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sebastianstansqueen · 1 month

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Lost in The Shadows Sixteen

A/N: Hey I'm back, this is a little bitter sweet I will post the final part of this series soon, but that maybe my last post depending on later feelings, I'll always keep this account up however just very little interaction, Tumbler hasn't been what it was when I started using it like 4-5 years ago, when I was a freshmen in High School, it was a lot more fun and had a lot more interesting stories being posted at that time, I haven't found myself coming on here intentionally more out of boredom, and even then I don't see anything I'm interested in anymore. But this also could be a hiatus that last a few months to a year I don't know, my app will still be on my phone so don't be afraid to interact or ask me things, I still have another project I was working on and then stopped, I've also been so busy with my Job, that I just haven't had the energy to Wright like I used to be able to.

Wordcount: 1,404

Warnings: Angst, Guns, then obviously Brock, kid’s, possible torturer, , If forgot anything let me know please!

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Four Years Ago

After coming back from being gone for months verging a year, Steve seemed to show up out of nowhere looking for Bucky. When Y/n answered and saw the policeman, her already pissed demeanor seemed to intensify, as her eyes shot looking at him that he knew he should already be ten feet into the earth with, he. “What do you want, Rogers?” She hissed. “You couldn’t give a mourning widow and Pregnant woman her space?”

“Mourning Widow?” He asked, making her eyes widen with realization.

“Uh, I’m sorry, you didn’t know, Bucky and I were attacked in Romania, where he was shot… twice.” Her fingers knocked themselves around each other. At this moment, Steve was seeing the woman, and not the crime syndicate boss.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” He said softly, not really knowing what else to say, he left to process what he’d been told.

A week later he came back. “I want all the information on Brock, Y/n, I want to help you finish this.”

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Y/n learned as much as she could about this new chest piece Brock had added to the puzzle, he had insane abilities that matched nothing anyone she had, Y/n wasn’t ever going to send her men, nor Natasha into an unfair fight. So she decided that tonight, she would end this war that had taken her babies father away, and a good portion of her time away from them as well. They were young, so Y/n knew if she died now, when they were older hopefully they’d forget. As she busted her way through the doors of the warehouse, allowing only the moon’s light into the dark building she could barely see anything. She had her gun ready to go off as soon as she saw anyone. “You came alone.” Brock's voice echoed.

“I’ve seen what your guy can do. I wasn't going to risk any of my men.” Her voice was cold looking for where the man could be.

Brock’s laugh echoed through the building. “I’m the one who sent Romanoff the tip, I let him be seen by her, Y/n, I’m the one who gave you those videos. I wanted you here.” Brock’s voice turned dark. “I wanted you to see him, come out.” The tall brooding man stepped out of a shadowed corner, moving forward in the darkness, Y/n was only able to see the outline of his foreboding frame, when her arm came into contact with cool metal, the shiver it sent down her spine was one of memories, of being on the sandy beach of the Island in Romania and Bucky’s prosthetic running down her bikini clad back, or when it was nice and cozy that one whiter night and Bucky’s hand reached to pull her impossibly closer.

By the time her brain caught up with her body she was thrown on the dirt looking up into a cold blue eye that held the moon's rays in them. “Bu-Bucky.” It came out in almost a sob of fear, relief, and sadness. In his eyes however all they held was nothing, maybe confusion, but mostly nothing. “This isn’t you.”

Four Years Ago

It happened so fast Bucky hadn’t been thinking, as Brock lifted his gun at Y/n, Bucky swiftly moved so that she wouldn’t have gotten hit, as the gun went off once then twice, and the brutalizing pain that went through Bucky’s stomach and chest was worse than when getting his arm amputated, then again that had been done when he was partially in a coma and by professionals, but as he saw Y/n’s wide eyes he realized that for her and for his unborn baby he’d do it again for either one. “Get out! Leave Y/n!” She began running on instinct.

“Grab him!” Brock’s voice of frustration was the last thing he heard. Before waking up to himself being operated on by Brock's guys getting the bullets out, he tried to fight them off but quickly found his arm was strapped down and his prosthetic missing.

“Don’t worry Barnes, you’re gonna be very useful in the downfall of your wife.” Brock Spoke from somewhere out of Bucky’s view. “Give it to him.”

A blue liquid began to be put through two IV’s and Bucky felt everything in him burn.

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“That isn’t going to work Carter, he doesn't know you anymore, we put his mind into a blender.” Brock spoke passively, fueling Y/n’s anger. She only needed to get him, she didn’t want to hurt Bucky, if it wasn’t necessary.

She looked around for an out, so instead She let a low pitched whistle through her lips, making Brock arch a brow, The door’s she had just burst through, came in Steve and a squad of feds. “So you work with cops now?” He recoils into the shadows for his escape. “Ascetic, atack.” And as if a wire was plugged into a TV Bucky’s eyes seemed to darken, as he began to stock towards Y/n.

Steve ran to follow Brock, before he could witness what was about to happen, and all of the feds followed him choosing this time to rade the building, all while she was there facing him alone, he quickly got a hold of her forcing her to the ground, she swiftly jabbed his side. “Bucky, stop this, you need to come home, we have two beautiful babies waiting for us at home, Autumn and Aiden, and they would love to meet you.” She spoke softly, leading him outside as she moved backwards towards the doors.

“Stop acting like you know me.” His voice held virtually nothing in it.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” She shook her head. “So you can kill me now, and leave Our kids orphans, or you can return with me.” He faltered taking a step back when Y/n offered to immediately be killed, it was shocking, but he felt a twinge of something when she mentioned the kid’s being orphans, why did he care? He thought. She could see it in his eyes. “Death and I have shaken hands a few times, I’m not scared, and I’ve made my peace, so if you're going to kill me get it over with.”

He knew he couldn’t he knew what this would result in when he’d go back, they’d beat him for not completing this, this is what he was made for this is what they told him that he would have to do no matter what, and sure he could and had killed people before but this was different. “You don’t have to go back with him either, you can come with me.” She spoke softly, as the moon shone down on them and made her eyes sparkle, he just shook his head before bolting away into the night. Y/n on fast feet, chased him, she wasn’t about to let him go again, but she only got so far until she felt as if her lungs were going to give up and her legs felt as if any more movement would cause her to collapse, the red, blue, and white, of a cop car was flashing nearby, she fell to her knees, as Steve came and found her his hand went to her shoulder. “We’ve got Brock.” He spoke looking for any sign of Bucky in the shadows, but there would be none, he was so fast he had to be at least a mile away by now.

She nodded, getting up and composing herself, before getting into Steve's car. He turned to her with a look of concern as he drove. “What is it Steve?” She huffed.

“Are you alright, when you chased Bucky, Y/n you both ran ten miles in thirty minutes.” Steve told her, making her brows furrow, it hadn't felt that far or short for the distance, but her vision had gone into tunnel as she followed Bucky back there.

She just brushed it off, shrugging, but her thoughts began to stir thinking of Bucky’s strength at the where house, when he tried to force her to the ground there was no possible way to fight back, and his speed he was a decent amount a head of her though still in view, she had no clue what Brock had done to him and she didn’t know if she wanted to.

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iwasateenagenosferatu · 1 month

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Vito and Aldo 🖤🤌 -

Original Characters (Mobsters in love)

Vito Trepani & Aldo Morelli

Francesca "Frankie" Morelli

Max "The Bat" Pagliacci

From the diary of Vito Trepani, December 1945:

Aldo Morelli, my best bud. Smooth talker, ladies' man, everything I ain't. But then things got complicated. Our friendship started feeling more like something else,

I tried playing it Bogart, but Aldo saw right through me.

“Just come here” he growled. And then he kissed me.

Excerpts from Santiago Stracci testimony - 1958:

Vito Trepani, now there's a guy who's as complex as they come. He's got a mind like a steel trap, always calculating, always planning his next move. But underneath that tough exterior beats the heart of a hopeless romantic.

See, Vito never had much of a family growing up, but the Estacado Family has given him a home, a place where he belongs. And they've also given him an outlet for all that rage that simmers just below the surface.

But don't let his violent tendencies fool you, Vito's got a soft spot a mile wide, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. He's a sucker for a good love story, always dreaming of finding the kind of love he's never known.

Aldo Morelli, he's built like a brick wall, perfect for the jobs Angelo Boccino throws his way. But you know what really sets Aldo apart? His bond with his sister, Francesca. They're as thick as thieves, those two. She's his world, and he'd do anything for her. It's a beautiful thing, really, seeing how much they care for each other in our line of work.

Francesca "Frankie" Morelli, Aldo's little sister, is a firecracker, let me tell you. She's the kind of dame who could charm the devil himself with that smile of hers. But don't let her looks fool you, she's got brains to match, and she's not afraid to use 'em.

Frankie's always looking out for her big brother, Aldo. Most nights, you'll find her patching him up when he stumbles home from work, a real mother hen, that one. She's tough as nails, but she's got a heart of gold, especially when it comes to family.

But let me tell you, she's no pushover. Frankie's got a mouth on her that could make a sailor blush, and she's not afraid to speak her mind. She's a handful, that's for sure, but she's also fiercely loyal and would do anything for the ones she loves.

I just wrote my first tumblr slash fiction at 30.

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phonification · 6 months

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freaks of nature fight over a blueberry muffin

#phonification #crowbar 07 #diamonds droog #i was makin a comic a while ago based on dadroog fic i read #coffee shop aus always get me theyre always so good i love cheesy romance . sorry #sorry dude i love seeing old men slash serious dudes in aus youd probs only see in highschool romcoms #this could be alternatively titled mobster gangs fight over who gets to buy from the best bakery in midnight city #kowalski get these men in their 50's or unspecified age due to their biology in silly romcom scenes NOW #homestuck #bonkaroonies scribbles

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chocochipbiscuit · 3 months

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New niche rare pair of the day:

Marie Lambeau/Diana Stanley because I just want the pretty shiny lady to kiss the pretty goth lady!!!!

#oh no I'm shipping board game characters now #yes I'm aware that shippy romance fic breaks the whole horror vibe of the Arkham games #yes I'm aware that I would actually need to look up info about the 1920s #but no none of this matters because they're PRETTY and I want them to smooch!!!#hot take the only m/m I want from this game is mystic/mystic #(I will also accept Marie stepping all over Michael McGlen because the pretty singer stomping all over the ex-mobster is just HOO BABY)#anyways I'm teaching Arkham Horror to my friends tomorrow night #wish us luck!

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mermaidsirennikita · 4 months

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One reason why I think Mila Finelli's mafia books do work for me better than most other (Italian--I did really love Kresley's series) mafia romance novels I've read is that the characters do feel DISTINCT and so do the relationship dynamics.

In a lot of these somewhat darker, more erotic reads, you do get the sense that any of the characters could be switched out for one another. The heroes are always the same types of alphas, the heroines are always the same types of a) virgins or b) defiant rebels who may also still be virgins, and what really sets the books apart are a few bananas scenes here and there, and some distinct sex scenes.

And while I definitely think there are distinct sexual dynamics and kinks at play with each couple (Fausto/Frankie are obviously daddy kink-central, Enzo and Gia are.... generalized freaks with some heavier BDSM by way of CNC vibes, Giulio and Alessio also have some D/s vibes but with a more competitive edge and are very into each other's violence, and Giacomo/Emma are obviously a breeding kink/softer touch vibe) they're also just super different people.

I guess the closest couples would be Fausto and Frankie and Enzo and Gia, but even then... Fausto is a dick, but he's more rational, more doting (see: daddy), and though Frankie is absolutely defiant and strong, I actually think that though she and Fausto have more of a traditional partnership in terms of gender than Enzo and Gia (which also could be because Frankie wants a billion kids and yes she has her MBA but she's very much a wife and mom first, whereas Gia is more about her career, which keeps them from being too similar). Enzo and Gia are more into the defined D/s shit sexually, but you get the sense that she has more control in the relationship and that, at the end of the day, he is very much... her bitch. Enzo and Gia have a very similar age gap to Fausto and Frankie, but Fausto and Frankie have more of a care-focused DD/lg relationship, whereas Enzo and Gia thrive on the friction of her giving as good as she gets.

And Alessio and Giulio, aside from the obvious of being the only queer relationship in the series, are very much coded as D/s as well... But not as inflexibly as the previous two couples. Aside from them switching it up in the bedroom a little, there's also a lot of space for Alessio to take care of Giulio. Like, Giulio kinda doesn't know shit about what he's doing lol, whereas Alessio is hypercompetent (which also makes sense, as Fausto for sure spoiled Giulio and Alessio has been in essentially a different class his entire life). So while Giulio is more sexually dominant, Alessio is really the stronger, steadier, and more threatening partner otherwise. And again, they both really get off on watching each other do what they do best, which is: crime.

I do think Giacomo and Emma have the softest relationship in the series--but it's not so much because she's this kind of babe in the woods virgin (and I will say, I did love that Frankie and Gia were NOT lol) but because Giacomo is just a much more tender guy. Like, yes, Fausto and Enzo both also had loved ones, but I think that because they'd both been running their shit longer than Giacomo had before he met Emma, they had these very set roles. Fausto and Enzo come off as more brutal, and honestly more crazy (like, Enzo is THE CRAZIEST for sure, but Fausto is a fucking nutball). Giacomo seems like a dude who's good at killing people and doing mafia stuff, but it's really like? His day job. It's not his life and it doesn't feel like his culture, even, which makes sense because he was on the fringes of the types of levels Fausto and Enzo have always been in, because his father and brother kept him separate from it. Even Giulio is more connected to that space than Giacomo, because he was groomed to take over for years.

I think it would be very easy to rely on these great sex scenes and wacky plots she writes, but the thing that does make it clear that Mila has the chops (.... and it also makes it clear that she's very experienced, lol, and someone who has had to write series with very individualized characters for professional editors in the past........) is that the characters are very DIFFERENT. Like, Frankie and Gia may both have their partners' balls in their pockets, but you see Frankie do a wheedling kind of little girl pouting thing to get her way with Fausto because she knows he looooves it, whereas Gia is like LISTEN UP ASSHOLE with Enzo (and it makes the relationship the best because nobody else can do that with him, Enzo and Gia are the greatest, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk). Giacomo is willing to let Emma go in a way that Fausto, Enzo, and honestly I would say Giulio too after working out some things, really aren't okay with. He's probably the best guy out of the series, on a moral level, while also being a scary murder man.

(Except for maybe Alessio? Because Alessio is also a scary murder man, but he literally just does it for the cash or to protect Giulio. It's PURE BUSINESS.)

I find the distinctiveness of the characters really cool, especially when I reread the books, and that is probably why I've had a hard time finding a series that really clicks for me in the same way within the sort of Italian mafia genre.

(That, and: so much of the other books center on Italian-American mafia stuff and that shit DOES NOT HAVE THE SAUCE the way Mila's Italy-set books do. Like, be real here, the Italian-American mafia has not been raking in this kind of cash for DECADES.)

#romance novel blogging #anyway my musings on the mafia fuckbooks continue #i really do need to read annika martin's books #bc she's another author i have been pleased by with other books #and similarly to mila did a hard left into mafia novels #but yes #i do think that giacomo being sort of fringe-level with the mobster CEO shenanigans did deprive us of some of the funniest shit in the book #which would be like #enzo and fausto sending each other severed heads and getting on the phone like #'is that-' 'the severed head of your employee? yeah. :)'#or giulio bopping over to be like 'LISTEN UP THE ONLY COKE DEALER IN SPAIN IS ME NOW!!!!'#like i do remember her saying she hadn't originally been planning to write a book for emma #which seemed wild to me at the time #but you can tell this story was conceived of separately from the others #bc there's a pretty clear pipeline from fausto and frankie -> the villain enzo getting a book w gia ->#tying up the arc with fausto's son falling for the guy enzo paid to kill fausto lmao #(the comedy of this series will never top enzo fully forgetting he put a hit on giulio bc of all the bomb sex he was having on his yacht)#anyway that doesn't make mafia virgin a lesser book in any way it just reads as the most oN ITS OWN

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teddybasmanov · 6 months

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Pet names in another language used in the English speech >>> literally anything.

#asmr roleplay #pet names #romance tropes #?#I guess #inspired by yet another guy trying to simulate russian accent and use russian words #and he calls the listener крошка - like baby or little one #and can't stop smiling #it's so cute #it's #naughtpluszero audios #and the character is a mobster

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taelonsamada · 1 year

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EXACTLY! I need me a mafia dude who’s kinda an softie but will throw hands with people who start shit. I need that in my life

Like this?

#dollscircus #my writing #I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster #romantic comedy #mafia romance

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rosanarainhart · 7 months

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dominimoonbeam · 7 months

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Don't Run - 12

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

you can find the series from the start over on patreon.

story tags: mobsters, romance, explicit sex, explicit language, learning to trust, dark themes, bad childhood, arranged marriage, reference to past murder, kidnapping, danger, violence, guns

DON’T RUN - CHAPTER TWELVE.

The owl delivered Freya to the charity brunch.

It was definitely a party, whatever they wanted to call it. Although it was the worst, most pastel, party Freya had ever been to.

She was dressed like Alice in Wonderland going to a sorority mixer. She’d been handed a flute of orange juice and vodka, like if they dressed it up in delicate glass it wouldn’t still be a screwdriver.

That was pretty much how she felt.

Her outfit was similar to everyone else’s. For the first time since she got to Everton she fit in with the room, but somehow that made it feel like she stuck out even more. The women of Everton watched her with tight smiles.

Rebecca Ellis, Adi’s mother, greeted her like they were friends…or maybe associates. She was a frightening woman, clearly adept at her role as Harmon Ellis’s ex wife and the mother to his heir. She showed Freya around, introducing her to everyone like this was entirely normal. And everyone played along, smiling and exchanging the same assortment of niceties.

Freya was starting to miss home. At least people said what they meant.

She put down her screwdriver before she could be tempted to toss it back.

Stephanie Ellis, Harmon’s current wife and the mother to several of his children including Grayson, arrived late.

Freya would not have known she was late if she hadn’t overheard the exchange of sharp irritation between Rebecca and one of her friends. There was a clear divide in the social group between Rebecca and Stephanie, each of their daughters siding with their mothers, exchanging almost apologetic glances with one another across the battlefield of satin tablecloths and croissants no one was actually eating.

Freya did not miss how neither of the daughters would look at her. She could pretend they were preoccupied or disinterested but considering how most of the other women there stared at her like a wolf in a skirt, she had to think it was taking some effort on their part to pretend she didn’t exist.

The last time Freya had seen the Ellis family together, the two mothers had exploded into full soap opera antics. She couldn’t help but wonder when one of them would slap the other at this party. How long could they circle the same room, pretending not to notice one another? How long before their rage thawed that ice and someone threw hands?

When Freya was left to her on her own, at sea in that storm of pastel and closely guarded rage, she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She missed her owl, glancing around like maybe she’d spot the assistant somewhere along the sidelines of the event hall. She did not.

“There you are,” a shrill but smiling voice cut in as a leggy woman in stacked heels came up to Freya. They had been introduced earlier. Sandra? She was nursing her flute of spiked orange juice and flanked by two more women. “You need friends,” Sandra told her.

Freya was somehow short even in her heels in front of this woman. She smiled back, clearly Sandra was the boss and there was no reason to address the other two. “There’s something about the way you say that word that feels like maybe you don’t know what it means…”

Sandra’s smile twitched over teeth and her nails, the same barely-pink Wells had picked for Freya, pressed into her own arm. “Listen, we’re trying to be nice. You can either make this easy, or we can wreck you.” She gave a little shrug at the end, like she was a magnanimous queen.

Freya bit the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning. She forced her eyes down, the way she might with her aunt. These people had no idea. No one in this city had any fucking idea who she was or what she could do. That was fine. That was good.

“We can help you,” Sandra offered again.

“Okay,” Freya said meekly.

Sandra gave a little excited squeal and snagged Freya’s arm. “Come sit with us!” she said cheerfully, making sure others overheard. She exchanged a quick smile with Rebecca from across the room.

Freya wondered if she was doing a favor for the other woman or hoping to get in good with her by looking out for her wayward daughter-in-law.

She let herself be pulled to a table and told where to sit, carefully tucking her dress in under herself when she did, straight-backed and doe-eyed. She was reintroduced to the sidekicks, Amanda and Julie.

Sandra proceeded to give her the rundown on life in Everton. She was told where to eat and where not to—who to talk to and who to avoid. Every insight was bookended with insults. How Freya was too backwoods to know better. How she would need so much help. How lucky she was that they were willing to be seen with her despite everyone knowing where she’d come from and how she’d weaseled into the Ellis family.

“So lucky,” breathed one of the sidekicks.

Sandra shot her a glare. “Really, Amanda?”

Amanda shrugged, pouting. “It’s not like she’s the first one to try to get Adi down the aisle.”

Oh, Amanda had a little bite in her. She was hiding it behind a façade of stupid, but Freya suspected she was far from it.

Sandra’s eyes flared and Freya got the idea that if they weren’t trying to present a united front to intimidate her, they would have turned on each other. Maybe these two would be the ones that started slapping each other today.

Sandra flashed a sudden and brutal smile. “I guess that’s fair. I mean, everyone’s slept with Adi.” She turned her gaze back on Freya. “Right?”

Freya made a quick decision. She wilted, looking away and trying to bring tears to her eyes. It wasn’t easy.

Sandra laughed. “Oh my gosh, you’re kidding me! He must be really mad about being forced to marry you if he won’t even sleep with you…”

Amanda sipped her drink and pretended not to understand while Julie on the other side continued to watch like a phantom. “It’s not like he and Ezra have broken up,” Amanda reminded.

Sandra waved a hand. “They’ve never been an exclusive thing.”

“Who is,” Julie chimed in.

Sandra scoffed. “Just because your husband fucks around doesn’t mean you’re in an open relationship, Jules.”

Julie turned red but pressed her pink mouth shut.

Maybe they wouldn’t be slapping each other any time soon after all.

Freya glanced away, looking at the room of people while the trio devolved into conversation about a recent dinner party gone bad.

She spotted the Ellis sisters conversing at one of the banquette style tables, each holding a tiny plate of fruit. Victoria was doing most of the talking and Rosy looked like she was getting angrier and angrier with every word exchanged. At first Freya thought the two were fighting. It would make sense considering the animosity between their mothers, only that wasn’t right. That wasn’t what their body language said at all. They were almost shoulder to shoulder, Rosy’s head tipped in to listen to every word Victoria spat.

Rosy looked a lot like her mother, small and sharp, while Victoria had more of the Ellis look, tall and intimidating.

Sandra was saying something to Freya, or about Freya, either way she definitely wanted Freya to react to it.

But just then Rosy’s gaze snapped across the room and met Freya’s.

Freya was too late to look away.

That petite socialite pushed her little plate of fruit into her sister’s waiting hand and set off across the room toward her.

Freya could almost feel Victoria grinning but couldn’t quite take her eyes off of the approaching Ellis daughter to confirm it.

Rosy was all of five foot three, slender as a reed and dressed in a narrow marron dress. She was dark in a room of pastel but somehow not at all out of place. Probably because she had grown up in rooms like this one.

Sandra was getting annoyed with Freya, about to hiss something when she too noticed the advancing woman. Her whole demeanor changed, suddenly bright and passive as she swiveled toward her. “Rosy! Your mother did such a wonderful—”

Rosy didn’t look at Sandra. She came to a stop in front of Freya. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

Freya blinked, torn between the persona she’d been playing for Sandra and the girls and this storm of a woman. “I was invited,” she said simply. She hadn’t really known she’d had the option to decline.

Rosy huffed an unamused laugh. “Yeah, just like you were invited to Everton. You’re a problem, Morgan. A spy.”

The other women at the table leaned back, like they’d just heard she had cooties.

“You don’t see Molly sitting here, do you? Because she knows her place.”

Freya’s mind raced, thinking about Grayson’s Molly. She was pretty damn sure Molly did know her place, but that it wasn’t what kept her from attending these get-togethers. And if Molly had shown up, in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, Freya would be hard pressed to imagine even this spitfire of a princess stepping up to her like this. “I’m supposed to be an Ellis now,” Freya tried, wading blindly through the waters of this conversation.

Rosy moved fast. Faster than Freya would ever have expected. Her palm cracked against Freya’s cheek, whipping her head to the side and leaving a ringing in her ear and a fury in her heart.

Every slap of her life echoed off that latest, ringing through her skull.

The quiet that followed that slap was cavernous, all eyes suddenly fixed on them.

Freya stood up automatically, her cheek burning and her eyes stinging. It was the shock that steadied her though. She hadn’t expected it. One of the mothers maybe, but not this fragile looking girl.

Rebecca was there in a flash, arms around her daughter, cooing as if she had been the one injured. “Are you okay?” she fussed.

Freya flattened her palms to her dress, pressing her thighs through the fabric. The whole room was still watching, their fingers to their lips to hide their smiles.

“I think you should go,” Rebecca said, practically pointing Freya toward the door. “You’ve caused enough of a scene for one day.”

Freya bit her lip so hard it bled. She dropped her head in mock shame and then turned and fled the room, trying to do her best Disney Princess imitation.

She stopped when she was out of the banquet hall and in the wide corridor, letting everything catch up to her. She had to cough to keep from laughing. They were insane. It was dizzying. She rubbed her cheek. It really hurt. She supposed the party had ended in a slap, at least for her. She just hadn’t expected her cheek to be the one on offer.

All and all, it wasn’t the worst first step with that crowd. They had invited her to get a look and to humiliate her. What would they do next time?

Her hand still to her throbbing face, she turned toward the exit.

Victoria was waiting, that malicious little smirk tucked into the corner of her mouth. It was a family smirk. Freya had definitely seen it on Adi and Grayson.

She poured her screwdriver down the front of Freya’s dress, making her gasp at the sudden wash of cold. It was shocking after the burn of the slap. Still, Freya heaved a thin laugh, looking down at the mess making a bib of dark blue down the front of her bodice, dripping onto her shoes. “Joke’s on you, Vic. I didn’t even like this dress,” she whispered.

It had been Victoria that wound up her sister and set her off. How often did she do things like that? Who else could she wield in the family?

“It’s only going to get worse. Save yourself the trouble and make a run for it,” Victoria said, holding her glass like she’d just finished it rather than poured it on someone. Her gaze never even strayed to the mess. There was no particular anger in her tone, just bored honesty. “If you show up to that wedding party, I will make your life a living hell.”

Freya laughed again, nodding. “Sure.”

Victoria was still standing in her way to the exit, those hard Ellis eyes staring back at her when she looked up. “I’m not joking with you, Morgan. And this isn’t some game where you put up with our hazing and eventually we welcome you into the family. Our parents might be okay risking Adi’s life to broker a deal with your witch of an aunt, but I’m not. I won’t let you stay.”

Freya tried to measure just how far this woman would go.

Did Victoria Ellis have it in her to get rid of an enemy?

Maybe.

Freya nodded, still dripping vodka and juice. “Good to know.”

Victoria didn’t move, but she looked away, a clear dismissal.

Freya bit the inside of her lip and kept her head down to hide any of the malice or amusement in her own eyes. Fucking Ellises…

She walked around her, fighting the urge to shoulder her to the ground. She pushed her way through the exit and down another hall, toward the sound of the establishment’s public restaurant.

She spotted Wells just in time to see the shock and horror flicker across that owlish face before the assistant could school her features and set her jaw. She fell in at Freya’s side, fishing around in her bag and producing a handkerchief.

Freya laughed, nudging it away when the other woman started to dab at her chest. “I think the dress is ruined, Wells. Let it die in peace.”

Wells looked honestly aggrieved. “What happened?” she asked in a whisper.

“Well, I didn’t spill it on myself.” Freya walked past her with an aim for the big glass doors. She measured her steps, refusing to run, her chin getting higher and higher the farther she got from pretending to be frightened of those women.

She knew she was getting looks, but she didn’t look back. So much for fitting in.

The doors spun and she dragged a breath when she was on the sidewalk, traffic sounds echoing up and down the street.

“I’ll have the car here in a second,” Wells was saying, head down to look at her phone.

Freya blinked against the sunlight and then met the gaze of a stranger. He was staring right at her, not gawking or looking at the state of her, but waiting for her eyes to lock with his. He had a black mask over his nose and mouth, one of those medical ones they’d all been wearing a few years back. Plenty of people still wore them, especially if they were coming down with something, but, somehow, Freya doubted that was why this particular man wore one. Something in his eyes felt like he was smiling and not in a friendly way. But she didn’t recognize him. Plain clothes, boots and jeans and gloves.

“Owl,” Freya began, a sharp tingle of nerves slicing up her spine.

“The driver is on his way. He’s in the parking garage so it’ll only—”

Someone from the other side shoved Wells back a step, away from Freya.

“Hey, watch it!” Freya snapped, tearing her gaze off the one stranger to push an arm out at the other. She would have shoved him away from her assistant, if he weren’t already latching onto her arm and jerking her toward him. The barrel of a gun pushed up against her ribs. He had a mask on too.

“Are you fucking kidding m—” she started before he half-pulled and half-pushed her to the side, toward the street. For a second, she thought he was going to throw her into traffic before the door of a car opened and someone else palmed the back of her head, folding her into the backseat.

It was the middle of the day!

She caught a glimpse of the owl’s startled face on the sidewalk just before the car door snapped shut. The guy with the gun jumped into the front seat, pushing the gun in her face again, while the other guy got on the other side of the backseat. The windows were tinted and honks rang out when the car sped away, cutting off others and running a light.

Freya leaned back into the leather seat. The car smelled new. She looked down at herself, at her wet and stained pastel dress, and realized she’d lost a heel when he pushed her into the car. She watched the buildings race by outside.

She had been abducted, and she couldn’t tell if she felt amused, scared, or relieved.

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