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Chapter 5: From the Ground Up

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: It’s time for Bucky to take charge in your absence.

Word count: 4,065

Content/warnings: Interrogation, restraints (not in the sexy way), allusions to violence, swears, name calling, pet name usage, female reader, kissing, horseback riding?

Author’s Note: I REALLY loved writing this chapter. This is where we start to see the other storylines of the Outta Nowhere AU emerge, so keep an eye out as those get released.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Bucky was mad-no, he was seething as he paced back and forth in your home office. It was in the wee hours of the morning when his private jet had landed on the local airstrip. Within that same hour, Sam had personally escorted in the little nerd responsible for a good third of the turmoil going on in Bucky’s head: Jake.

Sam had taken the liberty of pre-binding his hands and duct taping his mouth shut. Bucky was going to enjoy ripping the goatee straight off his mousy little face.

Five hours ago

As soon as Steve had gotten off the phone with Bucky, he called the construction crew. They kept them on call for things like this, but the two of them never thought the stakes would be this high. It wasn’t often that someone important and non-expendable was put in this type of danger, let alone someone Bucky cared about. As he was finishing up the call and directing them towards your house, Sam reached out to him with a sticky note.

On it was a name and the address to an apartment in the city, along with Sam’s scrawled ‘pick her up on your way over.’ Steve nodded as he hung up his call and placed another, grabbing the duffel bag he kept packed by the door and heading out.

Three Hours Later

Bucky hadn’t left your side since the rocks collapsed. Luckily, the two of you had been able to find a small gap in the rocks where you both sat. It wasn’t large enough to keep air circulating, but it was big enough to at least allow the two of you to talk with each other. You and Bucky had shared so much, from him sharing his first business operation with Steve, to you detailing crazy college stories of when you, your roommate, and Curtis would hang out.

Bucky laughed along. There was a whole side of you he never knew. He had studied intently what showed up on paper, and he knew the hardships you’d faced from your deep conversation last week, but this? This was a whole new, more playful side. He was surprised to see your spirits so high despite the situation.

“I do not believe that one bit. No way you were climbing up clock towers at school just to steal the clock hands, or a random brick or whatever. You’re too straight-laced.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes as you leaned your head back against the stone wall. “Oh please, people already pay so much to go there, if anything, I had more than the right to do it. Our money pays for that stuff. Technically we owned it. Not the school.”

Bucky snorted. “You didn’t even pay tuition. Didn’t they pay you to go there?”

“That’s besides the point, Bucket. Fight the man. And anyway, if you think I’m straight laced, you should meet my roommate.”

Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, about that. She’s on her way here right now.”

Your ears perked up. “Decks is on the way? Oh, that’s good. She’ll be super helpful. She’s so organized, although, I can’t imagine she took well to whoever had to interrupt her beauty sleep. Who’s the poor guy?”

Bucky sharply inhaled. “Steve.”

“Oooo hooo hoo.” You laughed. “That’ll be a fun one for both of them. They’re either gonna love or hate each other. What are all the rest of the ETAs?”

Bucky looked at his watch. Well, really, he had been checking his watch this whole time to monitor his pulse, which was over 100 consistently since the tunnel buckled. He was shaking with concern for you, but kept his voice level to keep you calm, a trick he and Steve had worked tirelessly to master. “Ummm… looks like the construction crew should be here within the hour. And I’ll bet Decks and Steve will be pulling up any minute.”

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Anyone else coming that I should know about? So I can figure out where they’ll best fit around the farm? Decks is great with the animals.”

You hadn’t heard all of Bucky’s or Curtis’s phone calls earlier since they stepped out of the cave to make them with better reception. Bucky didn’t want you to know Jake was on the way, mostly because he knew you’d make him promise not to hurt the rat, and he didn’t want to have to make that promise with the high likelihood it would be broken. He decided a better move would be to change the subject.

“So where did the nickname ‘Decks’ come from anyway?”

“Oh! Well it’s actually-“

Bucky heard footsteps near the mouth of the mine. He did his best to politely cut you off. “Wait, Honey, I’m so sorry, quiet for one second.”

He sat there and silently listened, the rustling becoming closer and clearer until he identified it as hooves clopping gently against the soft ground. He heard Curtis’s voice say something vaguely before he moved to get his feet underneath him and brush off his pants.

“I think Curtis is here with Steve and Decks. I don’t want anyone else to come in, just in case it’s still too unstable. Can you tell me exactly what you need them to do?”

You nodded, even though you knew Bucky couldn’t see it and began to lay out the instructions. Decks and Steve weren’t here to clean out the tunnels, they were here to help keep the farm running until you were freed, and no one knew how long that would take. It was best to keep only those who could be closely trusted around until this was all figured out. God forbid the authorities come knocking, or worse yet, Cole. Bucky held onto your every word before briefly leaving the tunnel to relay the information.

Bucky returned to you shortly after instructing Curtis to take Steve and Decks back to the house so they could rest before their long day tomorrow. Everything needed to run as smoothly as possible to not raise suspicion from your absence, which they were going to claim was due to a corn crop farmer’s conference out in Iowa if anyone asked.

After another hour with you, Bucky let you know the construction company arrived and was starting to stabilize the ceiling so they could dig you out. “I’ve gotta go deal with some business, so I’ll be back soon. Plus, I can’t get in the way of these vehicles. But say the word to one of the crew and I’ll be back here in a minute flat. I promise.”

Bucky’s promises meant a lot. That was something you had learned in your conversations. He never said something unless he had a plan to deliver. A man’s word was everything in his line of work.

“Okay, I’m going to hold you to that!” You yelled back.

Bucky chuckled. “I’m going to send Sam back here as soon as he arrives. He’ll keep you company.” And with that, Bucky made his way back to the house.

So this is where Bucky found himself, walking back and forth menacingly behind Jake, who had been tied down to the guest chair in your office. Jake’s eyes shifted back and forth with nervousness as he tried and failed to hold back whimpers and near-hyperventilating breaths.

Bucky had been silent for only ten minutes. He liked the way it made them squirm. He could sit and stare all day, completely unbothered, as anyone he interrogated slowly lost their mind. Of course, there were other, more fun ways, to get information, but he wouldn’t dare mark up your home. He’d never let the one they called ‘The Winter Soldier’ be unleashed in your sanctuary. This is the closest he would ever get, though, and it would never be seen by you.

Bucky stalked around Jake and crouched in front of him. “A milk maid came in here and told me that you’d given him information about this farm. Care to share?”

Jake shook his head vigorously and whined through the duct tape over his mouth. Bucky leaned in closer. What was more terrifying than being yelled at by him? Bucky with an alarmingly level voice.

“Sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that. I can help you talk a little better, but you’ve gotta be quiet. There are people upstairs sleeping, and I can’t guarantee they’ll be as nice as me if you wake them. Promise to be good?”

Jake nodded carefully and slowly. Bucky reached for the tape at the corner of Jake’s mouth and ripped it off quickly. Jake’s head lurched forward, his mouth open with a silent scream between gasping breaths. Bucky examined the sticky side of the tape. There was no hair on it. The steam from Jake’s mouth must’ve reduced the stickiness just enough that it didn’t cause damage. Shame.

Bucky slammed his hands over Jake’s on the armrests of the chair. “Tell me everything.” He gritted out between clenched teeth.

Jake giggled uncomfortably. “Uh….there’s not really much to know, mister…sir….does this have to do with Peach? I thought she owned this farm now. Where is she?”

Bucky growled. “That’s not important right now, but yes, this is about this farm. Tell me everything you told the guy with the soft hands and the jackets that were too crisp to indicate a day of work in his whole life.”

Bucky had no intention to associate that with his own designer crisp suits that he wore everyday back in the city. That was different, it was a totally separate line of work, plus, he wasn’t trying to pose as something that he’s not when he wore them. Anyway, he’s not the one on trial here.

“Oh! You mean Cole? Fucking prick.” Jake mumbled looking down and to the side. “I can promise whatever he said to you was a lie. That guy’s always been awful. He hides a demon face behind his handsomeness.”

Bucky didn’t want to be on Jake’s side, but he couldn’t argue with that. But to keep him talking, Bucky leaned in closer, moving his hand towards the knife on his belt loop. Jake flinched and raised his hands in surrender as much as he could with his wrists tied down.

“Okay, okay, I promise I didn’t say much. At least not on purpose. I was at an investors party up in San Francisco when Cole bumped into me. He was bragging about how he had just inherited his parents’ company and it was way bigger than when we were in high school. Frankly, I didn’t care, I make an effort to forget about a lot from back then, mostly him, so I tried to disprove him by saying that there are still nice little farms around despite his family’s efforts. I told him I still had my mom buy me honey that Peach makes, herself.” He hung his head in shame.

Bucky huffed as he leaned back against your desk and crossed his arms. “Well, way to go. You know, they painted you to be some genius, but you’re an absolute idiot.”

Jake looked up and scrunched his nose. “Well I actually prefer the term loser, bu-“

Bucky raised his hand to stop Jake from talking. “I really don’t care. What matters is that you’ve made a mess for Honeybee that inconveniences all of us. I’ve gotta be the one to work on cleaning this up while she’s otherwise occupied.”

Jake cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow in confusion. “Who the fuck is ‘Honeybee?’ Are we talking about the same person?”

Bucky sighed and wiped a hand over his face, stopping with it covering his mouth. He looked at the helpless man in front of him. How had you ever dated this guy? If he used to be great, what on Earth happened to him? “God, you’re slow to catch on. Yes, it’s the same person, but I don’t think the sweet peach you used to know and love is in there anymore. Not after you abandoned her. And especially not after you gave up her operation on a silver platter to Cole.”

Jake swallowed as he caught on. He had seen the devious glint in Cole’s eye when they had run into each other, but just thought it was a product of Cole’s braggadocious success. Not his complete hunger for domination. Despite the way Jake left, he still cared for you. He didn’t want to see the thing you loved taken away, especially by the guy who caused him so much grief. The guy your family defended him from on so many occasions. He felt awful. You’d taken care of Jake when he was around, but when the opportunity came for him to do the same for you, he failed.

Tears began to well up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. Whatever I can do to help, I will, please, misterrrr…….”

Bucky’s shoulders pushed back in arrogance. Jake squealed all the information he had and didn’t even know the name of the man interrogating him. That wouldn’t do, especially if Bucky wanted to eventually release Jake back out into the wild once this was all over. He made a mental note to have someone coach Jake on how to not give up sensitive intel so easily. But for now, Bucky would take advantage of the ease of informational access.

“Barnes. You get to call me Barnes.”

“Ooh! So like a cool nickname only I get to use? I feel so special.”

Bucky chuckled dryly at that. Jake really was clueless. “No. Not at all like that.” Bucky leaned forward, elbows on his knees as his face inched closer to Jake’s.

“Now tell me everything you know about the mines.”

Jake’s eyebrows raised. “Oh? Those old things? Yeah, Peach and I used to make out in the-“

Bucky waved his hand again as he closed his eyes, unable to look at Jake for another second. “No. Skip that part. What else?” He quickly said, dismissively.

“I know they’re old? Like crazy old and probably prone to collapse at this point. But Pe- I mean, your Honeybee does some occasional civil engineering contracting work. She could probably easily whip up a plan to reinforce them.”

Bucky looked at Jake more intently. He liked the way Jake said his Honeybee, but he couldn’t let that distract him right now. And anyway, you were very much your own person. Far from his. If anything, he was yours. He knew about all your business endeavors, but not those kinds of specifics. “Keep talking.”

“Yeah, I kept up with her after school-well, more like I asked my mom to keep up with her. Apparently she’s like, designed bridges for town and stuff. Why? What’s going on with the mines?”

“That’s not technically your business.” Bucky stood there, debating on his next move.

Jake’s eyes lit up as he gasped loudly. “Oh my gosh. Is she in trouble!? Did she get hurt in a mine!?”

Bucky slapped his hand over Jake’s mouth and whisper yelled at him. “What did I say about keeping it down?”

Jake winced and whispered back. “Sorry. Does Curtis know?”

Bucky nodded. “Yes. And he’s upstairs sleeping. Don’t. Poke. The Bear.”

Jake nodded again. He was being so compliant, Bucky figured he could let a few more details slip. Maybe Jake was a little smarter than Bucky gave him credit for. “She’s trapped in one of the smaller caves. I’ve already got a construction crew digging her out.”

“Wait wait wait. You guys have a proper plan for this, right? You’ve gotta put supports in first and then calculate the load-bearing rocks. You can’t just go willy-nilly digging or it could get worse.” Man, based off that language, Bucky had no doubt Jake truly did grow up around you.

“Good observation, Jakey. That’s where you come in. I know I could’ve just called you if I wanted to know what you told Cole, but I needed you in person to know how serious I am. Grab your little computer and we’ll get going so you can run the calculations while Honeybee talks you through them. You can still ride a horse, right?”

Jake moved to get up, only to be stopped by the restraints. Bucky turned around from the door, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Oh, that’s right, my bad. I’ll get you untied and then we can go.”

Sam was talking with you about where to put which construction vehicles when he heard hooves make their way to the entrance. Bucky dismounted the back of a horse holding a laptop, followed by Jake who was riding ahead of him on that same horse.

“Not a word of this, Samuel.” Bucky growled lowly into Sam’s ear with clenched teeth. “I’ve already threatened the kid with the same.”

Bucky still had no idea how to ride a horse on his own, but would never admit that, so he was actually extremely grateful that Jake could take the reins. Sam had taken the other horse to get to you, leaving only one back at the house for him and Jake to use.

Bucky handed Jake the laptop and patted him on the back harshly, making it more of a shove. This led him to the small hole where you and Sam had just been talking.

Bucky followed at a quicker pace, reaching the area just before Jake could and held his arm out in front of the blond to bar him from going any farther. “Hi Honey, it’s me. I brought you a little present to help out, I hope you’re not mad. It’s your old friend Jacob from high school. Say hi.”

“Jake? Like… Jensen?” You responded, trying to look through the small hole unsuccessfully.

“Yeah, Peach, it’s me. I’m here to get you out. A-and Mr. Barnes wants you to know he’s been nothing but kind to me.” Jake clutched his laptop firmly to his chest, leaning over to be heard better through the small opening.

Bucky gave a stern nod to Jake for already responding well to his coaching on the way over here. Jake sat down by the hole where Bucky had sat before and got to work.

“Okay, Bee. Like I told you before, you say the word and I’ll be here in a minute. You can time me.”

“Where are you going?” He could hear the slight worry in your voice.

“To run a farm. And by that, I mean listen to Curtis.”

You giggled. “Okay, Bucket. See you soon.”

He looked back and smiled before turning towards Sam and pointing into his chest. “You tell me the second she’s close to getting out. I’ll be there.”

Sam nodded. “Sure thing, boss. Need help getting back up on your horse?”

Bucky was already turned away and heading back to your house. He waved a hand dismissively. “No. I’m walking.”

Sam chuckled as he watched the mob boss trudge away. He knew something had shifted in Bucky’s feelings. And he definitely had his suspicions that Bucky couldn’t ride a horse.

When Bucky returned to your house, he didn’t go upstairs. He feared the creaking of the steps would wake Decks, Curtis, and Steve. Plus, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep. Why would he when there was so much to do to help you? He would just get in the way at the mines, so he went into your office. He pulled out the files and article you had planned to show him the previous night regarding Cole from the kitchen, and as he sat down in your chair, he saw a contract with a familiar watermark. Shit.

Fuck. Shit. Bitch.

The letterhead was from ‘Turners Farm Corporation,’ which he had expected, but the associated law firm was ‘Hansen & Co.’ Bucky had his fair share of law firms in his back pocket, but this was not one of them. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

Lloyd Hansen was something of Bucky’s rival in the city. He was an unhinged lunatic. Where Bucky ran things with honor, poise, and calculated movements, Lloyd was messy, unpredictable, and reckless. He’d been trying to make multiple steps into Bucky’s territory, geographically and business-wise, but Bucky had done a decent job at shutting it down thus far.

And now Cole was in cahoots with Lloyd, well, not him directly on paper, just his bitch-ass sister who ran the firm. Bucky couldn’t believe-well, actually he could. He could believe that Cole would have teamed up with Hansen to build enough power for a takeover, especially considering it didn’t add up if Cole was making these moves on his own.

Fired by frustration that more than supplemented the sleep Bucky lacked from not just tonight, but this whole week, he snapped a picture of the contract and sent it to Sam. Sam would make sure it made its way through the right channels and contacts still back in the city. For now, Bucky had a more important priority than personally dealing with business: You. He had never been so grateful for Sam.

As he skimmed through the final page of the contract Cole had proposed to you, the first rooster crowed. Bucky got up to gather the eggs and make breakfast like any other day in the routine he’d grown so familiar with over just the past two weeks. But instead of cooking for you, he was cooking for the small army that came to your aid.

Curtis came barreling down the steps first, followed by Decks, and then eventually, Steve, who slumped and slinked down the stairs, reminiscent of Bucky’s first day doing the same. At least they were able to get themselves up.

Bucky plated their food, Curtis eyeing him with a small smile that Bucky failed to notice, and he sat down in his normal spot to start eating. He honestly didn’t have the appetite to do so, but he knew he’d crash without food since he already wasn’t sleeping, so he forced it down, preparing to go over the assignments with everyone once again.

Steve would be doing what Bucky had last week to set up the farmer’s market since it was scheduled to go again. Decks would be taking over the tasks you had, feeding the animals, and then doing sales with Bucky since people already knew his face. No need to raise more suspicion by introducing two new people to an event you were usually at.

Once everyone cleared their plates, they got to work, doing everything they could to be of assistance for the mob boss who was very evidently on edge.

It was early afternoon when Bucky got a call from Sam. He immediately picked it up.

“We’re close, boss. Only a couple more large boulders to go before there’s a big enough gap to pull her through.”

Bucky dropped the empty crates he was carrying onto the floor of the storage shed where he was returning them from the farmers market. Lucky for him, the storage shed was much closer to the mines than the barn.

Bucky was full-on sprinting in a way no one had ever seen. He never had to once he rose to power. All he did was walk, his long strides alone commanded enough respect. But this wasn’t about pride. It was about you.

He arrived at the mine entrance, breathing heavily, just as Sam was holding your hand, helping you step over a pile of sand and pebbles. Jake stood awkwardly to the side as you looked up from your feet to see Bucky quickly moving toward you. A smile took over your face and you sighed in relief. He scooped you up and spun you around before setting you down again and using his large hands to frame your face. Bucky didn’t care about the dirt and grime that had built up on the two of you. All he cared about was your safe return to his arms.

You watched as his eyes darted between yours and down to your lips. You wouldn’t hold back anymore. He had put all his resources into saving you, helping you. Without wasting another second, you leaned up on your toes and smashed your lips into his. When you pulled back, Bucky lost consciousness, collapsing in your arms.

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Congrats babes on 3000 followers! If you're still taing requests , I would love to see Curtis Everett/Mob AU/"You don't know what I'm capable of."

Thank you so much! and oh my goodness, Curtis + Mob AU is the most delicious of pairings!

Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader

Summary: A meeting with Curtis 'The Axe' Everett takes a surprising turn

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Darkish? Mob Dynamics! Arranged Marriage! Language! Guns! Brief Mention of Blood!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You smoothed out your black shimmering dress, the one you chose because it looked like an endless night sky, in the back seat of the car. Your gaze was set on the numerous industrial buildings you passed as you drove through town. It was different to what you were used to, trees that went on for miles only broken up by long drives towards estates. It was different in that despite the lack of nature it felt alive, like the buildings were breathing as men and women moved around on the streets.

The placement of a hand on top of yours drew your attention away from the view. You glanced over and smiled gently at your husband as his thumb brushed over the large ruby on your finger.

“It goes well with your dress” Bryce murmured.

The corner of your lips twitched upwards “black does go with everything” you pointed out with a smirk.

Bryce snorted and shook his head as he smoothed down his tie “I would have preferred to have worn something with a bit more oomph but I want us to look like a team”

You nodded your head in agreement “The deal is pretty much finalised right?”

“Right, but nothing is set in stone until the signature is on the paper, so I just need you to be my secret weapon” Bryce smirked as he leant over and caressed your cheek.

You nodded your head, you understood exactly what that meant. You were there to look pretty and be a distraction while the men signed the deal.

It was a risky strategy. You were meeting Curtis Everett, otherwise known as The Axe and in the mob world if your leader had a nickname they were in a league of their own.

But you were confident that he would fall into the trap you laid like a black widow. In previous meetings, you’d caught his icy blue eyes lingering on you and what you wore then was far less revealing and tempting than the dress you wore now. If everything went to plan he would be too distracted by your looks to notice the changes to the contract Bryce had made.

Soon enough the car pulled into the nicer end of the industrial area. As you stepped out of the car you glanced around, it was clear lots of money had been pumped into this part of town yet it had kept its industrial charm.

You looped your arm in Bryce’s and allowed him to lead you inside the apartment building. The doorman waved the both of you through, directing you to the top floor where Curtis’ penthouse apartment was.

The man himself was waiting for you when the elevator doors opened. He wore a simple white shirt and black slacks. Much more understated than Bryce’s three-piece suit yet he remained the better dressed out of the two.

“Welcome,” Curtis greeted as you walked over.

“You have a lovely place” you commented as you looked around.

The industrial look had carried on inside his penthouse. It was full of deep blues and browns with accents of metal throughout. Despite all that, it was warm, welcoming and comfortable. Much different to the stately home you shared with Bryce where all the furniture was so posh that it looked nice but it wasn’t comfortable.

Curtis grunted and his lips twitched upwards as he glanced over at you. His icy blue eyes roamed over your body before he turned “this way”

You follow him into the next room which you guessed was the equivalent to Bryce’s drawing room. There was a large roaring fire, various different places to sit all comforting and inviting. There was a wet bar which Curtis was making his way towards, but your attention was captured by the large arched window that took up most of the far wall.

Your arm slipped from Bryce’s as you walked over to the window, your hand reaching out to run your fingers over the black metal frames. You admired the view as the two men began to talk, exchanging basic pleasantries.

You gazed over your shoulder, taking advantage of the men being distracted to survey the room. There was only one entrance or exit, unless you counted the window you stood by. You noted that Curtis didn’t have a bodyguard in the room, the only one was Bryce’s.

You looked at Curtis whose sights were already on you. You gave him a small arch of your brow which he returns with a small dip of his chin. Keeping your eyes on him you sauntered over to where the men stood at the wet bar. Keeping a healthy distance between them and positioning yourself between them and the bodyguard.

Curtis who was stood behind the bar passed Bryce, who was sat on the other side, a tumbler of whiskey before turning his attention to you “Would you like anything?”

You shake your head, hands gently gripping the clutch handbag you brought “No thank you, maybe later to celebrate”

A smirk played on Curtis’ lips as he nodded. He then turned his attention back to Bryce, his face turning as hard as stone. He took a couple of steps back to lean against the back counter and crossed his arms over his chest.

“About that… I’ve been doing my due diligence as any good businessman would do and decided to ask around about you some more, get some more… references” Curtis stated “Let’s just say they were less favourable than the ones you provided”

“If you’re talking about Drysdale he’s a trust fund prick” Bryce growled, his grip tightened around his glass.

“He is” Curtis nods “but his grandfather didn’t have many positive things to say, neither did many others”

“My family has been in this business since we first came to this country hundreds of years ago” Bryce stated tapping his finger down harshly on the bar counter “You need us and this deal, far more than we do”

Curtis’ poker face gives nothing away “I don’t think that’s true, you approached me, I’ve heard your family have been siphoning money and it’s only gotten worse since you took over, you’re approaching the red” he stated.

Bryce’s knuckles turn white “You know nothing about my financial situation, whatever you heard is wrong do you really think I’m foolish enough to advertise that if I was so near the red?” He argued.

“You’re doing it without even realising it” Curtis retorted.

“Sign the goddamn deal already and we can sort all this out later” Bryce growls slapping the contract down onto the bar.

Curtis didn’t move let alone flinch “No”

“I wouldn’t recommend that” you spoke up.

Bryce shot you a glare while Curtis looked over at you inquisitively “Why?” He asked.

“Financial situations aside, Bryce’s family carries a lot of influence, and so does mine it’s the reason he married me” you start “You may have created quite a notorious reputation for yourself but you’re still new and you’ve made a fatal error” you pulled out the gun you hid in your clutch, a silencer in place so even his guards outside the room wouldn’t hear the shot.

Curtis doesn’t flinch “Now I wouldn’t recommend that,” he said, you noticed his hand slyly reaching behind his back, not that it mattered it wouldn’t stop you.

You smirked at him “You don’t know what I’m capable of”

Faster than anyone could realise what was happening, especially Bryce, your aim shifted and the bullet was fired. It found its intended target inside Bryce’s head.

Before Bryce’s body had even slumped onto the bar, Curtis pulled out his own silenced gun and fired, Bryce’s bodyguard collapsed to the floor dead.

Finally, a smirk broke out on Curtis’ face “I think that went perfectly to plan”

“It felt so good too” you sighed, relief coursing through your body.

You grabbed a cloth from the bar and wiped down the gun to remove your fingerprints and remove the silencer. You sauntered over to the dead bodyguard and placed the gun in his hands while removing his gun from his belt.

Everything went according to plan and Bryce was none the wiser. You hadn’t lied when you said the reason Bryce had married you was your family’s influence, but you hadn’t agreed to it your father had. You were the sole heir to the business yet your father didn’t believe you could handle it so married you off. It was truly a marriage of inconvenience.

So when you heard about Curtis six months ago you set up a meeting. It was strictly business to begin with but then it developed into a friendship and then an affair. Which is why the two of you hatched this plan to merge the families and free you from Bryce.

You had been secretly working behind the scenes for weeks, planting enough seeds to doubt in Bryce’s men, gathering enough support that once he was gone they would follow you.

“It was very sexy” Curtis murmured as he moved over to you, placing his hand on your hips, head dipping to press a kiss to your bare shoulder “Freedom is a good look on you”

You smiled up at him, reaching up to cup his cheeks. Your thumbs brushed over his beard as you gazed into his blue eyes which had warmed now the mask was dropped.

“I’m about to look a lot less attractive” you smirked.

Curtis gave you a lopsided smile as he kissed you “Never” he said before kissing the tip of your nose “Ready?”

You nodded as you walked into position. You stood the opposite to where you stood before, so to anyone who entered you would be on the wrong side to where the bullet came from. You also made sure to stand far enough away from Bryce so it wasn’t strange that you weren’t covered in his blood.

Curtis took up his original position and took out his gun, he glanced over at you and nodded to make sure you were ready before he shot another two rounds in quick succession. At the same time, you let out a blood-curdling scream, hand cupped over your mouth playing the part of a wife who’d just witnessed her husband’s murder.

Crocodile tears were streaming down your face as Curtis’ men rushed into the room along with a couple of your own men. Everyone had guns drawn and were pointing them at each other as they surveyed the room.

“What happened?” one of Curtis’ men, Grey, asked.

Curtis shook his head in disbelief “I don’t know, he just shot Bryce out of nowhere” he explained pointing over to the dead bodyguard “I shot him before he could kill anyone else” he added as he glanced over to you.

You were still sobbing as everyone else lowered their guns “he and Bryce had an argument yesterday, something about pay…” one of your men comments as he glanced down at the guard with disgust “What’s gonna happen now? The deal” he asked as he looked at you.

You shook your head and sobbed harder, making sure your entire body shook.

“We’ll sort that out later” Curtis huffed as he made his way out from behind the bar and towards you “Let’s make sure you’re okay first, how about a drink?” he offered as he gently led you to sit down.

You nodded as you sat down, making sure your shoulders were hunched “Thank you” you muttered weakly.

Once your drink was in your hand Curtis saw to the bodies, making sure they were properly disposed of and any blood was cleared up. You kept up your grieving and shocked widow act the entire time, slowly allowing yourself to calm down as time passed.

When enough time had passed Curtis sat down in the chair opposite you “I guess the deal is off?” he asked.

You shook your head “No… it’s still on, but let’s re-negotiate” you said as you looked over at him.

There was no need to negotiate. You and Curtis had already agreed to the deal, you had made sure all of Bryce’s business went to you in the event of his passing before an heir was born. With the deal you struck with Curtis, you now shared them with him, as well as all of his businesses. It was essentially another marriage deal, but the wedding would come later and at least this time it was your choice.

“Sounds like a plan” Curtis smirked.

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shadeysprings · 1 year

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Within the Shadows

—Curtis Everett x F!Reader

Summary — Secrets are revealed amidst the celebration of your brother’s ascent to underboss.

Warnings — unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), established relationship, graphic violence, character death, betrayal, hurt no comfort, implied kidnapping, entrapment, Mean!Curtis is in the building.

A/N — This is written for @the-slumberparty's April Monthly Challenge: Mob AU and the prompt I chose was "I don't love you. I own you." I do ask you to be gentle with me as it's my first time writing for Curtis and I'm still trying to get a hang of him.

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Standing at the side with the walls and champagne being your only companion, you observe the events playing out in front of you.

Your father’s friends, several of his trusted associates, and family members have gathered in your home to celebrate your brother’s success. He not only passed the challenges that were thrown to him by the leaders, but he also impressed them, giving more than what was being asked of him and utterly exceeding their expectations. It not only convinced them to bestow upon him the title of underboss but deemed him worthy of being your father’s successor in the syndicate.

You’re happy for him—truly you are for you’ve supported him every step of the way and did nothing but encourage him to make your father proud. It even came to the point of helping him in one of the jobs when he caught himself in a tight situation. Giving him a plan of action on how to face the problem which eventually worked in his favor and allowed him to slip through it easily.

Though such a feat, when presented by your brother to your father, was simply brushed off.

“Her words are nothing but a meaningless babble of a jealous child.” Your father sneered in your direction. “You, my son, are still the one that did all the work.” And praised your brother.

“Don’t listen to him, sis,” Gabriel said after your father dismissed you both from his study. “He knows I wouldn’t have succeeded without your help. Besides, I’m underboss now and you can be my consigliere.”

Despite his encouraging words, you still felt defeated, knowing well that no matter what you do to help the family, the way he sees you will never change—a burden, someone with no caliber to the family, and the worst of all, the reason for your mother’s death.

“He’s the child any parent would be proud to have!”

The cheers that echo throughout the main room pull you away from your thoughts and you watch as the guests gather around your brother, clapping him on the back and giving him another round of congratulations. While you, the other child, remain unseen in the background.

Not wanting to endure further any more of the festivities, you finish the remaining contents of your champagne flute in one gulp and set it down on one of the tables before making your way up to your room. You know no one will be looking for you or asking of your whereabouts. Hell, you doubt your father would even care if you left home right there and then.

Staring at your reflection in the full-length mirror, you begin taking off your jewelry and make to reach for the zip of your dress. But the sound of your door opening and closing draws your attention, a small smile grazing your lips upon seeing Curtis’ reflection when he stands behind you.

His usual black long-sleeved shirt is hidden underneath a black coat jacket. You also notice his beard is freshly trimmed, making you adore the way he looks—still gruff but with a splash of class.

You stare at his sapphire eyes as they grow serious with intent when he starts unzipping your dress. Rough hands move delicately over your skin and he pushes the straps from your shoulders, the fabric cascading down your body and pooling around your feet, leaving you only in your shoes and panties.

“You left the party.” He drones, arms slowly circling your middle before he leans down to press a kiss on the crook of your neck.

“No one would look for me.” You sigh and turn to face him, leaning against his touch when his large hand cups the side of your face and his thumb rubs small circles on the apple of your cheek.

“I would.” he breathes, “I did.”

You close your eyes when he leans down and you lean up to meet him halfway, pressing your lips against his. He kisses you softly at first, exploring, gentle, and giving then you feel him pull you close, your hands pressing against his solid chest, and a soft moan leaves your lips when he deepens the kiss.

It wasn’t easy getting to where you and Curtis are now—remembering the day he joined your father’s men; a newbie to the syndicate and assigned to watch over the boss’ daughter.

His silence and grouchy exterior caused you unease, making you unable to trust him and simply go along with your father’s wishes just so as not to upset him. But as the months turned into a year, you grew to know him despite his lack of enthusiasm to talk and you slowly found a friend in the lonesome world of the syndicate.

He’d accompany you to errands your father would give you, an act of pity or a means to give in to your brother’s requests, and you felt nothing but safe in his company. Always standing guard even with no threats visible but you knew better than to question his judgment. He’d even lent a listening ear each time you would ramble on your frustrations about the lack of trust the family gives you and would give small words of comfort, telling you that you’re better than the leaders that run the business.

Eventually, your relationship blossomed, although in secret—Curtis sneaking into your room when you would call upon him or spending days with you at the family’s vacation home when your father would have you nowhere near the mansion when he had his capos over for meetings.

Aside from your brother, he’s the only one you trusted. A confidant you’ve always wanted and a lover you never knew you needed.

Your arms circle his neck, pulling him closer as you reciprocate the intensity of his kiss, tongues, and teeth clashing against each other. A giggle slips from your throat when he carefully, blindly walks you toward the expanse of your bed.

As your back hits the mattress, Curtis kneels on the ground, lifting your leg as his lips trail butterfly kisses down its length before wrapping his fingers around your ankles, one by one, taking off your heels and dropping them to the floor.

Instinctively, you hook your leg over his shoulder and welcome him into your heat. His name leaves your lips in a series of soft moans, fingers skimming over his shoulders and then through his buzzed hair when his lips press against the front of your panties, tongue soaking through the fabric as he rolls it around your clothed clit.

You feel him push your panties to the side, the cool air of your room kissing your heated skin, and your pelvis bucks against his mouth when he laves his tongue slowly against your slit and connects with your clit once more, flicking on the bud before wrapping his lips around it to suck on it hard.

“Curtis—!” you gasp his name, uncaring as your voice bounces against the walls of your bedroom, pulling him closer and slowly grinding your pussy against the warmth of his eager mouth.

He doesn’t hold back and you don’t want him to, loving the way he takes and takes but at the same time gives you the pleasure that has been an addicting sensation each time he’d bury his face between your thighs.

His beard only adds to the lust-filled sensation running through your veins, rubbing your sensitive skin raw and sending a wave of pleasure down to your toes. Your back arches and your breath hitches when he slips his tongue past your pussy folds, licking, tasting, and lapping up the nectar that pools at your core, a gift you willingly give and desire for him to take.

You feel the stirring at the pit of your stomach and you urge to pull away, to stop him from his worship. But he doesn’t relent, hooking his arms around your thighs, growling against your cunt that makes your skin shiver and you do no more but succumb to his control, whining as you feel yourself reaching your limit.

“Curtis—please,” you beg and try to lift yourself by your elbows but the way he looks at you, piercing blue eyes meeting yours, have you convulsing, the intensity of the orgasm taking you by surprise that you tip your head back and call out his name, fingers digging into the duvet as your essence rushes out of you.

“Sweet as ever, princess,” he rumbles into your cunt and gives your clit one last kiss before licking you clean and pushing himself from the ground.

You’re panting heavily, a smile of satisfaction etched on your face. It’s what you’ve needed to release the stress from the evening’s event and forget about the humiliation and dejection from your father.

As you lay on the bed, limbs weak from the pleasure, you smile once more when you feel Curtis join you. He’s naked and warm and you immediately wrap your arms around him when he hovers over you, parting your legs wide to enfold them around him as he positions himself between them.

“Curtis—I need you.” you whimper, feeling the tip of his rub against your folds. “Please—”

“I know, princess,” he whispers, lips ghosting against your cheek before he presses his forehead against yours. “I know.”

With Curtis kneeling on the bed, his arms wrapped around you possessively, you gasp for air with your fingers scratching his skin raw while he sucks on your breast, his cock impaling you repeatedly and making you bounce against his thighs.

He’s made you come twice now and it’s the third time he’s having his way with you, giving you no respite to have you breathe and only switching the position to take you once again. He’s eager and full of passion, a feat you’ve never seen before and you bask in it, allowing yourself to fall into his demands.

He thrusts into you with pure hunger, teeth grazing against the nipple that makes you whine and meet him with each thrust, feeling his cock slide deeper and deeper into you as your cunt slickens further from the lust that cocoons you both.

You look down at him when he pulls away from your tit, sapphire eyes dark, blown wide, and laced with carnal desire. You lean down to kiss him and he meets your lips with a fiery intensity, laying his back on the bed and effortlessly pulling you on top of him.

He swallows your moans when his pace quickens, fucking into you hard and fast, the sound of your skins slapping against each other filling your ears with the unrelenting tempo of his hips. You try to move your hips but he doesn’t let you, keeping you still as his arms tighten further around you.

He’s movements are frantic and reckless and you pull away from the kiss to take in air. But it only makes him latch his lips onto your neck, sucking on the skin and bruising it with his teeth, the sensation making you moan loudly when you feel yourself, once more, reaching your peak.

“You’re mine, princess," he groans when he pulls away from your neck, his eyes boring into yours as he circles his hand on your nape. “You understand? You’re mine.”

“Yes,” you choke, pressing your forehead against his. “I’m yours.”

You feel his cock throbbing against your walls and your breath hitches, hands gripping him tight when the dam within you finally breaks, and your pussy walls flutter around him, your body spasming as you come hard and coat his cock with your essence. He doesn’t take long to follow after, the air in your lungs leaving you all at once when he gives a hard thrust, your name spilling from his lips in a form of a growl when he spills his seed deep within.

Exhaustion finally takes over and you lay limp over his solid chest, soft whimpers escaping your lips as he keeps grinding his pelvis against yours, fucking more of his come into you. You keep your eyes closed, too tired to even move a muscle or appreciate the post-sex haze. But a smile makes its way to your lips when he presses a kiss over your cheek, moaning softly when he wiggles his hips, keeping his cock snug inside your swollen cunt.

“Sleep, princess,” he mumbles against your hair, hands gently caressing your skin. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” His words act as a soothing balm, a comfort you desperately need and you snuggle in his hold, basking in his muscular scent and the warmth he gives you before your consciousness dwindles and you fall into a sated slumber.

But he’s nowhere to be found when you stir from your sleep, a vast bed and a muted darkness greeting you instead of the face of your lover. Though it doesn’t take away the peaceful smile that forms on your face and the delicious ache that sings deep in your bones.

You try to hear if the party in the main room is still up and swinging but the time displayed on the clock says it’s way beyond midnight. You only hope that the festivities have been long over and that everyone has gone home and called it night but still, you don’t put it past your father to hold one of his private meetings with his capos now that your brother has joined the fold.

Walking toward your closet, you put on a pair of pajama shorts and a night shirt before leaving your room, wanting to look for Curtis and grab a glass of water before heading back to bed. But as soon as you climb down the stairs, an odd feeling drenches you with the halls being eerily quiet and your father’s men that usually walk around the house nowhere to be found.

You make it to the kitchen, still set on your intent when a peal of chilling laughter sounds from the main room. The voice is somewhat familiar, one you’ve heard in your father’s meetings with his boss. But that can’t be—despite your lack of involvement in the syndicate, you know the rules that had been laid out for the others to follow.

“Let’s see if these moves fuck!” The voice says with amusement.

An angry shout follows after followed by a pained grunt and you can tell it's your brother. Immediately, you run to the dining table and snatch the gun tied under it before stalking over to the main room, keeping to the walls to check on the unwanted visitors. But what you witness makes the bile crawl up your throat, a massacre of your father’s associates, the strong scent of metal wafting through the air as lifeless bodies are scattered across the floor.

The walls of the room are painted crimson and men you don’t recognize stand still at the sides, armed and stoic while they watch the scene playing out before them; your father tied to a chair, gagged and beaten while your brother stands in front of him, protecting him. Blood trickles from his head and his left eye swollen, he holds up a knife, grip tight on the handle while he faces the enemy that taunts him.

Lloyd Hansen is never supposed to set foot on your family’s territory. It’s the rules the elders have given when your father was gifted the city. But there he stands, looking pristine in his black turtle neck and blood-spattered white jeans with only the cut on his cheek and his disheveled hair giving away that he’s been fighting. But still, he holds himself in that cocky demeanor, the hair on his lip twitching when he smirks and taunts your brother.

Before he could get close to your brother, you stand away from where you’re hiding and pull the trigger, a loud bang resounding through the walls as the bullet meets the marble floor by Lloyd’s feet, making both men flinch and Hansen’s men stand on alert, all guns pointed at you.

“What the fuck?!” Lloyd shouts, his head turning and anger etched on his face when he faces you. “You almost shot me!”

“Stand down.” A voice calls in the room and you stand in shock when Curtis comes out from the shadows, a hand resting on Lloyd’s shoulder before walking over in your direction. “You’re not supposed to be here, princess.”

“Curtis—” you say in a rush, panic surging through your veins when he nears you. “What’s going on—”

“Stay away from him, sis!” Gabriel shouts, grunting in pain soon after when one of the men clad in black hits him in the back with a gun, making him drop to his knees. “He—” he wheezes, “he’s a traitor.”

“What—” you flinch when the gun is snatched from your hand, the firearm sliding across the floor. Curtis stands so close, his sapphire eyes laced with darkness as he rests his hands on your shoulders. “Curtis?” your lips quiver upon saying his name, the easiness slipping from your lips and replaced with fear. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is that we’re taking over this worthless city, sunshine.” Lloyd answers from behind him, a smirk playing on his lips as he runs a hand through his hair. “Why don’t you tell her, boss?”

“Boss?” You blink in surprise and step back from Curtis, disbelief running through your head as you try to piece everything together. Your brother’s warning, Lloyd’s words and Curtis looking unscathed despite facing the enemy. “You’re—” anger surges through your veins and you ball your hands into fists, lunging at Curtis and beating at his chest. “You liar! You fucking used me!”

But you’re fighting a losing battle as he easily grabs your wrists and you yelp loudly in pain when he turns you around, twisting your arm and bending it behind you, your shoulder straining from his strength.

“You let her go!” Your brother shouts in rage but Lloyd kicks him in the stomach, making him bowl over and drop himself on the floor.

Curtis walks you into the vast room, having you stand over your brother and you cry when you see his condition, battered and bruised as he struggles to push his feet under him. But you only shout in agony as Lloyd kneels over him and continues to beat him, fists raining down on your little brother’s face, blood spilling from his mouth.

“Watch carefully, princess.” Curtis drones, his other hand framing your chin as he forces you to face forward. “This is all thanks to you.”

“Why are you doing this?!” You shout as you continue to struggle against his hold. “Please—let him go! If you love me, Curtis, you’ll let him go.”

You feel him tense behind you and you’re washed with relief when he commands Lloyd to stop.

Lloyd’s fist stops mid-air, a huff of annoyance leaving his lips before he stands and Curtis’ grip on you slackens, allowing you to stagger forward and kneel before your brother. You cradle his head as you try to wipe away the blood from his face. your tears flowing continuously as you stare down at him, watching him cling to life as you grab his hand and press it against your cheek.

“I’m here, baby brother.” you whisper, lacing your fingers through his. “I’m here.”

You see a faint smile form on his face but a loud bang echoes in your ear, making you recoil in fear. But as soon as the chaos dissipates, you face your brother to check on him but stay stock still when he stares up at you with lifeless eyes, blood trickling from his head and staining your hands, seeing a bullet lodge in his head.

You scream in shock but more in agony as you shake him, and beg for him to be alive. But nothing comes out of it, not a sound or even a movement, making you cry out harder as you hold him to you, your baby brother—gone.

Another shot sounds and you snap your head to the side only to see your father slumped forward, his restraints holding him from falling off his seat. But he, too, met the same fate as your brother. You turn to see Curtis standing over you, the gun you previously had in your hand now in his and you pounce at him, rage taking over you as you try to attack him.

But he easily fends you off by smacking the back of his hand against your cheek, making you drop down where your brother lays. You then wince when you’re pulled by your hair, making you look up to face Curtis who crouches in front of you, the hand holding the gun reaching over to caress your cheek that swells from his assault.

“Why are you doing this?” You cry, defeat drenching you cold. “I thought you love me—”

“Love you?” The low drawl of his voice sends a chill up your spine, pulling away when he leans closer and presses his forehead against your own. “I don’t love you. I own you.” he spits and you feel your heart break at his words, all the comfort you felt with him shattering into dust.

He did this—fooled you and your family, disguising himself as a bodyguard only to get information on the ins and outs of your father’s business. And the worst part? You showed him the way. With all your complaining and mindless ramblings, you were feeding him information that no one should have known.

So, his words bear some truth, that this was all your doing.

“And along with that, everything your family has.” He smirks and your stomach rolls in disgust when he presses a kiss on your forehead.

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andydrysdalerogers · 6 months

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Preview! Presley (A Curtis Everett Mob AU)

Welcome to Concord. An up-and-coming town outside of Boston. Where kids can play with their friends and shop owners advertise with signs on the street. It’s a quiet town. An unassuming town. A town where one-man rules and no one forgets it. This town, Concord, is Curtis Everett’s town.

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

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I walked the man out the door and was shaking his hand when I noticed a young woman wandering outside the gate of my home. She looked about 24 or 25, with light brown hair and glasses. She wore a black peacoat with long black boots. Something about her reminded me of my Anna. As Adam walked past her with a nod, she approached the steps to the house. “I apologize, is this the Everett residence?”

I couldn’t help but stare at her. Dark curls hung down her back with blue green eyes framed by black framed glasses. Her full lips were a sweet pink, and I had the sudden urge to feel them against mine.

What the fuck?

I mentally shook myself and cleared my throat. “Yes, and you are?”

She gave me an earth-shattering smile and I was blown back. It was a smile that was just like my Anna’s.

“My name is Presley. I am here for the nanny position.”

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navybrat817 · 3 months

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OOOH. I can very much see this as mob!Steve.

But why is it also giving me Curtis vibes getting cleaned up and growing his hair out a bit? Or Curtis having a twin that was raised with money and power while Curtis struggled and had to work hard for everything he has?

Or am I just rambling at this point?

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Can we get an update on Curtis and the reader who met after getting into a car accident??

I know it’s not really sugar baby per se but I’d love to know more about how she became Mrs Evertt

Thank you! And have a good night/ week! Hope the tumblr app stops bullying you! ❤️❤️❤️

How they first met: (before the accident)

“Drinks up, foods on the way.” The bartender handed you the tray of crystal glasses, filled with whiskey, rye, bourbon and scotch.

Every glass had been marked for which man it was meant for, correlating with the colour of their cards. It hadn’t made much sense to you, and you hadn’t been scheduled for the night. Your boss asked you to come and help, promising overtime. Judging by how he was nervously pacing when you arrived earlier the party was made of intimidating and important men.

The party held in the VIP lounge had been going steady for over two hours and since you’d arrived there’d been a steady flow of women up and down the stairs, and into the laps of the men there. You had been impartial, keeping your head down and your hands busy serving drinks and food.

You hadn’t paid any mind to them but as one of the other waitresses approach the bar to help you, she stopped to your left and slipped a piece of paper toward you.

“Mr. Blue eyes wanted me to give you his number. He’s been watching you all night.”

“Me?”

“He’s interested babe, and if I were you I’d take the chance to dine on caviar and $1000 glasses of champagne.”

What happened immediately after the accident:

“I am so sorry about the car. I swear to God I didn’t see you and my boyfriend-“

“Do you like Dom Pérignon, angel?” Curtis hadn’t spared a single venomous glance your way. Rather he had looked over his menu at you and cast his eyes upon you with a look you couldn’t quite understand.

“About your vehicle-“

“I don’t want to ask again, angel.” His velvety voice had startled you, and you stammered a response that made him snap the menu shut.

“No. I understand. That cheap bastard can’t even afford to give you wine that comes in a bottle.” Curtis had leaned back against his seat and raised an arm, a single motion to bring a waiter toward the table.

“My boyfriend intent a cheap bastard.” Your retort had drawn a smirk to his lips and he pressed a finger to his lips to quiet you.

He was condescending and cocky. He seemed arrogant with a vehement ego and yet everything about him was turning you on.

“Quiet for a moment darling, I’d like to hear your voice uninterrupted.” Curtis had addressed you and then the waiter, his tone of voice shifting within a single beat. “Dom Pérignon, your best bottle and some gold flaked chocolate covered strawberries. My darling angel loves strawberries.”

How they got engaged:

“I told you.” He grunt against the back of your neck, his cock buried deep into your cunt, his hands gripping your hips to hold you steady. “I told you sweetheart.”

“Curtis please-!” You whined, trying to buck your hips or move, trying to do anything to create friction you needed. “M’too full-“

“I know baby. You feel me in your belly?” He kissed the back of your neck, dropping one hand to tap against the bulge. “I’m right there.”

“I need-“ you whimpered, pushing yourself back onto his cock, hoping to stir him to fuck you again.

“And I need you to give me an answer. I asked you a question, darling. I asked you to become my wife and then you started biting on that fucking bottom lip-“ he pulled out and slammed back in, growling animalistic to match every powerful thrust of his hips.

“You’re too damn good for this world, you need to be protected by a man who has the power to safeguard you.”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit…” you cursed, reaching to touch your clit and finding your hands slammed in front of you.

“No, baby. You know the rules.” Curtis gripped your hip, he fucked you with every powerful motion he had. “No cumming until I get my answer. Now…”

“Will-“ he pulled out and tapped the head of his cock against your seeping pussy lips.

“Marry-“ he ground his throbbing cock against your clit, teasing you as you sobbed in pleasure.

“Me?” He pressed the tip of his cock against your puffy pussy lips, waiting for your answer.

“Yes!” Relief, white hot relief crashed into you as he slammed back in and fucked you relentlessly.

You gripped the wood and screwed your eyes closed as he fucked you to and through your orgasm. And even beyond.

“Good girl.” He lightly smacked your ass, praising you while you lay against the hard surface spent and tired. “Your ring…”

He was still locked in you, still filling you, when he reached behind him and grabbed the box, opening it with one hand to show you the ring inside.

“The future Mrs. Everett.”

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krirebr · 3 months

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Happy Friday Lovely!

😘

Oh noooooooo! Look at how he's coming for me! Unrelenting! What did I doooo?????

Is this mob!Curtis maybe? And I've been his for a while now, but he's so possessive and strict that it's starting to chafe. So, I sneak past his guards and out of his estate, meeting some friends at a club on the edge of town. And oh, is this one his too?? Well, he just owns so much of the city that it's impossible to keep track. But as I'm dancing and drinking and losing myself to the music and the noise and the crowd, his men have all let him know I'm here. And now he's coming to collect what's his...

A happy Friday indeed! I hope you have a great Friday yourself, Chelsea!

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foreversecrets · 1 year

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Rogers Family Expansion Masterlist

Joseph Rogers amassed power and money, along the way he had many women and the kids to prove it. Upon his passing his eldest took up the role of leading the family. Its the next generations turn to run the business and expand the family.

As parts are added the order will change depending on where they belong in the series.

Status: Ongoing

Meet the Family

Meet the Wives

The Wedding Aesthetics

My Notes

The Introducations Stories:

When Steve Met Annie

When Frank Endured Daphne

When Curtis Saved Chole

When Juliana Coerced Lloyd

When Andy Advocated for Aria

When Ransom Submitted to Tori

When Ari Caught Blair

Disgruntled Drysdales

Un-Conceivable

Foot in Mouth

Home Invasion

Allergy Accident

Bloody Hands

Postpartum

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Hairy Girl

Warnings: smut, hairy female Chubby reader, size difference, self insecure

Pairing: Club owner and Mafia boss! Curtis Everett

Since you have the memory, you noticed your body is kind of different to other girls.

When you start growing, you can see your hair on your body is more than others.

Well, most of them could be hide, but you can't wear shorts or short skirts without leggings or long socks...

And the situation is worsen when your body is larger than your colleagues. You don't like to wear skirt anymore, and you only wear short pants in home.

You accidentally let one of the girl see your calf's one time in your middle school.

You can't forget the embarrassed scene when she squealed "Eww, leg hairs!!"

You know she didn't have propose but the squeal really hurt you.

The self depression continued to your college.

Today is your friend's birthday Party in your last year, you agreed your girlfriends and some boy-friends to come here since it's the last time in college.

You standing in front of the mirror and glared at your reflection of the mirror.

You wear a long sleeve hoodie and a long skirt, the length is near your ankles and hide most of your legs.

You courged yourself that you look not bad, maybe not pretty, but at least not weird and won't have unwanted attention.

You pick up your bag and meet your friends in the front door of the bar.

You've heard this club, its owner is familiar with the cops and the gangs in this city. So you don't want to earn the unnecessary attention.

That's why when you nearly bump into a man and you're in panicked.

“Oh shit...I am so sorry, sir. Are you alright?”

You scan his face when his large hands steady you and shrink of his touch.

“I am good, miss. Next time, you can wait in the guest room if your friends not come yet.” His cobalt blue eyes stares at you and you nod eagerly while you shift to side to menage more place to let him walking away.

“I-I am sorry again, sir.” You hold your bag and want to flee out here now.

The brunette hair man doesn't bugging you, he shakes his head one more time to tell you it's nothing to worry about before he enter the club. The guards all bow to him and call him “Sir!”

When your friends arrive all, you ask them if you can enter other place but not this club.

Of course, they reject you and pull you in even though you told them what's happened before.

You duck your head down and try to stay in the crowds. Checking your watch from time to time, you order yourself a cocktail with low alcohol. You don't like the taste of alcohol and you don't think it's a safe place to drink to you.

Across the room, the brunette hair man sitting on sofas. His eyes wandering and sways the glass of Whiskey.

“Today we have some special guests, don't scare them and don't cause any trouble. Especially Barnes's girl, or I would send the troublemaker to him and let himself dealing with you.”

He shifts his eyes and spots you in the corwds, you are chatting with your friends and sipping your drinks.

Curtis suddenly feels his throat dry. To be honest, your wearing is nothing special. A common hoodie, a long skirt and a pair of Rome sandals. You're not special but somehow you catch his eyes.

He drinks your curvy inch by inch, and he gulps his whiskey without move his stares.

“Freya...” Curtis speaks under his breath before he whispers something to his man. The man nodding and leaves to do his orders.

Your friends now all down to the dance floor. Just when you think you should go home after you drink your cocktail, the bartender comes to you.

“Do you want another one, miss? This one is free?”

“Huh? Ugh..why?” The bartender just send you a small piece of paper.

There's a text "Call me" with a phone number and a name

Curtis Everett

You freeze when you read his name, and you lift up your head.

“You sure you don't send it to wrong people? It's... it's might not for me, I mean this should give to another woman...”

“I...I don't know, miss. But Mr.Everett told me, if you have any problem, just tell him yourself, he's in the end of the hallway.”

The bartender is nearly crying.

You receive the letter eventually, but when you try to find your friends and told them you're leaving. You bump into a man's arms again.

“Ohhh! Sorry, sir. Are you...alright?”

Curtis smirks and his hand tuck into his pockets of his pants. He smiles down to you, and you suddenly notice how tall and giant he is. You can barely reach his chest.

“Already tired, Freya?”

“I-I am not Freya, I am afraid you're mistaken me as someone else, Sir.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No no, the Freya is beyond the name of our family, it would only give your mate.”

You blink your eyes once, and twice.

“I know it's sounds creepy and too fast, but...I also know I could make you be my mate and the time would prove that. Of course, as long as you allow me.”

Though his words are polite, but you can hear that he won't take “no” as answer.

You bite your lips and nodding slowly. Curtis lift up your hand and kiss the back of it. Your face heating up and you don't know how to react.

“This is just begin, Freya. Now, I would let you go with your friends. But next time...”

He lean to you without warning and you can smell the spicy taste from the whiskey.

“I would escort you back to your home myself.”

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Dream Come True - Part 1

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, femme. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Shooting mentioned, not written. American healthcare system. Bullying with an emphasis on fat shaming. Please let me know if I miss any!

Part 2

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Curtis stormed into the manor. Normally he didn’t care for visiting the higher ups, surrounded by their opulence but this wasn’t normal circumstances. He headed straight for Steve and Bucky’s office, the folder Jake compiled for him under his arm. As much as Curtis wanted to act on this he knew he had to get permission first, as Mace kept reminding him.

As soon as he entered the office, the Bosses greeted him.

“The nieces are okay?”

“Yes,” Curtis replied. “We did a priority background search on the would-be thief. Found no connections to other families so he was likely just an idiot trying to get some quick cash.”

“And the guy who took the bullet,” Bucky asked.

“She is currently in the hospital,” Curtis felt his fists tighten, thinking about her situation. “It wasn’t life threatening, just a quick surgery but she’s not gonna be allowed to walk for a few weeks.”

The bosses nodded their heads, “you made sure Beck is her doctor?”

“Yup. But there’s a hitch that I need permission to fix,” Curtis took the folder out from under his arm. “She got fired for missing some big meeting. First person she called was her boss, to explain what happened, and the asshole fired her over the phone. Now she’s trying to leave the hospital way too early because she’s scared of not being able to afford the care.”

Steve and Bucky looked astonished at this information. “Who the hell fires someone for that? Especially when she has the proof to back her story,” Bucky huffed. “You got that information, right?”

“We got it months ago when she first started tutoring the nieces,” Curtis affirmed. “Had to make sure she wasn’t someone playing the long game.” He handed the folder to Bucky who opened it. The men took a few seconds to find her boss’s name. Curtis was pleased to see Steve’s eyes go steely with anger.

Steve looked at Curtis, “I’ll make sure he gets handled.”

Bucky cut in, “for now, work with Huffman to get the paperwork settled. Officially, she’s been employed by us, as a tutor, for months. We’ll make sure the backpay gets added to her account. Beck and Jensen can work to make sure her insurance goes back as well.”

Curtis nodded his thanks and left to go back to the hospital. Hopefully she hadn’t succeeded in leaving.

“Please,” you plead through tears, “please just let me go home.”

Dr. Beck shook his head, “that would be wildly irresponsible of me. You have no emergency contacts, which tells me you have no one to help you out at home. You need to stay off of your leg for at least a week and you need help to do that. If that means keeping you here for that week, so be it.”

“I can’t af-”

Dr. Beck interrupts, “I’ve been in touch with some people, namely the family of those two girls you rescued. You’re not paying for anything and they insist you get your full rest here.”

“I…” you’re flabbergasted at the news. Jake and Jefferson had always been kind but you never got the impression they were so well off they could cover someone else’s medical bills. You can’t stop crying. It’s been a tumultuous day.

There was a knock outside the privacy curtain and a deep voice asking, “is it okay to come in?”

“Yeah, come on in,” Dr. Beck replied. “Been expecting you.” He turns to the source of the voice. Walking to your bed is a tall, muscular man with a buzz cut, beard and the most piercing blue eyes you’ve ever seen. You blink back tears and try to compose yourself. Crying around medical staff is one thing. Crying around strangers who might not be used to tears is something else.

“I’m Curtis,” he holds out his hand to you.

“Hi,” you shake his hand, confusion written all over your face.

“I’m here to inform you that you do, in fact, have medical insurance. You also have backpay.” Curtis starts putting paperwork on the patient table in front of you. “You’ve been tutoring my nieces for several months. The least we could do is make sure you’re being paid for your time, complete with benefits. Just need you to sign a few things.”

“What?” Far from answering your questions, you find yourself even more in the dark. “I…I don’t understand…”

“You helped my family,” Curtis replied. “Not only did you offer your time and patience, you’ve given your health and well-being. The least me and mine can do is take care of you.”

“I, uh,” you hesitate, trying not to insult, “are you sure you can afford this?”

“Yes.” There was no room for argument in Curtis’s tone. His face was stern and you discerned no cracks indicating he was lying in any way.

“I don’t know what to say,” you whisper.

“Don’t say anything,” Curtis tells you. “Just sign here, here and here.”

With a look to Dr. Beck, who gives you a reassuring smile and nod, you take the proffered pen and shakily sign where Curtis tells you to.

“And, with that,” Curtis gently smiles, “you were officially hired by us three months ago as a private tutor for two of our nieces. When you’ve recovered, you will return to your work and we may have more for you to do.”

Ransom was having a great day. His ugly assistant missed a big meeting and he finally had grounds to fire her. She'd been hired by his grandfather so he couldn't just get rid of her without a reason. He even encouraged her remote work so he wouldn't have to look at her. Now he could hire an assistant on his own and actually pick someone easy on the eyes.

It's not like the job was difficult. He needed someone who could research stuff he needed to know for his writing. Anyone could do that. He could, too, but he didn't want to and could afford to hire someone else to do it for him.

He was in the middle of writing up the job ad when the door to his office slammed open, making him jump. Steve Rogers was glaring at him as he strode into the room.

“Rogers,” Ransom smiled. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Did you hear what happened to the nieces today?”

“Jake and Jefferson's girls? No.” Ransom was genuinely concerned. Those girls were spoiled by everyone in the families but they still managed to be the sweetest people he knew.

“There was an attempted robbery at the shop,” Steve continued, walking closer and closer to Ransom. “They were nearly shot by the idiot. Thankfully, they were rescued and someone else took the bullet.”

As Steve sat down on the desk Ransom started putting some pieces together. He wasn't an idiot. The nieces almost being shot and his assistant actually being shot? It would also explain the rage emanating from Rogers.

“The woman who took the bullet requires a lot of medical care. But, of course, she can't afford it since her asshole of a boss fired her.”

Ransom gulped, “I can hire her back. Say it was a moment of anger, a mistake that never should've happened.”

Steve stood and pulled up Ransom by the front of his sweater, forcing him to stand on his toes. “Do you remember,” Steve growled, “why we had to send Lloyd into exile?”

“Too many casualties?”

“Close. He viewed people as expendable. This family got started by helping others. Helping the Unions. Supporting the communities. So when you treat someone like that, you disrespect all of us.”

Steve let go of Ransom’s sweater, setting him on his feet. Without warning, he punched Ransom in the stomach so hard he doubled over.

“You are on notice,” Steve told him. “You've been straddling the line for some time now. But one more slip, and you're gone. Understood?”

Ransom coughed, “yeah, I get it.”

“And you don't have to hire her back. We got her a much better boss.”

Part 2

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Chapter 4: Under Pressure

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?

Word count: 5,468

Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!

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The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.

Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.

You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?

Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.

Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.

“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”

Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”

Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”

Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”

Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”

Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”

“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”

Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”

“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.

“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“

“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“

“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”

“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.

“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”

Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”

“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.

You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.

You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.

The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.

This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.

Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.

You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.

He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.

You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”

Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.

You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”

All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.

Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.

“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.

“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.

“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.

Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”

Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.

“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”

Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”

You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He’s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.

“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.

Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.

Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.

He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.

Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.

“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.

“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”

If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”

You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”

“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.

Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.

He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.

Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”

“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”

Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”

Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”

Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”

Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.

“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”

Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”

Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”

It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.

“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.

You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.

You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”

“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.

“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.

“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”

“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.

He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.

“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.

It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.

Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”

Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.

You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”

You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”

That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.

All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.

He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.

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Angel Of Death, Chapter 12

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Warnings: swearing from a child, Ransom antagonizing a child, mentions of murder

Ransom was out of his car before Bucky Curtis had pulled to a stop, rushing towards you instantly. His eyes were widened in alarm as he noticed the red mark on your cheek. He felt rage brewing in his heart as he looked at you and then to your men. He pulled out his gun and aimed it between them, “what the fuck happened? Who hit her?”

As soon as you shied away from his hand, he looked back to you, his attention pulled from Nick and Frank.

“Get away from my mom!”

Ransom’s jaw ticked as he looked at the little boy. But you shook your head, ”I-I lied to him… Ransom, please put the gun away.”

Ransom glared at the young man in between himself and you. His glare settled on Charles and his nostrils flared, “you mean he hit you?”

“I-I deserved it, Rans-“

“You’re a woman and his mother,” Ransom growled, glaring at the boy again, “he should never raise his hand to you, Nicola. I would never even think about hitting my own mother.”

“Ransom, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” he argued, half tempted not to holster his gun. But when he felt your hand on his pec, his eyes softened, and he looked at you. He holstered it and his hand reached out to touch your cheek, “are you okay?”

“Loki…”

And suddenly his walls were back up as Curtis, Ari, and Bucky walked around the perimeter of the house, pausing at the beginning of the backyard. He was quick to pull you to himself as though his body would be your shield if Loki was still lurking around the corner.

“Boss…you’re gonna wanna see this,” Bucky commented with a stern look, “it’s definitely Loki’s work…and he massacred them.”

“I don’t need to see a massacre, Barnes…”

“Loki and Kemp,” you answered, clinging to him, “th-they had Charles.”

“Oh, so your son will watch his grandfather and his men be murdered and he slaps his mother…” Ransom growled, turning back to the child, “sounds like he needs to learn some manners. Or don’t they teach that in Italy?”

“Ransom.” He turned his attention towards you again and he noticed that you had a nervous look in your eyes.

“Baby…what’s wrong?”

“Baby?”

You blushed, looking away from how your son seemed to question your newfound relationship with Ransom.

“Play your cards right, and I’ll make sure you don’t get shipped off to military school for hurting your mom, you little shit.”

“RANSOM!”

“Yeah, we get it, you hate Ransom, he’s banging your mom, and she called him for help,” Bucky said sarcastically to the awkward trio. Your eyes went wide, and you rushed your son and attempted to cover his ears, but it was too late. The damage was done, “It’s an even more awkward situation if we keep tiptoeing around it. Now, what do you want us to do, Ran? Curtis will sweep the house and make sure there’s no bugs or explosives, but she can’t stay here...not with the target on her back. Not unless you want to be burying her and the kid next.”

“Mommy?”

Your son had turned to you, and you looked away from him, embarrassed that he knew what was going on between you and Ransom wasn’t strictly business. The two of you had already had a discussion when he brought you flowers, and you had told your son that you weren’t interested. It was an obvious lie, but one that he hadn’t felt the need to call you out on. At least, not until now.

“You’re staying at my estate,” Ransom said definitively ending the moment of unspoken communication between you and your son, “you and him…and your men.”

Your eyes shot back to Ransom, and it was your son who put his foot down, “We are not! And I mean not! Staying with this pansy, mom.”

“This pansy is banging your mom.”

“RANSOM!”

“He started it.”

“Way to go boss!” Bucky smirked, stopping short of you three, “fighting with a six-year-old.”

“I’m eight, asshole!”

“CHARLES! LANGUAGE!”

Your son looked up to you, his hardened exterior fading away as he gave you the most innocent look he could muster, “is this true? Are you sleeping with him, mommy?

“I don’t think that this is an appropriate conversation, Char-“

Mommy?”

“What do you want me to say, Charles?”

“The truth!”

“The truth is that it is none of your business,” you admitted softly, not really willing to disclose the exact relationship which you and Ransom had. But it was mainly because you, yourself didn’t know exactly what the title was. You knew that the two of you weren’t dating, but last night had felt so much more intimate than just simple sex. You felt connected to Ransom in a way that had taken you years to feel similarly with Charles, “but we will be staying with him, since he was kind enough to offer. Thank you Ransom.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

He smiled, watching as your son cringed when he called you by a pet name. He leaned in, pulling you into his arms once more as he stuck his tongue out at the young child. Charles glared daggers at the mob boss and looked up at Curtis, the silent man who was coming down the steps with a manilla envelope.

“What’s that?”

“Paternity shit and a DVD marked ‘conception,’ along with some other stuff,�� Curtis grumbled, handing the manilla envelope directly to Ransom. You felt your heart thumping anxiously in your chest as you knew that it had to have been from Bobby. He looked at Charles and the young boy gave him a silent nod. He did the same, and his eyes shifted between Ransom and himself, “you the kid?”

“Obviously. Are you the dumbass?”

Curtis smirked at him, enjoying the snarky attitude, but you blushed and pulled your son beside you, “I’m so sorry, he’s not norma-“

“He’s fine. I like him,” Curtis admitted. Charles smiled, feeling like if he was going to be stuck with Ransom and you, that he’d at least find a friend in the standoffish brute, “he’ll get along well with Mary.”

“Who’s Mary?”

“So, you’re saying that you have two dads?”

“No. It’s really not that hard to understand, Mary shrugged as she tried to explain her situation to Charles yet again, “Uncle Frank adopted me…so he’s kind of like my dad…but I just call him Frank…and then there’s Ari. He’s uncle Franks boyfriend. They were supposed to marry each other, but your mommy and Mr. Ransom are jerks.”

Charles frowned, hearing someone talking bad about his mother, “my mommy didn’t do that. It was probably Ransom. He’s a right prick…I bet that it’s for sure all his fault. You’ve met my mommy. She’s nice.”

“Yeah,” she sighed in agreeance, “I do like your mom. But when they made Frank and Ari break up, I wasn’t allowed to be here anymore. I never been to your estate, so I don’t know what that’s like. Is it nicer than here?”

“Wait…so you know this place?”

“Of course I do,” she giggled, leading him through the massive corridor on the third floor, “this whole floor was for me, Curtis, Bucky, Frank and Ari when Mr. Ransom insisted we live together to be closer.”

“I like Curtis,” Charles smiled, “he lets me swear.”

“He’s really cool,” she admitted, “he’s the weapons guy for Ransom. And Bucky is the security guy…what does Nick do?”

“I don’t know what any of them do,” he shrugged, “I haven’t been with my mommy long.”

She frowned, “I haven’t seen my mommy in a long time either…but at least I have Frank and Ari. And now that we’re in lockdown together because the bad guys went after your mom, you can help me.”

“Help you?” he asked, “help you with what?”

“You have to help me get Frank and Ari back together.”

Charles bit his lip, weighing his options. Then he smiled, “okay. I’ll help you…but under one condition.”

“Name it!”

“You have to help me break up Ransom and my mom.”

She sneered, “Ransom and your mom? They’re dating? That’s gross.”

“I know,” he grumbled, “so what do you say, Mary…you gonna help me?”

She sighed, “fine…but only if we get Ari and Frank together first!”

“Deal!”

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Presley ~ A Curtis Everett AU ~ Part Eight

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap; rape

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Chapter Eight ~ Negotiations

Presley

I’ve never given much thought on how my life would end.

When I was trapped in my father’s house and slated to marry Charles, I had considered taking my own life just to escape. But my mother, bless her, she knew and convinced me that she would get me away from this life. When I was on the run, I feared a bullet being put into me. The last year was the first time that I hadn’t thought about my demise. For the first time, I could plan a future. I could see myself having love with Curtis, raising our children. We had talked and we always wanted more.

It wasn’t suppose to be like this. Mama had said that marriage was hard work but that love would be the foundation. I had asked her once whether she loved my father. She told me she used to. A lot of things had changed after the war we had when i was a child. That was the reason he could no longer have children, an accident. After the war, my father changed and was no longer my papa. He starting making plans on how to protect his family, his legacy. I was a princess and now I was just a pawn.

Enter Charles.

He was sweet, once. When we were introduced, he had charm, charisma. A good looking man from an under family. He had saved one of my cousins and earned favor with my father. My engagement was announced a month later. He just had to wait until I turned 18.

Then came the library.

It was a typical mafia soiree, food, liquor, music. I needed a moment to breathe. I was feeling nervous. My birthday was in less than a month away. I wasn’t ready to be a wife and my mother had been pleading with my father to wait until I was older. But my father refused. So, I was sulking in the library, emotional over all the congratulatory wishes we were getting. I had to stand by his side. At the time, I was happy to marry Charles. I would be queen of this family as my father has always said. But when someone mentioned starting a family right away, a surge of unease filtered into my belly and I needed a moment.

“You’re hiding, love.” I turned to look back at Charles.

“I just needed a moment to take it all in.” I smiled to comfort him. “Its a little overwhelming.”

“Yes, it is. But when we are in charge, you will want for nothing, be worried for nothing.” He kissed my forehead. “I promise, everything will be fine.”

“I know you will take care of me, Charles. But, I am nervous about being intimate and having kids. I wanted to see the world and live a little. I wanted to spend time with my husband before we are parents.” I looked back out the window.

“I can’t believe you are so innocent in this world.” He pressed up next to me and I could feel how aroused he was at the idea of me being innocent.

“Charles, please, I just need space,” as I moved to push him away.

“Oh, darling, I’m just looking for a taste.” He grabbed my hands to put them over my head. My dress, which he had requested be shorter than I liked, rode up to the tops of my thighs. “You are gorgeous, my little innocent flower, mi Piccola.” He kissed me hard. I struggled to break free but he had a tight hold on me. With my wrists in one hand, Charles used his other hand to skim from my knee up my dress. “Fuck, so hot right here,” pressing on my center.

I screamed. He tried to silence me but the sound caused my guard, Natalia, to rush the room. My mother had been looking for me and ran in with her. Natalia pulled Charles off of me and threw him to the ground. “You’ll never lay a hand on her again or I will gut you like a fish.”

Charles picked himself up and dusted off his clothes. “You will regret this,” he told her. “All of you!” He stormed out. I was sobbing in my mother’s arms.

“Sweetie, this is bad,” my mother says to me. “We need to get you out of here. Natalia, in my sewing room is an envelope with Ameila’s name on it in the bottom drawer. Grab it and wait for us in the garden.” My mother grabbed my face. “You’re gonna be ok. You just keep running.” She walked me out to the back of the house, away from the party.

“Natalia will know what to do. Just keep moving. Change your name if you can Ameila.” We made it to the back fence. Natalia was there with a small backpack. “Take care of her.” She kissed Nat’s forehead. “Keep her safe. I will distract them for as long as I can.” She looked at me. “I love you princessa. Remember that.” She took of the necklace she wore, my favorite and sent me into the night.

I didn’t know that would be the last time I ever saw her.

We ran and for some reason, a car flashed it lights. “I called in a favor,” Natalia told me. A man behind the wheel didn’t say anything as we climbed in. But before I closed the door, I heard a shot in the night.

We ran for two years before we got separated. They had found us, my father’s men and Natalia led them in a different direction. I thought she was dead as well. I found my way into Massachusetts and met Cat. The rest is history. I thought I was safe, that i found a home. My future was in my sight.

I didn’t see that I would be back in Charles’s clutches.

He paces in front of me, speaking on the phone. I keep digging my nails into my palms, trying to stop my body from trembling. I can only imagine who he is on the phone with. Probably my father. He finally hangs up and turns to me. “I’ve been waiting six years to find you Amelia.”

“My name is Presley.” Why am I being defiant to a psychotic man?

“That’s right. Marco did say that you changed your name. Legally as well.” He smiled. I remember that smile. Ladykiller, my mother called it once. “We’ll change it back once we are married.”

“I’m not getting married.”

It was like he was lightning. One second he was on the side of the room, the next he was in front of me, grabbing my chin so I would look at him. “If I say we are getting married, then we are getting married. Do you understand me? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” I nodded, scared to open my mouth. This is the lunatic that my father chose for me. “Good.” He planted a kiss on my lips and it took everything not to gag. “Now, we leave in an hour, so freshen up, we have a drive a head of us.”

Once we were in the car, Marco driving with another guard I had never met, Charles took my hand and intertwined our fingers. When I tried to pull away, he just tightened his grip. “You’re hurting me,” I whispered.

“Then behave.” Charles sighed. “You know Presley, I wish we had the last six years.”

“Why? You just wanted to use me.” I kept looking out the window, tears slowly running down my face.

“I thought you and I were made for each other. I only ever wanted a taste. I was never going to hurt you, sweetheart. But you decided to scream. And everything was ruined. Your father though, he is a smart man. He still made me his right hand and I’ve slowly taken over. The men answer to me.” He squeezed my hand until I looked at him. “I am the head of the Giovanni family now by reputation. After I make you my wife, I’ll be the head of this family forever.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Stick and stones, sweetheart. You could have been in a position of power. Standing by my side. But now, well now, now you are going to be my little slut. I’ll keep you chained to our bedroom, naked and waiting for me to use you as my personal cumdrop. Whenever I need a release, it will be in your little whore pussy.” He voice was calm, smooth, as if his words weren’t deploring, deprecating. He grasped my by my hair to tilt my head so I could look up at him. “I always win, princessa. It took six years to take power from yur father but I can bet that it will take less time to break you.”

I struggled to get away from him put he pinned me as he got close to my face. “Don’t touch me,” I cried.

“You’re mine, Piccola and I will do whatever I want.” He inhaled my scent and then kissed my neck. “I can’t wait to make you submit.”

Yes, I was back in my nightmare.

Charles

Leaving my princess in her cell, I moved to the living room. My men were preparing for our departure from Camden. We need to leave before the King of Camden knows we are in his city. “How much longer?” I ask.

Sid answers, “five minutes, just waiting for the last car.” The plan is set.

“Excellent. Sid, get our Queen and put her in my car.” I fixed the cuffs of my suit and turned to Marco, my second. Are the preparations ready?

“Yes sir. The ceremony site is ready and we have Mrs. Giovanni’s dress for Amelia.”

“Perfect.” Once I married her, I was changing her name back. I fucking hate that name. Presley. She’s been my Amy, my Amelia, my Piccola, my queen. And I was going to demonstrate my power to the family.

Everett thinks he got the underhand on me yesterday. Showing old man Giovanni the supposed “proof” of my indiscretions was a step too far. All of those were willing participants. At least they were, once I fucked them hard enough to render them stupid. I made all of them sign NDAs after I had them. All except my cousins and Mrs. Barber. She had tasted the sweetest. Fucking Lloyd spoiled that taste for me.

Its been about four hours since Amelia was taken from the Everett compound and my phone buzzes. I smile because I know who it has to be. “Hello Mr. Everett.”

“You little fucking bastard!”

I laughed. "You told me twenty four hours. Well I did it in four. Look at that.”

“I will find you and I will get back my girl.”

“She was never yours,” I growl. “She has always been mine. Happy hunting, Mr. Everett.” I hung up on him and walked out to the cars. “Let’s go!”

Amelia is seated right next to me, holding herself as far away from me as possible. “You’ll enjoy being my Queen, Amelia.”

“Presley,” she whispers.

“I hate that name,” I growl. “We’ll change it as soon as possible.” My phone rings again and I smile. “Mario, what can I help you with?” I put the phone on speaker.

“Do you have my daughter?”

I hold the phone out towards her. She looked at me and I growl lowly to her. Her lips tremble before she answers. “Hi papa.”

“Lia.” I can see Amelia’s eyes begin to water. I knew that was her nickname she had when she was a child. It's something that she probably hadn’t heard in years. “Are you ok?” What the fuck is this question? The man has never cared for his child in the time I knew him.

She looks at me terrified and I nod for her to answer. “I’m ok.”

“Good. I will see you in a few hours, figlia.”

“Si, papa.” She looks away from the phone but I can see the tears running down her face.

“Everything alright Mario?” I could have sworn I heard something in his voice. He wasn’t usually affectionate with his daughter but then again its been six years since he’s seen her.

“Nothing, Blackwood. Just get her here.”

He hangs up and I turned back to Amelia. “I can’t wait for our wedding night, Piccola.” I run a hand up her leg. I wish she had been in a dress or skirt so I could feel the smooth skin I remembered. But she slaps my hand away.

“Do not touch me,” she seethes.

I won’t let this behavior continue. I grab her by her hair at the root and pull her head towards me. She cries out and as much as I love that sound, I need to ignore it. “You are mine Amelia. I can do whatever i want with you. Do you understand?” When she doesn’t answer, I yank harder. “Say it.”

She whimpers. “I’m yours.”

I kiss her hard. Finally, I have what has been mine for the last ten years.

Curtis

I’m pacing.

That call with Blackwood put me on my last nerve. Jake is tracking the necklace. She never takes it off. It subtle enough that no one things its worth anything. That’s why Presley liked it so much. But her ring, well her ring will be a show stopper. I want the world to know she is mine.

“She’s still stopped at the same location,” Jensen says. “Its still in Camden.”

“Sir, are you sure you don’t want to reach out to the King of Camden? He could have the house surrounded in an hour,” Clint asks.

“No, something like that could trigger them to hurt her.” I knew I could call Ari and have him help but this was my war. I do send him a message, as a courtesy.

Everett: Levinson, heads up, there is a situation happening in a house in Camden. We have a feeling it will move in the next hour but I wanted you to be aware. Levinson: Need help? Everett: not yet. I don’t want to risk her or your men. Levinson: Her? Your queen? You know our agreement is we help Everett: I know. I have an insider and they have advised to stand down for now. We’re tracking her. Levinson: You know Jennie and I would do anything if needed. Everett: I know. I’ll let you know.

I put down phone and resume my pacing. I need to get her back. the visual of my children asking for their momma hurts my chest so much, I actually rub at it. It feels like hours have passed but in reality its just been a few minutes. My phone rings. “Yes?”

“They are moving. To New Jersey.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll wait for you.” The line goes dead.

I face my team. “Jersey. Let’s get ready.” The men move to grab their gear but I see one person who is waiting. “Nat?”

“I’m coming with you.” The determination is set on her face.

“Natasha, that is not a good idea,” Clint starts to say but I stop him.

“Nat, are you sure? This will be dangerous and I don’t think Presley would want you to be in danger.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “Tell me you’re sure.”

“It was my job to get her to safety. I’m just finishing the job that Mrs. Giovanni gave me. Please, let me finish my work.”

I nodded. “It’s your right but you listen to either me or Clint.” She nodded. “Let’s move.”

I watched the blinking light on the monitor Jensen handed to me. Hang on Kitten, I’m coming for you.

Presley

A few hours later and I know I am back in hell.

Well, my own personal hell.

I’m back in my father’s house.

Charles escorts me into the house. It looks the same, as if time stood still. I looked around and saw the one thing that had changed. In the corner stood a painting of my mother and me. There were fresh flowers positioned around it. I took a step towards it to read the plaque.

Beloved Wife and Daughter

Forever In Our Hearts

He has got to be joking. I scoff at the painting and turn back and freeze.

“Lia.”

One word. Its one word that until today I hadn’t heard in years. Its a direct hit to my heart and it cracks.

“Papa.”

My father rushes and pulls me into his arms. I remember this type of hug. It’s the type of hug I missed after I left. After I had disappointed him. “Mi Bambina,” he cradles my face. “I wish you had disappeared figlia,” he whispered. I’m confused.

“I wish I had too.” A tear slides down my cheek and he brushes it away.

“Figlia, non aver paura. C'è un piano per farti uscire di qui. Ricorda solo tutto quello che ti ho insegnato.” (Daughter, don't be afraid. There is a plan to rescue you. Just remember everything I have taught you.)

The one downfall of Charles Blackwood is that he didn’t learn enough Italian. I’ve been fluent since I was five years old. My father has a plan. A plan to have me rescued.

“Si papa.” I look to Charles. “He said to take me to my room and wait for him there.”

“Fine.” Charles takes my arms and moves me up the stairs. “You know, I’m not stupid, Amelia. I know your father said something else to you.” We enter my room and he spins me to be pressed against the now closed door. He whole body seems to be covering me. “What did he say, Amelia? Don’t lie.”

I try to push him away but it’s useless. I slump against the door and look at him. He said this wasn’t part of the plan but that I earned it.

Charles smiles sinisterly. “This is the plan, baby. I’m getting what I was owed six years ago.” He tears at my shirt and i scream.

“Stop! Let go of me!” I swing my arms but then he grabs them and pins them over my head with one hand while the other roams my body.

“You’re so soft Piccola. And warm. Are you warm everywhere?” He undoes the button of my jeans and slides a hand in. “Oh yes, warm and wet.”

“I don’t want this, please stop,” I plead.

“No,” he says as he pushes a finger in. I squeal at the intrusion and its like he gets off on it. “So tight Piccola. Does Everett not please you enough? Is he just that small?” I shake my head but he stops it with a sharp thrust into my pussy and his palm buts my clit. I gasp and Charles chuckles. “So responsive.”

He starts to pump his fingers at an unrelenting pace. “Come for me Piccola. Scream out my name.”

“No!” I try to close my legs but he forces them open with his thigh. He’s fucking me with his fingers and my traitorous body begins to tingle. A soft moan escapes from the amount of pleasure he is giving me. I close my eyes and thing of Curtis. Curtis is doing this to me. Curtis loves me and loves to see my body break for him.

“That’s it, Piccola. Give in. Let me feel you break.” Charles curls his fingers and I shatter. I cry as my orgasm washes over me. He doesn’t stop. He works me through it until i collapse in his arms. Only then does he remove his hand. He takes his cum soaked fingers and licks them clean. “Delicious.” He pushes me so I’m on my knees, ripping away my clothes and takes me from behind. No matter how much I scream or cry, he is unrelenting until he finishes inside me. “I can’t wait until i can do that every night,” he tells me as he button ups. He yanks me towards the bed and I fall beside it. “Stay here until its time.” He exits and locks te door from the outside.

I curl up on the floor and cry. I cry for the humiliation, the degradation, the stolen pleasure.

I cry because now, I’m not sure Curtis will want me after Charles took what wasn’t his.

Curtis

Where half an hour from the Giovanni cmpound when I get a text.

MG: She’s here. Security is heavy.

I smirk as I read the message. Its amazing what people will do to right the past.

Fifteen minutes after the meeting ends....

“Everett, can I have a word?”

I looked at Mario Giovanni. “I thought we are done negotiating. Shouldn’t your successor be here?”

Mario looked around. “Please Curtis. For my daughter?”

That set off the alarm bells. “What about her?”

“Walk with me.” I walked out to his yard. “You know, this was Amelia’s favorite place. Her uncles and I had built her a play house for her princess parties.” I see a dilapidated wooden house that has ivy growing over it. “Many of my associates said I should get rid of it to remove the memory of my traitorous daughter. But no, its the only thing I have of her. Its also the only place where the camera and microphones can’t reach.”

My head whipped to him but he motioned to keep quiet. “The guards will give me a minute so pay attention.” I nodded. “You will receive a call in a few hours that my daughter will have been taken from your home. Charles will have someone take her and he will work to bring her back here. You need to go home and check on your family. I will ensure my daughter is safe.”

“Why would you allow it to happen?”

“Because he can’t be stopped. I will keep you updated on what is happening. Allow him to think you are chasing him. I will do my best to protect her.”

“Why now?”

“I will explain later but for now, know that I love my daughter very much.”

Present

As we assemble down the street, Jensen pulls up a map of the house that Mario had provided. “According to our insider, there are guards on every landing on each staircase. We need to send in someone in to distract. The problem is, we don’t know where Blackwood, Giovanni or any other guards are or stationed.”

“Giovanni is in his garden,” I said, unblinking. “We only have to contend with Blackwood and his minions.”

My team looks at me before Clint clears his throat. “We can access the attic if we are quick on the side,” he points. “Coming from up top gives us an advantage.”

“I’ll do it,” Natasha volunteered.

“No,” I reply. “I need you to be the eyes for us since you know the house. We’ll send Johnny up.” I looked at the man, Johnny Storm. “Think you can handle that kid?”

“No problem. I’ll cause a diversion.”

“Get into places,” I tell them. I look at Natasha. “Are you sure?”

“I owe her and her mom to get her back alive.” Natasha pulled her red curls into a pony tail.

“Just watch yourself,” I said and kiss her forehead. “You’ll be in alone for a bit to scope. I’ll be thirty seconds behind you.”

Natasha nods. “If anything happens, the combination to the lock box in my room is 12-03-19-84.”

“Nat, if...”

“This is the life I chose when I joined the Giovanni family. This is just a precaution. I plan on coming back and marrying Adam.”

My gut is telling me this is a bad idea but I just nod and she gears up. My coms crackle and I hear Johnny, “Flame on.” Smoke billows from the side of the house before I hear him again. “I’m on the roof.”

“Ok, Nat, you’re up.” She moved but I stopped her. “Please be careful.”

“Take care of our girl ok?” Nat smiles. “See you in a minute.” She enters the house and I send a prayer.

I’m listening to comms as different people enter the house at different points. “Breaching the attic,” I hear Storm say. I can hear thumps as people hit the ground. Clint taps me on the back and we move into the house. Each area is clear as I see a couple of Blackwood’s goons on the floor. “Natasha,” I whisper. “Where are you?” Silence greets me and I look at Clint.

“May be she got bogged down, he replies. I have the layout. Presley’s old room was on the third floor to the left. I think she may be there.”

“Ok, let’s move.” We move through the staircase, checking bodies as we go. We get to the mid-landing between the second floor and the third floor and I see a shock of red hair under another body. “No!” I pull the goon off of Natasha and her eyes are closed, two bullet wounds across her chest, blood trickling from her wounds. “Nat!”

“Sir, we have to move,” Clint says. “I’ll call someone to get her. We won’t leave her. We need to get to our queen.”

There is water in my eyes. Presley's best friend is gone and she may never forgives me for this. I wipe at my eyes and then hear a blood-curdling scream. Its my girl, my Kitten, my queen.

My Presley.

I charge up the stairs and follow her screams. I kick in the door and see Charles holding Presley, using her as a human shield, a gun to her head. “Let her go, Blackwood,” I growl.

He just laughs. “Who do you think has the upper hand here? I know its not you.”

“Kitten, are you okay?” She nods but squeaks when Charles tightens his grip. “Stop!”

“Never. She is mine.” He turns his face towards her and sniffs her hair before kissing her cheek. “Hmm, she smells good enough to eat.” His sinister smile tuns back to me. “Now, drop your weapon and step back out. Another move towards us and I will cut her.”

“Ok, ok.” I dropped my gun and kicked it towards them. I raised my hands and move towards to the door. “I love you Kitten.”

“I love you,” she rasped.

“How very touching,” Charles sneered. “Now...” before he could finish the sentence, Presley elbowed him, causing him to drop the knife. I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me.

“Curtis!” She wrapped around me. I kissed her head, thankful she was ok.

“Go, Clint is on the stairwell.” I spun us around, my back to the room. “I’m sorry Kitten but I need you to run.”

Presley’s eyes widen.“Curtis look out!”

I turned back and that when I felt the knife slide into my gut, my eyes now on the face of the deranged man holding it

Presley

I watched in horror as Charles stuck the knife into Curtis. I screamed and Charles pulled the knife back out.

“Look at what you made me do, Piccola. I ruined my shirt.” He laughed as Curtis fell to his knees and then his back, holding on to the wound. Charles just laughed and laughed, like the psychotic animal that he is. I feel to my knees and put pressure on the wound.

“Hang on baby, just hang on. Clint!” I screamed as Charles began to wipe the tears of laughter from his face, smearing Curtis’s blood on himself.

“You sound like you want to save him, Amelia. Why? You’re mine.” He was starting to make sense again and I knew my time was limited. I saw Curtis’s gun on the floor. I grabbed it and stood up, pointing it at him “What are you going to do, Amelia? Shoot me?”

“I could. Or I could send you away for a long time.” I griped the gun tighter, trying not to end this so fast.

“Do you even know how to use that, Amelia? Hmm, I bet you are so scared right now. Hand me the gun Amelia. Be a good girl.” He reached for it and I took a step back.

“It's funny you think that I don’t know how to use this, Charles. I’m a mafia princess. My father and my uncles have been teaching me about guns since I was five years old. The most dangerous person in this room is me.” I cocked the gun back and pointed the gun back at Charles.

“You’re too sweet, too innocent to murder me Amelia. You really want to live with that sin on your conscience?” He mocked me.

“For the last fucking time, my name is Presley.”

Every seen a bullet hit a skull? It has an interesting effect, especially as close range. Rather gross.

Charles head snapped back and he was dead before he hit the ground. I dropped the gun and went back to Curtis. “Hang on baby, ok, someone is coming to help ok?”

Curtis looked up at me and smiled, blood already coating his teeth. “I’m happy I got to see you again, Kitten,” he labored. “Will miss you.”

“No, don’t say that, Curtis. You promised to marry me, you promised we could make babies, to make siblings for Joshie and Evie,” I sob. “Clint! Please, someone help!!”

Curtis reaches up to cup my face. “I love you. Tell them I love them too. Take care of them.”

“I love you too, but please. No! Curtis, no! Please don’t leave me! Curtis, don’t close your eyes!”

I don’t feel the mass of people that rush into the room to help him. All I can see are his eyes closing for the last time.

“Curtis!”

Epilogue

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