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Guns for Hire

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

ao3

Summary: You are the wife to the Heir of the Red Kings, Ramsay Bolton. living the undercover life of a mob wife has its perks, and you love your husband. But you find out something that seems to unfold a series of unwanted events…

Chapter 46: Robbers and Psychics

You rolled over to find Ramsay's side of the bed cold and empty. You sighed, rubbing your eyes.

You sat up slowly, a sharp pain in your ribs as you did so. You placed your hand on your belly.

"Too early, sweetheart." You whispered, with a yawn as your feet touched the plush carpet. You slipped your robe on, tying the ribbon as you quietly went to the bathroom to go through your morning routine.

You walked through the house, no sign of Ramsay. You could see the sun rising in the distance.

You slipped on a pair of Ramsay's shoes and stepped out the back door to find him smoking and watching Moose chase the early morning birds.

You slipped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek to his bare back.

"Morning." He said through a cloud of smoke.

"Good morning, baby. You good?" You hummed back, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Mhm."

The air outside was refreshing. It had the smell of warm weather. Of spring on the way. It lifted your spirits slightly.

"It's going to be warm today. Can you smell it?" You said, pulling away from Ramsay and stepping out into the yard, tipping your head back to look at the pink and orange morning sky.

You turned to Ramsay who watched you with a small smirk, "all I smell is the bags full of cash I'm going to bring home later."

He looked slightly ashen faced. Though, it may have just been the time of morning. You weren't even sure how long he had been up, or how much sleep he had actually gotten.

You dropped your shoulders and frowned, "I really wish you wouldn't, baby. Please?"

"I don't want to disappoint the cops, baby girl. It's a crime to lie to the police. I don't wanna be a criminal." He chuckled, flicking his cigarette away from him. "Breakfast?"

"Yes, please. You make the best breakfast." You said with a bright smile.

"Because I'm a drunk." He said earnestly, opening the door for you.

You sat at the table sipping coffee and watching your husband make breakfast when the backdoor opened. Startled, Moose barked, retreating under your chair.

In walked Matt, Damon, and Charlotte. Moose crawled out from under your chair, sniffing furiously at Matt, who looked lost and panicky.

Charlotte gave you a warm, one armed hug, taking a seat beside you and resting her head on the table.

"Bit early." Ramsay said, glancing over at Damon.

"Neighbors decided to have an episode this morning. Cops came and questioned us and shit. Apparently the old woman freaked the fuck out on her old man and beat the hell out of him." Damon said with a yawn, "Said she beat him with the coffee pot because he bought the wrong kind or some shit."

"Relationship goals right there." Ramsay laughed, delicately placing bacon into the frying pan to avoid grease burns.

"So since we were up I figured we could get over here and I can watch you get irritated at eight thirty in the morning as I point out the flaws you have in this plan of yours."

"Fair enough. No hash browns for you though, for coming to my house way too early to piss me off." Ramsay replied slowly.

Damon gave a gasp of mock horror and pouted, "but I may die without your hash brows! IHOP doesn't have shit on you."

You raised a brow. For as long as you had known him, Damon was always the happy-go-lucky morning person you wanted to punch for being too damn happy before 11a.m. But then again, Ramsay was a pretty lively morning person as well. Fucking weirdos.

"Dude, I did not want to see you this early in the morning." Ramsay said, narrowing his eyes at Damon.

"Ouch. That hurt a bit. Right here" -He jabbed his finger into his chest- "You know you missed me. It's been almost twelve hours. Besides, I may or may not have news." Damon said, pinching Ramsay's cheek and slapping his ass before taking his seat beside his wife, who was resting with her head down on her arm on the edge of the table. You weren't even sure she was awake.

A slight twinge of jealousy creeping up at Ramsay and Damon's relationship. It was weird to you sometimes. Ramsay never acted like he really cared about Damon, and then sometimes they acted like brothers and best friends.

"What kind of news?" Ramsay asked, curiosity clearly peaked.

"Hash browns first. Then news." Damon said, sliding a lighter across the table to Matt, who had been patting his pockets since he sat down.

"Should I suck your dick while I'm at it then since you're making demands?"

Damon shrugged, "I mean, if you're offering breakfast and blow jobs I won't object. What gets better than that?"

You snorted into you cup, standing up. You crossed the kitchen and placed a kiss to your husband's cheek.

"I'm going to go dress." You whispered.

Ramsay grabbed your wrist and pulled you back toward him. He placed a rough kiss to your lips and grabbed your ass, pulling you in closer.

Finally he let you go, slapping your ass with a wooden spoon as you walked away. You threw him a dirty look over your shoulder, rubbing your burning ass cheek.

"Mm. I like the way that sounded." He purred, winking at you as your cheeks warmed.

"No, man! We are doing it this way." Ramsay said, smacking Damon in the head with the notebook he was clutching.

You and Charlotte watched your husbands row like watching a tennis rally. It was only a matter of time before they both ended up on the floor, throwing fists.

Matt sat on the floor, slightly green in the face, as he watched the argument. He hadn't said anything at all since entering your house. He kept smoking, simply to keep himself busy and hands from shaking.

Ramsay jumped up, looming over Damon, who was bracing himself for the damage he was about to be dealt.

"You!" Ramsay said heatedly, pointing at Matt, who squeaked in fright, cowering like a beat dog. "What do you think? This was your idea, after all."

Matt looked like he wished his Lord and Savior would swoop down and take him away.

"I... I dunno, boss. Please don't make me answer. I don't know anything about any of this." Matt whimpered, staring at the floor, looking like he may throw up if he opened his mouth again.

You caught Ramsay's eye and gave him a hard look. He gave you a wink, and sat back down.

"Call the Boys and tell them to meet us at Theon's house. We'll leave from there."

Damon nodded, pulling his phone out. Ramsay rose again from his perch, this time holding his hand out to you.

You took his hand and let him help you up. He tugged you down the hall to the bathroom, which was still a mess.

"Want you to get this re-bandaged before I leave." He said, holding out his arm to you.

You nodded, pulling scissors off the counter and cutting the gauze away. It looked so much better. Even after only a couple days. The human body was an amazing thing.

"This looks so much better, baby. Another day or two and I won't have to wrap it anymore, I don't think. I dunno what this shit is, but it's amazing." You said, examining the black tube of cream Whit had brought you. There were no labels or markings. Just a black tube.

"Good. Now what are you doing today?" Ramsay said, biting at a nail as you washed the burn.

"Hanging out here with Charlotte, then going to lunch with Oly, and coming back home." You said, patting the wound dry.

"That's it?"

"Yep. What news did Damon have?"

"The Lannister midget's trial starts today. I guess you saw he was arrested on Joffrey's murder? Anyways that bitch of a sister of his is pushing the issue. Her younger son has been seen with the Tyrell whore. In very sketch situations and places. And the Lannister's now know about the girl and Martell boy. You should get in contact with your snakes, make them aware. I have a feeling it won't be pretty."

You finished wrapping the arm with a frown, "promise me you will step in if it goes to shit."

He turned to look at you and gave a small grin, "Alright, baby girl."

You entered the living room, taking your seat beside Charlotte, who had pulled Moose up on the couch with her.

"How's Ramsay this morning?" Damon asked, handing a joint back to Matt.

"Better, I think. He hasn't complained. Thank god." You said with a shrug.

A few moments later Ramsay entered the room, dressed in his Sunday best, holding his Kylo helmet and Darth Vader mask. He dropped the mask in Matt's lap.

"While you're down there kid, shine my shoe." Ramsay said, placing his foot on Matt's leg.

"Dude, you're wild." Damon chuckled, looking Ramsay over.

You watched Matt buff out a scuff in the shoe with the cuff of his hoodie.

"First impressions are important." Ramsay smirked, lighting a cigarette. "Kid, we need to find you a mask. What's your poison?"

Matt looked up at Ramsay, confused.

"Surely you had a masked character you looked up to as a kid. We all have one. Today you're Vader, but we will find you a new one after we leave the bank." Ramsay said with an air of great patience.

Matt shrugged.

"Oh come on, you're still a baby. Still watch cartoons and read comics, I'm sure. See, I have a thing for Star Wars. Damon is an Iron Man fan. I made Ben Master Chief, since he wanted to run around and play jarhead when we graduated high school. Alyn is Deadpool. Yellow Dick is Crossbones." He looked over at Damon, "man, I just realized how fitting that is for him."

Damon gave a little shrug and nod.

Ramsay turned back to Matt, pulling his foot away from him.

"I dunno..."

"Think on it, and I'll ask you over lunch."

Ramsay turned to you, "I have to go see dear Theon. I'll call you when the job is done. It'll be quick. In and out."

You only nodded with a frown. Ramsay kissed your forehead and left.

"It'll be alright. I know what he has in mind. We have gear, we will be alright." Damon assured you, giving Charlotte a hug and quick kiss. "Let's go kid."

"How are they so okay with it?" Charlotte asked after a few moments of silence.

"I wish I knew. Sometimes I wish my moral compass was as off as theirs." You sighed, "lunch with me later?"

"Sure thing, hon."

You picked up the discarded notebook, glancing over Ramsay's notes. It was hard to decipher it. For someone as genius and precise in everything as he was, his writing was horrible.

"So, a Tyrell bank, huh? That's what Dame said." Charlotte said, lighting a cigarette.

"No." You said slowly, looking at the notebook still, "the bank Ramsay used to work at, it would seem."

It made the knot in your chest loosen slightly. Ramsay probably knew every inch of that bank, and all the security. Maybe they really would be okay. And it was blocks away from any of the Tyrell banks. The Boys would be in and out before the cops ever had time to get there if they were watching the Tyrell banks. It made you laugh.

×××

"I've never been here." Charlotte said as a man opened the door of the restaurant for you both.

"It's one of my favorite places in the city. It's never too busy, but some of the best pasta ever." You replied, choosing a booth by the window. You were about 15 minutes early, but you couldn't sit at home anymore.

A few minutes later Olyvar took his seat across from you, arms Laden in books and papers.

"I went ahead and ordered for you." You said with a smile, grabbing the first booklet of alcohol.

"Sweet." Olyvar said, pulling a pen. He took a long drink from his glass before setting it down, propping his cheek up on his palm and gazing at you intently, "So?"

You drew a deep breath, ready to explode. Olyvar always had a way of making you spill the beans.

"I am so fucking tired and overwhelmed, Oly! Ramsay is always going and it's exhausting. I guess I never noticed it before because I was always working too... but damn. He needs to slow down. Maybe i just can't hang anymore because I'm pregnant. I don't know. But it wouldn't kill him to just sit down and take a breather. He has me so stressed. You have no idea what I would give right now for a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of wine, and a whole bowl out if a bong. Like, get this baby out!" You said, the words cascading like a waterfall.

"And what is my god son's name?" Olyvar asked, raising a brow.

You heaved an irritable sigh, "he doesn't have one yet. Ramsay won't say shit. It's about to freak me the fuck out."

"Maybe if you acted like you don't care he would tell you. You get so worked up. He loves watching you meltdown." Olyvar said wisely.

He did have a point.

Lunch passed in laughs and arguments as you and Olyvar compared prices and distributors. Finally, multiple order forms had been successfully completed.

"We have probably a hundred applications as of right now. We need to set up interviews and get people hired. We are nearing the finish line, very quickly." Olyvar said, looking as excited as you felt.

You nodded, "yeah. We should start like next week."

"So, I was thinking. We should go see a psychic."

"Ugh. Not that again." You tutted, rolling your eyes.

"Oh, come on. It will be fun. There's a woman a few blocks over. She's supposed to be the best. You're my best friend, that means I can pressure you into going with me."

"Alright, alright." You huffed, "wanna go, Charlotte?"

"Sure, I'm game. It's always fun. Maybe my future looks brighter than the last time I went." She laughed.

You stared at the building, apprehension setting in your chest.

"Come on, (y/n). She's the best in the city, probably even the country from what I've heard. It will be fun. It's not like it's legit. You aren't doomed to some bad fortune or something." Olyvar said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the dimly lit building. As you passed the door you read the sign:

Madame Maggy

Psychic

Palmistry, divination, tarot, tea leaves, crystal ball

Charlotte made a noise of interest as she examined a shelf of crystals.

The windows and lamps were draped in shawls, and a pungent smell filled you as a wall of incense sticks burned. Various candles were set around the room with more crystals, funny symbols and runes, and interesting statues.

A woman stepped out of the shadows. Her brown eyes seemed to burn gold in the odd light cast around the room. She had the look of a woman would could have been beautiful. She was covered in shawls and bangles, gold teeth glittering in the dim light as she smiled at you and your party.

"May I help you?" She said in a simpering, honeyed voice.

"Uh... thought maybe we could get out palms read?" You said, suddenly feeling very nervous.

"This way." She whispered, pulling a curtain back. "One at a time."

Olyvar nudged you forward. You shot him a dirty look and followed the woman.

She took a seat at a velvet covered table, holding her hand out to you.

You took a ginger seat on the edge of the chair across from her and held your hand out.

Her hand was just as silky as her voice as she encased your hand in hers. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself, tracing a sharp nail over your palm.

"Mm... mhm... yes... what do you want to know dear?" She said quietly, opening her eyes, grip tightening on your hand.

"Uhh... not sure? I've never done this before." You said awkwardly, not looking her in the eyes.

"Mm, yes. But you're curious. A lot going on. A healthy baby boy growing strong inside you, giving you nightmares." She smiled, grip tightening further.

You snapped your eyes to hers, heart jamming itself in your throat.

"Yes. Horrible nightmares. Chaos. Fire. Death. You fear for your husband. Terrible secrets."

You yanked your hand back, and stood quickly. Afraid. You dug in your purse and dropped a 20 on the table, turning and leaving before she could say anymore.

You entered the front room, "Come on. We are leaving." You hissed to Charlotte and Olyvar, who both looked questioning.

Madame Maggy leaned against the door frame.

"What you fear will come to pass sooner than you think!" She called after you as you pushed the door open and stepped out into the street.

You took a deep breath, swallowing the fear and trying to compose yourself.

"What was that?" Charlotte asked, looking back at the door.

"Nothing. I want to go home and take a nap. I feel horrible." You said harshly. "Oly, let me know what day you want to run interviews. Be safe and be careful. Loves."

You gave Olyvar a tight hug. He gave you a look as you pulled away, "not today." You whispered in his ear.

He gave an understanding nod and smile. "Call if you need anything."

"Word." You said with a smile, climbing into the jeep.

You and Charlotte said nothing on the way to the safe house.

"I wish they would hurry up." You sighed, glancing over at the clock, starting to worry as the afternoon grew later.

"I'm sure they're fine. Just giving poor Matt shit. They are so mean to him." Charlotte assured you, taking the bowl of ice cream you had offered her.

"I know. I keep telling them to leave him alone, but you know them. Anyways, I need to clean the bathroom. No idea where the remote is. Ramsay hides it so I don't change his channels." You said, giving an apologetic shrug.

Even though it only took a solid 20 minutes to clean the bathroom completely, you were exhausted. You leaned against the counter, resting your hand on your belly when you felt it. You felt your child finally move on the outside. You drew in a sharp gasp of excitement. You couldn't wait to show Ramsay.

Maybe that would bring about realization and he would finally give you a name. You were very curious of the name he would come up with.

You just sat back on the couch when the backdoor burst open. You turned quickly to see Ramsay walk in, a pep in his step and humming a tune.

He placed a kiss to the top of your head as he walked past you and took a seat in his recliner.

"Where's the money?" You asked, watching him closely.

"What money?" He asked innocently.

You opened your mouth and closed it again.

He let out a laugh and nodded behind you as Matt walked in carrying two large duffel bags, dropping them on the ground at Ramsay's feet.

He looked much better than this morning.

He turned to you, glee all over his face, "that was the wildest fucking shit! This guy is fucking INSANE!"

"It just came to me! I know who I'm making you!" Ramsay said suddenly, looking fixedly at Matt.

"Huh?" Matt asked, as Damon, Ben, Alyn, and Yellow Dick all walked in carrying two duffel bags a piece.

"Your mask. I'm making you Star Lord!" Ramsay said, pulling the closest bag to him and unzipping it.

"No problems then?" You questioned, watching Ramsay stack bundles of bills on the coffee table.

"None at all. I told you it would go smooth, baby girl." He said, lighting a cigarette.

"How many did you kill?" You asked, unsure you wanted an answer.

"Unfortunately it was empty when we showed up, other than the tellers. So i killed them. I hated them all anyways. Whiny little shits they were. Oh, and that one bitch in the office next to mine. She was a whore."

You said nothing as you watched the Boys count cash and divide it up.

Matt pushed half of his stack towards Ramsay, "Cherry Pie."

"You sure? I mean, look at all this cash. You could buy a house. Take your girlfriend on an expensive vacation."

Matt shook his head, "I want that car."

"Alright, she's yours. Damon will take you by the shop when you leave here and give you the keys."

You looked down at your phone:

New Message.

[Mom: hey baby, we got in early. Eli is taking us to dinner when he gets off work. Really hope to see you!]

You looked up from your phone to gaze at Ramsay, who looked beside himself in smugness.

"Baby, going to dinner with my parents."

"Mkay. Just lemme get all this shit put up and take a shower."

"No rush. It's only three."

"In that case... all of you out. I need some time with my wife." Ramsay snapped.

Charlotte gave you a small wave and left with Damon and Matt. Yellow Dick and Alyn left together, and Ben shook Ramsay's hand before he, too, left.

Ramsay rose from his chair and walked into you.

"You, me, shower. Now." He purred, pulling your face up to his.

"We don't have a shower curtain." You reminded him.

"Don't care. Just don't slip when you get out." He smirked, gripping your arm and pulling you up.

"Then don't let me fall." You winked as he pushed you down the hall.

Slowly, you undressed, watching Ramsay run his tongue over this bottom lip as he watched you.

"So, you had an enjoyable day?" You asked, turning on the shower and grabbing you husband by the front of the shirt.

He loosened his tie and screwed up his face in thought as you unbuttoned the shirt.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. You? You look a bit peaky." He said, kissing your forehead as he shrugged out of the shirt and unfastened his belt.

"Yeah. Got all the bar stuff done. Having interviews next week. Boring business stuff." You said with a small smile.

But the truth was, the psychic's words kept springing up on you, and every time it would tighten your chest and make your stomach clench.

"Where is dinner?" He asked, kissing along your cheek.

"Dunno. I'll have to call Eli." You murmured, tipping your head back as he reached your neck, grabbing at his hips.

He helped you in the shower and wasted no time in pushing you against the wall, biting at you and running his hands over you as the warm water sliced over you.

You let out a loud moan as he shoved his hand between your slick thighs.

"What took you so long? You said you'd call. I was worried." You said, annoyance making a tiny flare in your stomach.

"I know, baby girl. Im sorry. I just... got caught up in the moment. I threw myself off. Lost track of time while I was with Theon. I've renamed him." He hummed, rubbing his thumb into your clit.

You let out a breathy moan, "oh?"

"Yeah, Reek. Because he fucking stinks. He smells like death and dog shit." He chuckled, shifting to stand in the water completely.

"How is he not dead?" You questioned, clawing at his his, letting your fingers wander ever lower.

"Well I feed him and water him daily now." He panted, pushing his hips into you as trailed your fingers over his hardened length.

"And what do you feed him?" You asked, raising a brow and griping him tight and moving your hand slowly along him.

He made a deep noise in his throat, pushing his fingers inside you.

"Table scraps and dog food. Sometimes a dog biscuit if he behaves." He replied, words weak as he focused on the pleasure you were making him feel.

"You're sick, you know that baby?" You said, pulling his fingers from you and taking them in your mouth.

He swallowed hard and let a smirk form, drawing a sharp breath as you swept your thumb over his wet tip.

"And you love it." He whispered in your ear, pulling his fingers from your mouth, and shoving his tongue inside your mouth.

You bit down on his tongue, sucking gently as he pulled your hand away from him, pinned you against the wall by your hip and pushed himself slowly inside you.

You released him and pushed your head back into the wall, "make me numb."

"No. I wanna make you feel good, baby girl." He panted in your ear, grinding his warm, wet body against yours.

"Daddy, make your bad girl cry." You begged, a reckless sensation burning inside you as the wetness between your legs mounted and body began to warm in pleasure.

He grabbed your wrists, holding them up over your head with one hand, and grabbing your hip painfully hard with the other as he pushed himself harder into you.

"Faster." You moaned out, closing your eyes tight.

He picked up his rough pace until it became uncomfortable against your belly. His excitement from the day clearly melting over into fucking you as he took care to give you both pleasure and discomfort at the same time.

But, the excitement from the day was still fresh and he met his high first. Hearing him orgasm was amazing. Nothing could compare to his primal, lust filled noises of ecstasy.

Once he had finished he gave a small frown, dropping to his knees and biting roughly at your sensitive spot.

It was a curious sensation as the water ran cold and a guilty, pleasurable pain surged through you like fire as you met your limit. Ramsay had to catch you by the hips as your knees gave out at the shock and force of your body releasing.

When he was sure you wouldn't fall he released his grip, and pushed himself up into the cold stream of water.

"This hot water heater fucking sucks." He complained, chills erupting on his body.

"Well, hurry up and get us moved to our permanent residence." You grinned, stepping out of the shower.

"You can't rush greatness, doll. Go grab me something to wear so we can go to dinner."

You wrapped a towel around you and left the bathroom to dress and call your baby brother.

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