones to support and care for Tori, even trying to reason with Ransom but he was unphased.

It was during the third trimester he decided he didn’t want to lose Tori, he still wasn’t sure how to handle the baby situation but he decided to take things one step at a time. To get back into his wife's food graces he had Curtis assist him in preparing the nursery and building all the furniture Tori had ordered. In doing so, Ransom discovered he was having twin daughters. For the first time in his life, Ransom pushed past his anger and continued the task listening to his older brother for how Tori had wanted the nursery painted. Apparently the twins would be identical so in an effort to not confuse the two Tori had a set color scheme: baby 1 would be pink and green while baby 2 would be purple and yellow. Combinations he wouldn’t have personally chosen but then he saw the linens of soft yellows with lavender and then bubble gum pink with blue-green linens and found it worked.

The happiness on his huge wifes face as she waddled toward him and threw her arms around him have been the reward for his efforts. The night they resumed sleeping in their bed together, things weren’t as tense, their relationship was being repaired but Tori was mindful of his continued hesitance and tried to avoid discussing the topics. Ransom tried to be better, not able to stomach the idea of losing her. He would check in with her, rub her back, and assist her in shaving as she’d grown too big to do so herself.

It wasn’t until Tori finally gave birth and Ransom was holding one of his two daughters while Tori breastfed the other that a switch flipped within him. He suddenly found himself fully devoted to Sophia and Penelope Drysdale, the surge of bliss that filled his heart as he held his daughter brought tears to his eyes. Holding his daughter to his bare chest as Tori’s audio book had advised he felt the bond forming that it had said would, he knew he’d protect them even over his wife and himself. All it took was one look and one touch and he was at the mercy of the two girls who couldn’t even feed themselves. He was ready and willing to be the stay-at-home dad that Tori had initially wanted but now he was ready to be all in. So much that Tori couldn’t help smirking when Ransom had to hand Sophie over to be fed and instantly started pouting.

“All those months of animosity and all I had to do was put a baby in your hands.” Tori said softly as she positioned Sophie to feed and Ransom got Penny comfortable in his arms.

“No, I think it would have made things worse but these girls ….” he trailed off.

“They have your beautiful blues.”

“I think they are going to take after you though.”

Penny fell asleep easily in his arms, he was content to hold her there but when Sophie fell asleep and he registered the exhaustion on his wifes face he resigned himself to tucking both babies into the bassinets.

Tori gave him a goofy smile, eyes closed. “Ran?” her voice only contributes to her tired state. “I love you.”

It was the first time either had said those words and he wasn’t even sure she was fully awake, he didn’t want to diminish the moment so he simply kissed her forehead with a personal vow to tell her first thing when she woke up. Adding on that none of his girls would ever go to bed again without hearing those words, nor would they ever be separated without knowing how much they were cared for.

Ransom was reformed. He was a dad now and nothing had ever been so appealing as taking on the responsibility of raising and showing his daughter how loved they were so they would never have the family discord he had with his own mother.

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sagechanoafterdark · 1 year

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Professor AU or Boss AU?

Mob AU or Biker AU

Library AU or Cafe AU

Medieval AU or Ancient Greece AU

Mythology AU or Monster AU

Professor AU or Boss AU with Andy Barber

Mob AU or Biker AU with Nick Fowler

Library AU or Cafe AU with Ransom Drysdale

Medieval AU or Ancient Greece AU with Ari Levinson

Mythology AU or Monster AU with Nick Fowler

#this or that #navy and roo sleepover #ask game #moodboard #sage says #americasass81 #andy barber x reader #nick fowler x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ari levinson x reader

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I posted 4,111 times in 2022

That's 4,111 more posts than 2021!

3,619 posts created (88%)

492 posts reblogged (12%)

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I tagged 825 of my posts in 2022

#steve rogers x reader - 67 posts

#bucky barnes x reader - 61 posts

#a/b/o - 53 posts

#ari levinson x reader - 53 posts

#steve rogers x reader smut - 49 posts

#bucky barnes x reader fluff - 46 posts

#steve rogers x reader angst - 42 posts

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#stucky x reader angst - 39 posts

Longest Tag: 98 characters

#alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader x alpha!steve rogers x omega!jake jensen x alpha!ransom drysdale

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Lion’s Den

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Summary: In need of a job, your omega sister and her alpha mate, Marcus, manages to get you a job at the strip club the mafia he’s part of runs. After you catch the eye, and they catch your scent, of the big bosses Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you are set on a path that leads directly to them. They are your alphas and you are their omega.

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Brave New World

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Bucky comforting reader after Steve leaves for a mission

Reader gets scared of the storm and sneaks into Steve & Bucky’s bed

Reader gets scared of the storm

Summary: Steve and Bucky remember; they remember when omegas were common and not a myth. Though they’re in their late 40’s, early 50’s, and more silver than not, they remember.

They were gone for decades, the world was made up of only alphas and betas, no omegas to fill the void between the designations. There were no more omegas, and all hope was lost at getting them back.

Until a mysterious woman who is discovered to be an omega, from an alternate reality. She’s found hiding in an abandoned building, thrown from one reality to the next to save her life from the bleak state of the world she comes from.

She’s here now; she belongs to Steve and Bucky.

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Taken

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Summary: Getting involved in your brothers life sets you head first on the path of two annoying mob men who are dead set on taking you as theirs — no matter how abrasive you manage to be

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Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

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My #1 post of 2022

I am begging BEGGING BEGGING for protective Jake Seresin? PLEASE?!?!?!

maybe reader’s ex comes looking for her, finds her at Hard Deck?

I got you!

Your head felt like it was being split in two, you felt pain shooting up from your brainstem like a wicked fog until every inch of your brain was melded into one thick layer of searing agony.

And he stood there in the makeshift parking lot with a scowl on his face and his piercing eyes. He was waiting for you while you stood firm on the bottom step of the bar, knowing full well that eyes were on you from inside. The usual crowd, the men and women you’ve come to know while you were here, some more obvious than others.

Rooster and Vida, the two who were coupled together and inseparable, his hand on her back while she bit her tongue. It wasn’t her battle to face, it was yours, but seeing your cheating ex after he destroyed you it had pissed her off to no end.

He was back, declaring that he was going to take you home because he felt like he owned you. There was never a wedding, there wasn’t even a full engagement.

And he…he chose to break you when he brought another woman into your bed.

“Get your ass down here-“

“No!” You cut him off, your mind turning to mush. “I already said no!”

“Dammit, Y/N!” He raised his voice and even over the music you knew Jake was watching you, listening for the moment he needed to step in.

“Get your ass in the vehicle, right now!” Your ex-fiancé was now a brute and maybe he had always been one, or maybe it was a new symptom.

“I’m not going-“

“Your mama said you moved across the country. Why’d you do that, huh? Why’d you move so far from me?”

“Don’t make me fucking drag you-“

“I’m not going back! I’m not going back to you, and I’m not going back home!” You denied him, you denied him again and again.

In your denial, you had left yourself open. He stalked toward you and ripped you down the steps with such force that your legs gave way. You fought against him and felt the crack of flesh on flesh, the sting immediate.

One minute he was angry, the next he was soft after he let you fall and reached for you again.

You cupped your cheek, vision blurring and your eyes watering. You stumbled to your feet, hands bruised and cut from the pebbles and the small stones on the makeshift gravel road. You stumbled again, shock running through you and it took you a moment to hear the eery quiet of the bar, there was no music, and the weight of watchful eyes was more intense.

You could hear chairs scraping across the wooden floor, it cut through like a knife, and the door opened with a heavy thud. You knew who was there, you knew that Jake Seresin was standing on the edge of the door with a seething anger in his veins.

“Come back inside.” Vida had called for you, stuck and blocked from your ex’s view by Rooster. “Sweetie, come back inside.”

“Get in the fucking vehicle! You’re going home!” He screamed, he took another step toward you before strong, heavy footsteps came down the stairs and crunched gravel beneath them.

“Darlin’,” that soft and smooth voice came as he came to pass you, unafraid of your ex or his rage, “go back inside.”

“Jake-“

“I’m not asking.” He looked back at you, his eyes locking on your own. “Go back inside, darlin’.”

You turned, coerced by his voice and the soft demand that meant safety and security. You were met by Vida and Penny, the two of them stealing you away into the bar and a wall of pilots sealing off the entrance.

From behind you you could hear Rooster speak. “Hangman, you good?”

“Yeah, Rooster. I’m good.” He still had that cocky twang, but there was an air of severity in his voice. “We’re just gonna have a little talk.”

“I’ll get some ice.” Penny left you to walk around the bar, moving quickly while Vida you to sit by a table, one that was isolated from the rest.

“Shit, Y/N-“ she paused when you waved her off and raised your head, your cheek already feeling swollen and sore.

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When Steve Met Annie

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5hIHsNo

by ForeverSecrets

Its his mothers birthday and he's not the only one who wants to make it a good one.

Words: 1076, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Rogers Family Expansion

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), The Gifted (TV 2017), Defending Jacob (TV 2020), The Gray Man (2022), Snowpiercer (2013), The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019), Knives Out (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Original Female Character(s), Sarah Rogers (Marvel), Frank Adler, Diane Adler, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man), Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort), Ransom Drysdale, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Family Feels, mob, mafia, Marriage, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Mob, Mob Boss Steve Rogers, Mob Frank Adler, mob andy barber, Mob Lloyd Hansen, Mob Curtis Everett, mob Ari Levinson, Mob Ransom Drysdale, First Meetings, Meet-Cute

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Brothers In Arms

Part 8: On A Night Like This

Summary: Ransom and Steve confront the person responsible for the botched hit, which killed Peggy. Having dealt with that particular ‘issue’, the brothers then turn their attention to one another. That’s it, that’s all you’re getting…

Warnings: Bad language, violence, guns, knives, blood, death….

Pairing: MOB Ransom Drysdale x Reader. Mentions of MOB Steve Rogers x Reader. Both are shady…they’re MOB bosses…go figure.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any of the characters contained within this series bar the Reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. I do not give permission for this to be translated and/or reposted on any other platforms. Reblogs are fine: Sharing is caring.

By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Thank you as always to @spectre-posts ❤️❤️💪🏼

Brothers In Arms Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 7

W/C 5.2k

Steve and Ransom sat in the Audi SUV, hidden from sight in the dark car park of the warehouse that has one been the hub for the Blood Like Wine publishing company. Now, it lay dark and empty, a front for the less legitimate side of the Thrombey family business.

“Think he’s gonna show?” Steve asked and Ransom rolled his eyes.

“He’s no reason not to. He has no idea why Grandpa asked to meet him.”

"You better be right." Steve's tone was threatening.

"And if I'm not..." Ransom’s was of equal measure.

Steve simply scoffed and stared straight out of the windshield.

It was a few moments later when a pair of headlights slowed at the entrance, turning into the parking lot. As the electric barrier opened, Ransom took a deep breath.

“He’s here…”

“Good…” Steve moved and Ransom grabbed his arm.

“We wait, like grandpa said. Let him get inside. Harlan deserves his explanation.”

Steve took a growling inhale through his nose as his eyes rolled in annoyance. "I'm getting tired of your control issues, Hugh."

“And I’m getting tired of the fact you exist.” Ransom drawled back.

The car stopped in front of the small entrance door. As sure as the sun rises in the east, the man they were waiting for stepped out. He was curling his chin into the collar of his coat as he walked into the warehouse. The twins could hear him vaguely shout for Harlan.

“He’s got two minutes.” Steve practically snarled, “as much as you and Harlan might like to believe you’re callin’ the shots, I wanna know why he did what he did.” He took a deep breath, “why he ended up killing my wife.”

"Two minutes...."

Steve looked at Ransom, who stared straight back at him, before he turned away to look out of the window.

Inside the warehouse, Harlan was perched in one of the chairs, which sat round the huge table, the only things that the deserted warehouse now housed. A shout signaled that the man he’d called was here to see him. With a sigh, he waited, watching the double doors. They swung open, and Harlan looked over at the face of the man who had destroyed the remaining thin shreds of hope the Patriarch had of reconciling his at war grandsons.

“Walter…”

"Dad..." Harlan's only remaining son replied. "What's this about?"

Harlan simply slid the photo, which was face down on the table towards him. Walt eyed the 5x7 square and then looked up at his father. With a stoic face, he lifted the image and felt his throat go dry at the black and white contrasted evidence in his fingers.

“I’d like an explanation,” Harlan leaned forward, his fingers lacing together, hands clasped on the table. “Why?”

Walt licked his lips, "necessity."

“Necessity.” Harlan stared back. “Necessity for what, exactly?”

“To get what is rightfully mine.” Walt replied, his tone carried a hint of annoyance.

"What's yours?" Harlan chuckled, his tone flat. "You think that the head seat at the table is yours?"

“It should be!” Walt dropped the photo to the table. “I am your son!”

"You are NOT the son I needed you to be!" Harlan slammed his hand flat on the mahogany surface as he stood threateningly and leaned over, both his hands flat on the table.

Walt scoffed, “have you ever stopped to consider why that is, Dad? You made no secret about the fact Sarah and Linda were your precious little girls, you couldn’t have given a shit about me!” Walt shook his head, his hand running through his hair, “even when Sarah ran away with that fucking prick, Rogers, you welcomed her and his sons back, with open arms. When she died, Linda took them in, and they got everything from you!”

A snort from behind made Walt spin to see his twin nephews stood in the doorway through which he had entered mere moments ago. Identical in everything bar hair colour and their outfits, they stood stock still, eyes flashing dangerously. Ransom’s arms were folded across his chest, Steve’s hands rested against the buckle of his belt.

“I didn’t ask for any of that.” Steve replied, his voice low. “So, what makes you believe that gives you the god given right to-“

“Peggy’s death was an accident…” Walt shook his head, “that hit was meant for you.”

“Oh, well, that makes it okay then.” Steve replied, sarcastically as he took a step into the room. Ransom remained where he was, as he opened his mouth to talk.

“Why Steve?” He asked, his eyes moving from his brother to uncle. “His firm and business was nothing to do with Grandpa. It belonged to my dad, and you had no right to any of that.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Steve scoffed, his tone and stance menacing as he advanced on Walt. “To frame you… set it up as if this was all your doing. With me dead, and you to blame for it…Granddad would cast you out, or you’d be in prison. Either way, the path would be clear for him. Only it backfired, big time. Because not only did he kill the wrong person, Granddad believed you…just like he always did.”

“And you really believe he thought of all that by himself?” Ransom snorted. “Come on, Steeby, think he’s really that smart?”

“Listen here you little shit…” Walt started but Steve was quick to shove him hard on the shoulder, sending him staggering back.

“No, you’re done talking.” In a flash, Steve whipped the gun from his waistband. “And soon you’re gonna be done breathing too.”

Walt swallowed, his eyes fixed on the barrel of Steve’s gun. He took a deep breath, and his eyes then flicked to Harlan as he started to back away. “Dad…please…”

"This war is on you," Harlan spoke with conviction. "The body count, the destruction, that's you. All because you're a selfish prick who craves attention. My seat never would have been yours. And what happens to you from here, I have no control over.”

Ransom watched Harlan carefully as he tried to keep his emotions in check. This would be tearing the old man in two, but there was no other way. Walt had betrayed him, betrayed the family, their ways, and their code. Anyone who did that ended up six feet under, or in the bay with concrete shoes.

If they were lucky, they’d be dead first.

Walt swallowed, as Harlan’s words sunk in. “Dad…you…you’re gonna just let him…let him kill me?” His voice was a high-pitched shriek, a plea.

“We have a code.” Harlan looked at him, shaking his head. “Family first, family second, and family third. You broke that.” He took a deep breath and shook his head, “I wish it didn’t have to end like this, I really do.”

Walt’s face crumpled, as he realised his fate was all but sealed, and his dad wasn’t going to bail him out. “But Donna…Jacob…”

“Will be taken care of, looked after.” Harlan nodded.

“Please…I’ll…I’ll do anything.” Walt sniffed, “I’ll go, I’ll leave…never to return…dad! PLEASE!”

“We’ve always dealt with our grievances amongst ourselves, you know that.” Harlan looked at Walt sadly. “It’s up to Steve and Ransom now, as to how they see fit to deal with you. It’s their lives and relationships you wrecked. I love you son, I’m your father, I have to. But I don’t like you very much.”

The last moment Walt looked at Steve, a shot rang out as discharge smoke escaped the barrel. None of the men flinched when gun fired. Walt's body fell to the concrete the moment the bullet penetrated his skull.

“Thank you.” Harlan sniffed a little.

“What for?” Steve’s eyes didn’t move from his Uncle’s dead body as it lay on the warehouse floor.

“For making it quick.” Harlan spoke softly, “for not making him suffer.”

“I didn’t do that for you, or for him.” Steve took a deep breath, his head turning towards his grandfather as he lowered his gun. “I was just sick of his pathetic, sniveling and groveling.”

Ransom stood there, each twitch and tick from the other two men under close observation as the warehouse feel silent. Then he raised his arm. The next sound was the cocking click and Steve felt the cold barrel of Ransom’s gun against his temple.

Steve began to laugh, “really? Whilst my back was turned?”

Harlan sighed heavily. “Boys…can’t you see? This…this whole thing, it’s a regrettable set of circumstances but Ransom, put yourself in Steve’s shoes. If it was Y/N who had been killed, you’d have wanted revenge just as much.”

Ransom’s jaw ticked, “she didn’t deserve what happened to her.”

“From what I heard you had a pretty good hand in hurting her yourself…” Steve sneered.

“Because of you…”

“You can never take responsibility for your own shit, can you?” Steve laughed, “it’s always someone else’s fault.”

“Oh, and you can?”

“Yeah, yeah I do.” Steve turned and stared at his brother, unflinching. “I own my mistakes. And yes…assuming you ordered the hit was one of them. I was wrong. And as for fucking Y/N…as enjoyable as it was, yes, that was wrong too.”

“Ransom…” Harlan spoke again, and Ransom swallowed, and lowered his gun.

*******

A loud and persistent bleeping noise jerked you from where you were sleeping in the chair by Ari’s bed. You glanced over to see your brother, his eyes open wide with fright, and he was gagging, almost like he was choking.

You jumped up, yelling for help as you hit the emergency call button over the top of his bed.

“Hey…” you gripped his hand, “Ari, it’s okay, I’m here…”

His fingers tightened around yours, his face still utterly shocked and before you could say another word, the room was flooded with doctors and nurses alike. You were ushered outside, despite your loud protests where Natasha, Sam and Kabede were waiting.

“Y/N…” Natasha tried to sooth you, but you shrugged her off, your eyes still staring through the window into Ari’s room. You couldn’t see him; he was surrounded by people but then the door opened and one of the nurses you’d come to recognise poked her head outside.

“Hey, it’s okay…” she smiled gently, “he’s just coming round and the breathing tube in his throat panicked him a little, that’s all. He’s fine.”

“He’s going to be alright?”

The nurse smiled. “Well, I’d say so. The Doctor will be able to tell you a little more once she’s finished her checks but, he’s asking for you.”

You let out a small sob and felt Sammy’s arms wrap around you. He rubbed your back before you pulled away and gave him a little smile.

“Go.” he jerked his head towards the room, and you nodded. With a deep breath, and a wipe of your face with your hands, you pulled open the door and stepped in.

Ari immediately looked at you, his eyes blinking heavily, and he smiled. “Hey, Booger.”

His voice was raspy, painful sounding, but to you it was the most wonderful noise you’d ever heard. The voice that had so many times as a child hushed you to sleep from your nightmares when your parents hadn’t been around, the voice that liked to call you and leave dumb messages on your voice mail.

“Oh, Ari…”you sniffed as you hurried to the bed. You leaned down to hug him round his neck, as much as you could that is. You kissed his bearded cheek, reached for his hand. “You scared me so much.”

“I’m fine…” Ari insisted, “ain’t that right, doc?”

The Doctor gave Ari a withering look, which made him pull a face and you spluttered a laugh. “Fine isn’t the word I would use, Mr Thomas. You’re better than you were though, I’ll give you that.”

“How long was I out?” Ari asked.

“Three days, give or take.” you sighed.

“Huh…” he took a deep breath, and then winced, “so, what’s the damage?”

“Several broken ribs, extensive internal bleeding and a ruptured spleen which we had to remove.” The Doctor looked at him, “a few other minor abrasions…overall you were extremely lucky. Had that blade been an inch either side…”

Ari wrinkled his nose, “who needs a spleen anyway? So, when can I get outta here?”

You rolled your eyes as the Doctor let out a sigh. “Not for a while, I’m afraid. We need to keep monitoring you. You’re running a slight temperature which leads me to believe there might be an infection so I’m going to get you on some IV antibiotics to clear anything up. But most importantly, you need to rest.”

“Don’t even think about it.” You sternly shut Ari down as he opened his mouth, fully intending to argue.

He rolled his eyes. “Fine…fine…”

“And now you’re awake, the Police will want to speak to you.”

“What?” your eyes snapped to the Doctor.

“Miss, your brother was stabbed. It’s a serious assault. They wanted to know when he was-“

“It’s okay…” Ari looked at you, “they can come. Be a waste of their time, didn’t see or hear anything.”

“Hmmm, funny that.” The Doctor looked at him, “considering you were stabbed in the front at close range.”

“Must be trauma induced amnesia then.” Ari flashed another smile, and the Doctor rolled her eyes.

“I’ll have the nurse hook your IV up.” She simply shook her head and left.

As soon as she was clear of the room, you turned to Ari. “Don’t worry about the police,” he shook his head.

“I’m not concerned about them; I’m concerned about you! I know it was Barnes that did this. Why, why were you following Steve, Ari? What did you think was gonna happen?”

“Because I wanted to kill him.” Ari scoffed, “after what he did to you…”

You shook your head, “it isn’t worth this.”

“It is to me.”

You sniffed and dropped your head, “I’ve been so scared, so worried that I was gonna lose you too.”

“Hey, I’m here…” Ari squeezed your hands, “and I’m gonna be fine.”

You fell silent for a while, before you looked at him. “You missed thanksgiving.”

“Bummer.”

“I’ll say, hospital sandwiches are gross.”

“You’ve been here this whole time?” Ari frowned.

“Of course, I have, where else would I go? I didn’t wanna go back to yours, not least because we weren’t sure it would be safe.”

“Has Rogers been-“

“No.” You shook your head. “He called me after you’d…after Bucky had…but that’s it. I’ve heard nothing from him.”

“And Drysdale?”

“Saw him yesterday.” You popped a shoulder. “He came here, wanted to leave some security with me. Harlan had already done it, but Ransom doesn’t trust them…I’ve no idea what’s going on but…”

Ari frowned a little, before he took a deep breath. “Where is he now?”

“No idea.” You shrugged. “I’ve lost track of time and…” you trailed off, blinking a little as you stopped yourself from blurting out what you’d talked about.

“And what?”

“He left Natasha with me, with my consent. And then said he wouldn’t call or bother me unless I wanted to speak to him…but…”

“Y/N, what is it?”

“I’m…” you took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant, Ari…”

If it hadn’t been such a serious moment, you would have laughed at the look on your brothers face. The unflappable Ari Levinson wore a look of complete dumbfounded surprise. “You…you’re…”

You nodded, and then bowed your head, “and before you ask, no, I don’t know whether it is Steve or Ransom’s…and no I don’t know what I’m gonna do yet. I only found out earlier this morning.”

“Does Drysdale know?”

You nodded. “Long story but he saw the test…”

“Rogers?”

You shook your head, “no. No one knows bar you, Ransom and me.”

“Right…” Ari licked his lips. “Look…maybe you should let him know I’m awake.”

You blinked, “erm…okay, I mean-“

“He’ll be able to help fend off the police.” Ari looked at you, “there’s only so much my office will be able to do.”

You nodded, “I’ll…I’ll go and do it now.”

“And then, you get her to take you home. You need some proper food, a rest, and a shower. You stink.”

You scoffed, “you’re such a jerk.”

He grinned, “I know.” but then he grew a little more serious. “But I mean it, please. Take care of yourself…come back later on.”

“Ari, I don’t…”

“Please, Y/N. For me.”

“Fine, fine.”

“Thank you.” he smiled softly. You leaned over to kiss his cheek as you stood reluctantly from where you’d been sat on the edge of his bed.

“Food, nap, shower, then I’m straight back. I’ll fetch you some clothes and toiletries, okay?”

“Thank you.” Ari smiled.

With a final squeeze of his hand, you made for the door.

“Booger?” Ari stopped you before you could open it. You stopped and turned back to look at him. “Send Sammy and Kabede in will you, I can see them hovering outside.”

You nodded, before opening the door. “He wants to see you guys.” You smiled, stepping to the side. Kabede and Sammy both stepped in, allowing it to swing shut behind them. You turned to Natasha, “would you mind taking me back to Ari’s for a little while? He says I need a shower and he needs a few things…”

“Of course.” Natasha nodded.

“Oh, and…” You had been about to ask her to call Ransom to let him know that Ari was alive, but you stopped yourself. For some reason you wanted to do that yourself.

“And…”

“Nothing, doesn’t matter.”

Natasha eyed you for a moment, before she simply nodded. “Alright, let’s go, we can take the back route, avoid Harlan’s jokers.”

*******

The air in the warehouse was growing decidedly icier as the two brothers continued to face off against one another.

“Say it.” Ransom glared at Steve, his angry blue eyes not even blinking. “Say you’re sorry.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “I just said I was wrong…”

“Steven…” Harlan snapped.

“Okay, okay…” Steve sighed, “I’m sorry, alright. Sorry I…fucked your fiancée…”

Ransom growled and raised the gun again, but he was stopped dead when his phone rang.

It was a ring tone reserved only for one person, so he knew never to ignore it.

You.

The gun still pointed at Steve’s temple, he answered.

“Y/N?”

"Ransom...."

“Yeah?” His voice cracked, “I…is everything okay? Is the…”

His eyes still focused on Steve, he stopped himself dead, having almost slipped up there, and asked about the baby.

"Yes. I'm... I'm okay. We're okay."

“We as in…”

“Me, the baby, Ari…” your voice cracked. “He woke up…”

At that, Ransom took a deep breath, and he looked at Harlan. “Levinson is awake.”

Without waiting for his Grandad to answer, Ransom spoke again. “Does he need anything? Do you?”

“Erm…the police…”

“Don’t worry about that. We can call them off. I’m with my grandpa now, we’ll sort it.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Just…just don’t worry, it’s not…everything’s gonna be okay.” He finished a little lamely. “I-“

“I have to go.” You finished, a little meekly, “He just wanted to let you know he was awake…”

“Yeah, thank you.” His voice was a whisper as once more an overwhelming sadness enveloped him, crushing his chest like a band.

And then the line went dead

“See, all’s well that ends well.” Steve smirked, “big brother lives!”

“No thanks to you.”

“He was following me.” Steve shrugged, “you’d have done the same. Although I’m curious…” his face wore an annoyingly knowing expression as he studied his brother, “what else did you think she meant by ‘we’?”

"It’s of no concern to you," Ransom faltered just a bit with a quiver in his voice.

Steve noticed the display of emotion and cocked his head to one side, grinning. “Oh, you gotta be shitting me! I was only half-serious but…really? She’s pregnant?”

Ransom felt the nerve in his jaw tick as Steve suddenly started to chuckle. Besides them both Harlan groaned.

“What a plot twist this is, Ranny! She’s pregnant…and let me guess…you, and her, you both got no idea if it’s mine or yours!“ Steve clutched at his chest, howling with laughter.

“It won't matter, you won't live to see it." Ransom swallowed as Steve continued to laugh. Ransom glanced at Harlan. “You see now? See why I can’t let him live!?”

Harlan nodded but a look of sadness crossed his face as he looked at Ransom then to Steve, whose laughter died off.

“I guess I knew it would come to this, one way or another.” The old man shook his head, “I tried…”

“I did warn you this was only gonna end one way.” Steve popped a shoulder. “But let’s face it, you’re gonna be more disappointed when I walk outta here and he’s carried out in a bag.”

"You son of a bitch," Ransom growled.

“Now-now, that anyway to talk about our mother?” Steve asked lazily, as Harlan gave one last, sad sigh.

“She’d be devastated to see this, as am I.” He took a deep breath, before I looked at his grandsons. “I love you both.”

And with that, he turned and left.

The flick of Ransom's eyes toward Harlan gave Steve the opportunity for his right forearm to rise and swipe the barrel down toward the ground. Ransom's finger pulled the trigger to keep the 9m within his grasp. The bullet ricocheted, bouncing off the concrete.

He saw the blow coming in his peripheral and ducked, Steve’s fist swiping a fresh air. That gave Ransom the opportunity to strike with his gun held elbow right to his brother's face. The movement allowed Steve to stagger back but recover quickly with a gut punch to Ransom's middle, which caused the gun to fall from his hands.

“Oh dear…” Steve kicked it away, hand running through his hair.

Ransom growled in pure rage and ran, shoulder down shoving him right in the gut. Steve stumbled but wrapped his arms around Ransom and took him to the concrete as he lost balance. But that gave Ransom the advantage, for as they fell, Ransom was on top. His knees fell to each side of Steve's torso, and he sat up to his tallest height.

He smashed his fist straight into Steve’s face, pouring every single bit of anger and hurt he felt into his throws. Steve's reaction was to jolt his hips up to rock Ransom off his body so he could get his hands off to deflect the blows. It was futile, for a half dozen blows, until with immense strength, Steve crunched up and grabbed his brother's throat. He squeezed hard, causing Ransom to choke.

Ransom gripped at Steve’s hands, attempting to pry them off. When this didn’t work, he threw another punch at Steve’s head. The strike released his hands, but Steve still managed to top Ransom from his seat. His shoulder hit the concrete as he attempted to skid along the cold surface.

The gun, his gun, was just out of reach. He stretched in vain, and it was then that he felt a sharp, searing pain to the side of his abdomen.

“Unlucky for you, I brought a knife to the gun fight…” Steve gloated.

Ransom pushed himself to all fours, trying to stagger the few inches he needed, but was kicked harshly in the side, right where Steve had stabbed him. With a yell and a groan of pain he fell forward again, rolling to his back, his hands clutching at his left side where the knife had pierced him.

His blood felt warm and sticky as it flowed through his fingers. He was hurt, badly.

“Oh, Hugh…” Steve crouched down as Ransom looked up at him.

Ransom felt the gurgle of blood filling his throat. He was stabbed, beat, and banged up. Blood was trickling down his forehead and leaking from his lip. His eyes glared back at ones that matched his own. Steve was worse for wear too, his nose broken, no doubt his jaw cracked from Ransom's facial attack and his eye was already swelling.

A sinister smirk crossed over Steve's own bleeding lips, "I could put you outta your misery,” he chuckled devilishly, his hand flying to his waistband where his gun was tucked. “But instead, I’m gonna sit here, watch the light go out in your eyes. Then imma find your girl…and that baby, make them both mine. She might resist at first but, well, I always get what I want…”

With a groan, Ransom stretched out with his left hand, towards his own gun which lay a little above his head, his teeth grit against the pain. Steve scoffed, and reached over, still in his crouched position to knock it further away. But it was the distraction Ransom needed. With a last surge of adrenaline-fueled energy, he sat up and pulled Steve’s gun from his brother’s waistband.

His fingers, slick with blood, slipped on the handle a little but he still had enough of a hold to smash the butt hard into Steve’s temple. His brother fell to his side with the blow, and as he stumbled, Ransom gripped the gun in both hands, cocking it. Steve pushed himself to his feet, as Ransom lay on the floor, gun aimed at his brother, whose face was ablaze with shock at what had just happened.

“Eat shit.” Ransom snarled as his slippery fingers pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Steve straight between the eyes, exactly the same way in which Steve had shot Walt no more than five minutes ago.

Steve's head cracked in the back as it made contact with the ground. In relief, Ransom fell back flat against the solid surface himself, the gun falling to his side. Inhaling deep, deep breaths, he led there, still bleeding out.

If he didn't get his adrenaline under control, he'd have only minutes.

The sting of his wound began to slowly settle in, and he groaned as he touched the seeping slit. "Fuck," he garbled.

But he was damned if he was going to meet his end now, not after this. Not when there was still a chance you might need him.

******

Ari watched you go through the window, raising his hand as you left, before he turned to Sammy and Kabede.,

“There’s not time to explain, but I need you both to do something for me.”

“Sure…”

“Before Barnes shanked me, I was tailing Steve. I wanted to smash his face in, but before I did that, I wanted to confront him with something.”

“What?” Sammy frowned.

“Photos of a meet between Rumlow and the person I believe to be the one who ordered the original hit on Steve, the one that killed Peggy. And it wasn’t Ransom. I wanted to show him exactly who it was that had betrayed him before I killed him.”

Sammy and Kabede exchanged looks. “Who was it?” Sammy asked.

Ari took a deep breath, “Walt Thrombey.”

Sammy’s mouth dropped open and Kabede frowned. “Seriously?”

Ari nodded before he swallowed and exhaled, grimacing at the sharp pain in his ribs. “I need you to get those photos to Ransom immediately. I wanna shut this damned feud down before my sister…before she gets hurt even more. She’s all that matters to me now.”

“So where are the photos?” Sammy asked.

Ari looked at the door, then dropped his voice even further. “Did you guys find my car?”

“Yeah… Max has it.”

“Okay, well I need you to tell him there’s an envelope, hidden in the driver’s side door panel. The photos are in there. Get that to Ransom.”

“You got it, boss.” Kabede stood up, pulling his phone from his pocket. He headed out into the corridor and Ari then looked at Sammy.

“You sure it was him?” Sammy asked.

Ari took another deep breath, “I’m not sure about anything, but at the very least it shows he met with Rumlow…and I don’t believe in coincidences. Not to that extent anyway.”

“Harlan’s gonna be pissed.”

“I’m pissed.” Ari snarled, “that my sister got caught up in all of this…and it’s down to Walt. Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t excuse any of what Rogers, or Drysdale for that matter did, but if Peggy hadn’t been shot then there wouldn’t have been a feud to get caught in the middle of in the first place.”

Sammy sat silently for a moment, and then they both looked up as Kabede came back into the room.

“Drysdale is in Boston.”

“What?” Ari frowned.

“Max just told me. He and Steve flew out there together last night.”

“Together…” Ari looked at Sammy.

“That’s what Max said.”

Ari pondered for a moment, “huh…”

“What?”

“There’s only one reason I can think of that would make them do that. And that is that they must know already.” He licked his lips, then looked at Sammy. “Only how?”

“Maybe they figured it out?” Kabede offered.

“Maybe…” Ari bit his lip before he looked at Sammy. “I need to call Drysdale. Now.”

******

Ransom desperately needed his phone. His right hand pressed to his wound, he fished in his pocket with his left, groaning as he did so. He had no idea if it was even there.

Then he felt the weight of the device, deep in his coat side pocket, He cursed his camel-colored woolen coat as the sleeve caught on the pocket opening. His fingertips barely clung to his phone, but he managed to grip it and pull it free.

Trembling, blood-soaked fingers slipped on the screen, but before he could even attempt to dial anyone, it lit up with Levinson’s name and number.

"What?" His voice was coarse and raspy, wet with blood in the back of his throat.

“Nice to talk to you too,” Ari scoffed, “listen, I know you’re in Boston…which means you’ve probably figured out that the guy who organised the hit on Steve and tried to frame you is Walt. Someone sent me a photo, I didn’t have time to send it to you.”

Ari trailed off as Ransom began to laugh.

"Something funny, you fuck?" Ari grunted.

"Always were a little late to the party, Levinson," Ransom began coughing. “Walt is dead. Steve shot him. But it’s okay. I shot Steve and now he’s dead too. Mind you, fucker stabbed me first…”

"What?! He stabbed you?” Ari growled on his end, his brain registering Ransom’s almost delirious tone.

“Yup.” Ransom popped the p. “Then I shot him. Right between the eyes. Didn’t see it coming…or maybe he did.” He chuckled again, and then groaned. “Fahk…”

“You know, I’m half pressed to let you bleed out, Asshole, but Y/N would kill me.“ Ari spoke softly, “where are you?”

“Warehouse…” Ransom swallowed, his eyes growing heavy. “Need…need help…” he glanced over to where his dead brother lay. “And a body bag for that dead fuckstick.”

"What warehouse, Ransom?! I need a location to save your ass!”

“Grandpa…” Ransom mumbled, “he’s…he’s not far.”

"Alright. Just hang on. You die, my sister won't have shit, and trust me, you're taking care of this kid financially. No matter who's it is."

“It’s…isss mine…” Ransom slurred, and that was the last thing he said, as the phone slipped from his hand as darkness consumed him.

*****

Part 9

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