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sopestvr · 11 months

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♱⠀“SPIDEY SENSE.” :⠀BLLCK BOYS !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ “NO.. FREAKING.. WAY.”

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⟣⠀IN WHICH .. sae itoshi’s beloved girlfriend is non other than spider woman herself; his unwanted, yet forced friends discovering the truth after ambushing the boy unannounced one friday evening.

⟣⠀GENRE .. boyfriend!sae xx spiderman!reader. established relationship. fluff. comedy. drabble (1.1k).

⟣⠀CONTENTS .. fem reader. fluff (sort of??). comedy reactions. spider-man universe.

✩⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“WHY ARE you guys even here? I never invited you over..” Sae inquired at the grouping of boys who cluttered by his front door, the red-head merely opening the door a slither so they couldn’t barge in.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“We just wanted to hang out. Is that so hard to believe” Oliver pestered the boy, his broad arms folding across his chest as his patience gradually grew thin.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Standing alongside the man were the only other boys at Blue Lock who could actually withstand to be around Sae. Stood opposite of the boy was Oliver, Isagi, Nagi, Bachira, Chigiri, and Rin; who, by unpopular demand, was dragged along by the others. He tried to refuse, but his mates were far stronger when working together.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Who is we? You damn idiots dragged me her-”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Anyways, C’mon man. We just got the new Spider-Woman documentary on dvd, I know you secretly like her. Everyone does!” Bachira chimed in, shoving his hands in Sae’s face to display the brand new dvd case.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The more the boys rambled on, the more Sae continuously checked his watch; keeping tabs on the time with his eyes wandering every few seconds. It was evident that the boy was antsy, he repeatedly fidgeted with the door knob and was lifting his wrist every so often.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The only one who took note of such actions was Rin Itoshi himself, knowing how his arrogant and stubborn brother got when he was doing something he knew he shouldn’t be. The dark-haired boy cocked an eyebrow at Sae’s gestures, attempting to get the guys to leave, yet he was pushed off with the boys pushing closer to Sae’s apartment door.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The time frame was becoming smaller by the millisecond, Sae’s annoyance tolerance off the charts with a vein protruding through his forehead.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“You guys need to leave. Now.” Sae’s once irritation-filled voice had become stern and filled with a slight authority.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Dude, c’mon we came all the way here just for yo-” Before Isagi could finish his dreadful speech, a vague, yet fairly close whistle was heard from afar.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A striking chill spiraled up Sae’s spine, the boy instantly moving from the door and causing a few of the guys to stumble into the apartment. He hurriedly rushed across the common area, all of the boys utterly confused on seeing Sae in such a rush spontaneously.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Speeding towards the living room, the boy maneuvered around all the furniture that was in the room before stopping in front of a window on the far left corner of the room. His hands were hastily fiddling with the glass locks and flipping them up, reaching for the bottom and lifting the window open.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He made sure to step away instantly, once he saw webs being shot at the edges of the window. Zips and Wooshes were heard nearing the window once the cluster of boys entered the living room, Sae groaning at the fact that they were still at his place. He knew it was too late, the inevitable was bound to happen sooner or later.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood alongside his couch; hearing the web slinging sounds get closer by the second. Before he could even acknowledge the guys, a body was shooting through the window with webs following right behind them. Sae didn’t even need to look up to know what his mates reactions were, he could just feel them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The person who flew themself into Sae’s common room had flipped their body mid air and landed on their feet, their knees being bent so that they were crouched close to the ground; a hand placed on the floor to slow down their momentum.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Gasps were passed all throughout the living room from the guys, Sae sighing just after. He hated the fact he couldn’t keep the guys from leaving, his annoyance only skyrocketing.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, the person who flew into the apartment had paid no mind to any of the boys, completely oblivious to the fact that people were in their home aside from their boyfriend. Standing from their previous crouching position, they swiftly removed their mask that covered their entire head and shook their waist-long hair out a bit.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Holy shit, babe, today was literally so fucking crazy. Was trying to save people like every other day and these annoying ass paps were all in my damn face while i was literally in the middle of a fight. Did I web ‘em a bit? Maybe, pero don’t be mad, it was necessary, lo juro!” ( but / i swear ) The woman rambled on as she insensibly waltzed over to the kitchen and made her way around the island, setting her mask atop it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She was entirely unaware that a group of ultimate fanboys were standing in her primary room, Sae rolling his eyes at his girlfriends heedlessness.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, the moment after she grabbed a drink from the fridge and spun on her heels to alas face Sae, the woman’s heart dropped into the pits of her stomach; snapple tea spitting out everywhere whilst rough coughs and heaves of air filled the antagonizing silence.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Really, Y/N?” Sae sighed, continuing to face palm at his helpless girlfriend who could save an entire city just from a simple off-feeling, yet couldn’t tell when their living room was filled with annoying teenage boys.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Yo tengo asthma!” ( I have asthma ) the girl whined in between breaths, Sae walking over to her and handing her the inhaler she left on the side table in the living room.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀After taking a few hits at the medical tool, the girl dragged her hand down her face with an exasperated sigh exerting her lips just after.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“No..”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Freaking..”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Way..” Isagi started, Bachira interrupting the boy; along with Oliver finishing off the trios unanimous surprise.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀There was no use in [Y/N] putting her mask back on, so she simply accepted her fate of having a group of random guys discovering her secret.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Sae.. Why’re they here?” [Y/N] asked with a sigh filling her tone of voice.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “I’m sorry, they just showed up unannounced and walked in.” Sae sighed, glaring daggers at the boys who simply avoided eye contact with the pair.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Well, in our defense, we just wanted to watch your new documentary with him!” Isagi attempted to defend him and the guys, yet earning a glare from both [Y/N] and Sae.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Yeah, okay..” the boy murmured, instantly shutting up right after he spoke.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Whatever. Doesn’t matter now that you all know, of course. And, I know you have questions cus everyone always does, so c’mon” [Y/N] accepted her destined fate, resting her chin along her wrist while awaiting the questions that were bound to suffocate her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It took the boys a moment to grasp her words before they rushed up to the kitchen island and started rambling on with questions and love confessions, [Y/N] chuckling at the sight of a pissed off Sae from the revelations.

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 7

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good.

warnings: guns, drugs, physical violence, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide attempts, vomiting, domestic violence, blood.

Jake could hardly remember the night of the fight. He did however remember waking up in his navy blue suit on the master bathroom floor, a puddle of his own vomit next to him. His head felt like someone had repeatedly slammed it into a door, as he stumbled out of the bathroom still drunk. He took notice of the bed, still made to perfection, and not a single sight of Y/N. Jake sighed, rubbing his head as the memory of her frightened eyes and broken scream for him to stop beating up Nate came back to him.

Jake could count the times he regretted doing something, and this was one of them. He felt like a dick for scaring her and stumbling in her room drunk. He could usually hold his alcohol, but there was something about being compared to that monster that sent him over the edge.

Slowly, Jake made his way down stairs to the kitchen, every single step felt like a gunshot to his head. He could hear the hush whisper of voices as he entered the kitchen. Y/N leaned against the counter, a coffee mug in her hands as she talked to Bob, a worried expression on her face. Her eyes glanced over to Jake, who was staggering into the kitchen, and her words stopped. She nodded over to Jake and Bob turned around.

“I’m glad you’re alive,” Bob said, handing him a cup of coffee.

“Y/N…” Jake spoke up but she shook her head, placing her mug down and walking out of the room. Jake tried to reach out to her but she ignored him. Jake looked back over to Bob, who just shrugged, “What the fuck happened?”

Javy whistled as he walked into the kitchen, and paused looking at his disheveled friend, “You got some uh… vomit on your collar.”

Jake groaned and left the room, going to his room to shower. Javy looked at Bob, who was casually sipping his coffee. “What happened? Why aren’t they talking? And why does it look like he crawled out from a distillery?”

“He got plastered last night after the whole ‘Francisco’ fight thing. Showed up at her door, professed his love, called her Natasha, and threw up on himself.” Bob explained.

“Natasha?” Javy whispered, “He really said that?”

“Yeah… Listen,” Bob sighed looking around the room, “Y/N asked me last week to look into Sophie, a-and I did… but I wish I didn't.”

“Why? Where is she? Running with the enemy in Ireland?”

“No… Coyote, it’s bad. Worse than we originally thought. I reached out to Mickey, asked if they had any hits on it, and they do but,” Bob grabbed the ipad that rested on the counter. Javy took it, flipping through the images and videos that were on the screen, “I thought it was just a bunch of shit, like propos and stuff, but the more I looked it’s not-“

The tortured screams that played through the speakers of the device made both boys jump. Javy quickly turned the video off, having seen too much of it. He looked around the kitchen before taking a step closer.

“Who else knows Francisco is in Miramar and has Sophie?”

“No one but us. Mickey already brushed it off the ATF radar.”

“Good. We need to try and keep it that way.”

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The dingy dark alley smelled of stale alcohol and piss. The entry door was hidden along the brick walls, if you blinked you could miss it. Several prostitutes lingered in the alley, fixing themselves or waiting for their next customer to arrive. The inside of the old meat locker wasn’t much better than outside. There was the lingering smell of dead animals and processing chemicals that seemed to be permanently stained into the walls. Bloody chains and tables were still evident and were going to be put to use.

Francisco had gotten to Miramar months prior to hearing about the dreaded Santiago and Seresin wedding. He knew after his breakup with Y/N, it was only a matter of time until The Don played matchmaker, setting his unruly daughter up with one of the Mafia world’s finest bachelors. Francisco hated it. He hated the idea of her being forced into something he knew she didn’t want. He knew her better than anyone. He also knew he had a short window of time to do anything he could to get her back. Did they think he wouldn't be smart enough to follow her? He knew her every move before anyone else did. He had studied her, and if given an exam, he would pass with flying colors.

The sound of his boots echoed loudly as he walked through the dark open area. A single light shone above the battered girl chained up to a chair. Her dark hair was matted with blood, her face bruised and broken up, her blue eyes bloodshot with tears. He nodded to his assistant to remove the tape from her mouth.

"Help-!" She yelled before being cut off with a harsh hand striking her across the face.

"What did I fucking say about crying!?" He yelled at her, "No one can fucking hear you, and once I get her back, you're going to be another worthless body, you fucking understand?"

The frightened girl nodded, tears falling down her face. Sophie had been in Francisco’s capture for the past three weeks. She also had been wishing she was dead for the past three weeks. She had never touched foot in Greece, despite telling her family that she had made it safely. Francisco made sure to send a picture update every other day so her family didn’t get too worried about her.

“My little Sophie,” Francisco tsked, running his ring finger down her face. The cool metal of the ring stung as it dragged down her hot bloody cheek, “She’s gonna marry that fucker.”

“Y-you know The Don better than any of us,” Sophie croaked out. Her throat was badly bruised, the shape of a hand prominent on it, “You knew he would do this.”

“Shut the hell up,” Francisco said, clenching his jaw, “Fuck!” He yelled, pushing away from her. She watched as he walked around muttering to himself, running his hand through his brown locks, pulling at them with frustration, “That was supposed to be me! I am supposed to be her husband!”

“She will never marry you,” Sophie whispered. Francisco snapped his head towards her. She held her breath as he walked over to her.

“Sophie, Sophie, Sophie. . . How have we not learned what happens when we talk back?” He said in a mocking tone. The girl’s body instantly tensed up in fear, flashbacks of the last time she got to speak filling her mind, “Do we need another visit to the ‘Gauntlet’?”

“Please, no!” Sophie cried out, feeling the painful remembrance of torture in her body.

She had felt like she was just starting to heal from the last time she visited the Gauntlet. She had spent days tied to the chair in both physical and mental pain. She had been robbed of her sense of sight, sitting in complete darkness, as she felt her body slowly heal itself. Francisco smiled as he walked over to his speaker, pressing play on the same torturous song that had been playing over and over. The familiar sound of Joaquin Phoenix’s version of ‘Cocaine Blues’ filled the room, drowning out Sophie’s cries.

“Seems like we haven’t quite beaten the bitchiness out of you. You just can’t keep your pretty little mouth fucking shut, can you?” Francisco sneered. He straddled her legs, running his hands over her broken face. She closed her eyes, not daring to look at him. He was like Medusa, turning her into stone with one look, “I will get her back and then. . . I'll kill you. I’ll make her watch just like I made her watch me tear apart her mother.”

“Gianni should’ve fucking torn you apart when he had the chance,” Sophie spat, “I will never tell you where she is.”

Francisco’s eyes turned a darker shade, a crazed look in his eye. He stood up from her and wrapped his hand around her throat. She had become so used to the feeling that it didn’t even scare her anymore, she had learned how to breathe with the crushing weight against her trachea. Francisco leaned down, dragging his lips over the shell of her ear. She whimpered at the feeling.

“I hope you learn to listen this time,” He smiled and walked away from her. His assistant looked the girl up and down before moving towards her. The screams that left her lips vibrated off the walls and were cut off by a gag being put over her mouth.

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It took roughly three days for Y/N to even be in the same room as Jake. Every advance he tried to make on her was ignored, leaving Jake even more confused, and anger slowly started to rise in him. On the third day, he had finally had enough of her childish behavior and stopped her in the hallway.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Jake seethed.

Y/N looked down at his hand wrapped around her bicep. Jake slowly took his hand off of her and backed away. The stare from her was cold, and made Jake feel like a child.

“My problem is that you beat a man nearly to death, and then blamed it on me,” Y/N said and Jake rolled his eyes.

“Get the fuck over it doll, haven’t you had enough fucking blood on your hands, what’s a little bit more going to do?”

Y/N shook her head, feeling tears well up behind her eyes. She pushed away from him, continuing on her path down the hall towards her room. Jake sighed, leaning up against the wall, cursing himself slightly. He did feel somewhat bad for scaring her, but she also deserved it.

The world around them was starting to learn of their fate, and the wedding that was set to be in roughly three weeks. Jake couldn’t have his future wife going around and acting like a whore. He jumped at the sound of a door slamming, pulling him out of his guilt induced trance. Now, he was pissed.

Jake had busied himself for the rest of the day, catching up on meetings and work he had neglected for the past three days. Javy had delivered him the pictures of Nate, the man’s face hardly recognizable. Javy tried to praise his leader for a good fight, but Jake felt sick seeing the pictures. Instead of boasting about the fight, he tasked him with helping him narrow down his search for Dante. Jake knew that Dante had gotten the gift of the dead henchman on his doorstep, it was only a matter of time until Dante was knocking down the door for his revenge.

“She wants to go to the club tonight,” Rooster said, his brown eyes looking over surveillance film, “Said I’d ask, but she followed that up with ‘I make my own rules’.”

“The fuck she does,” Jake sighed, sitting back in his chair, “Let her go. I want you and Payback both on her though. Don’t let her do something fucking stupid. I got Mickey flying in tonight to help us with this Dante shit.”

Rooster nodded and stood up from his desk. He delivered the news of the blessing to go to the club, and a smirk arose on Y/N’s face. Rooster made sure to tell her the ground rules, that even though Jake wasn’t there, he still had eyes on everyone and everything. That still seemed to go in one ear and out the other, as she got dressed in a strapless tight black dress. She paired it off with red heels, something she thought Jake would approve of. Javy, Reuben and Rooster all accompanied her to the club, leaving Bob and Jake behind to discuss Dante and wait for Mickey to arrive.

The club was much like the last time she had been there, the changes that she had implemented slowly starting to show up. The lighting had been changed to a sultry red, as bright flashes of light helped illuminate the dark rooms. The music tonight was more sensual, and you could see it in the way everyone’s bodies moved. Y/N had ordered a glass of Cabernet, the tart wine making her body feel warm.

“Come dance,” Y/N said to Rooster, placing a hand on his thigh to push herself up from the couch they were sitting on.

“O-oh I don’t dance,” He spoke, and Y/N rolled her eyes, sticking her hand out, “Seriously, Y/N, I don’t.”

“As your soon to be boss, I demand you to dance with me,” The look on her face and her tone told Rooster she wasn’t going to let this go.

The bodyguard sighed, and grabbed her hand, pushing himself up from the couch. She led them both down the stairs to the dance floor, watching as the crowd parted for her, much like it does for Jake. She positioned themselves right in the middle of the floor, turning her back to press against Rooster’s front. He froze, unsure of what to do exactly. Y/N grabbed his large hands, putting them on her hips as she swayed against him. Rooster took a deep breath, holding her lightly and moving her to the rhythm of the song.

Rooster softly sang the words from behind her, “And when we’re makin love’, your cries, they can be heard from far and wide,”

The sultry voice and beat of the song and the wine in her body made Y/N feel loose. Rooster gave her the confidence that had been missing for the past couple days. She missed the feeling of another body pressed up against her. She was touch-starved, and would never admit it, but even the thought of Jake grabbing her by the neck was enough to satisfy her need for human touch.

Y/N leaned back into Rooster’s touch, as his hot breath fanned over her neck. She closed her eyes, letting Rooster take over guiding them as they danced. He gently tested the waters, letting his nose run over her neck, his lips dangerously close to her tan skin. Her scent was intoxicating, smelling sweet and dangerous at the same time. Y/N wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, her fingers interlocking on his dark brown curls at the base of his neck. Rooster took that as an invitation, placing his lips on her neck, biting softly. She moaned into his touch, pressing into him even more.

“Rooster,” She moaned. He smirked against her skin, his hands going to the bottom of her dress, gently skimming up her thighs. She sagged against him, one strong arm holding her up as his free hand moved into the conjecture of her thighs. She sucked in a breath as his fingers brushed against her panties.

Her moment of peace was quickly ruined as she opened her eyes to see Isabella and Javy, walking out of the backroom, both with fucked out expressions. Rooster felt her body tense up, and he scanned the room, his eyes landing on the same sight she was seeing. He tried to stop her, but she was quick, pushing off of him and storming her way over to Isabella.

“See, now you’re learning to be like-” Isabella’s speech was cut off as Y/N reeled her hand back and smacked her across the face, “What the fuck!?”

“Didn’t I tell you to never come back here?” Y/N said, her jaw clenched.

“You don’t own the club.”

“I basically do, sweetheart.”

“Well, doll, I can be here just as much as the next person can. And how would your husband feel about you grinding all up on his best friend?”

“Same way he would feel about you sleeping with his best friend,” Y/N fired back.

Isabella smirked, before lunging at Y/N, sending a smack across her face. Y/N reeled back slightly but regained her footing, and quickly responded with a punch, sending the girl stumbling back into Javy, who pushed her off of him. Y/N grabbed her hair, dragging her to the closest wall, and throwing her up against it, watching as her body bounced off of it. Before Isabella could turn around, Y/N grabbed the back of her head, and smashed it against the wall. Isabella let out a loud cry, and coughed as the blood from her nose ran down into her mouth. Y/N pulled her back, looking at her bloodied face.

“I had the Seresins long before you came, and I’ll have them long after you go,” Isabella sneered, trying to act tough as her voice was weak. Y/N smashed her face back into the wall, pulling her back again, listening if she had anything else to say.

“If I hear mention of Jake, his brothers or me, I’ll kill you myself. If you’re smart, which I highly fucking doubt, you will leave and never come back,” Y/N said.

Isabella barely opens her eyes, croaking, “How would you know and why do you care?”

“Because that’s my fucking husband, and his family you’re talking about. We’ve got eyes and ears everywhere,” Y/N said, “Understand me?” Isabella nodded weakly. Y/N smiled and threw her body on the ground, “Whore.” She spat on her, before walking away from her.

Isabella looked up at the boys weakly as they walked behind Y/N. She couldn’t help but cry softly, touching her face gently, feeling the bones in her nose crushed. She looked around the busy hallway at the couples paying no mind to what had just happened to her.

“Are you okay?” A silky voice called out to her. She looked up at the man walking towards her, wearing all black, tattoos on his hands, “Do you need some help?”

“I-I think she broke my nose.” Isabella cried.

“Yeah. . . she’s kind of crazy like that. Here, let me help you,” The man said, sticking his hand out. Isabella timidly took it, standing up from the ground. He walked her out of the club, into the alley. She took a shaky breath of the fresh air, and immediately winced at the pain. The man walked her towards an awaiting white Bronco, with dark tinted windows.

“T-thank you,” Isabella said as they reached the car, “Who are you?”

“You can call me Franky,” He smiled as he pulled out a cloth and covered her mouth.

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Javy had alerted Jake about the fight at the club. The mafia boss was seeing red as he waited in his private office for them to return. Rooster hadn’t said anything the whole drive home, opting to drive back rather than sit in the backseat next to Y/N. Reuben had gotten her some ice for her hand, and she had kicked off her shoes, letting him massage her feet. She looked down at her swollen knuckles, flexing and relaxing her fist every so often.

“Your right hook could use some work,” Reuben smirked looking up at her.

“So funny,” She rolled her eyes as the car came to a stop outside the mansion. Y/N took a deep breath bracing for the storm she was about to receive. Bob was waiting outside of the front door, and an unreadable look on his face. Rooster had opened the door for Y/N and she got out carefully.

“He wants to see her,” Bob said. Y/N nodded, taking a step forward, Payback right behind her, “Alone.”

“The fuck he does,” Reuben spat.

“Payback,” Y/N said softly, her voice trying hard to not crack with fear. Her body stood strong, but her eyes gave away the real feeling in her body, “It’ll be okay.”

Reuben clenched his jaw, and nodded, taking a step back, “If he hurts you, I don’t give a fuck who he is, I’m killing him.”

Y/N smiled, “Might have to fight Gianni on that one,” She squeezed his arm gently, and then turned towards Bob, “Lead the way.”

It felt as if she were a prisoner being walked towards the gallows. The house was too quiet except for the sound of Bob’s shoes on the hardwood floor. He pushed open the heavy door, and ushered her inside. She nearly jumped as the door shut, and she was left alone with her fiance. The red vest/black shirt combo he was wearing made him look daunting, as he looked over the fire roaring in the fireplace.

“I got rid of your whore for you,” Y/N said, walking up to him.

Jake didn’t say anything but finish the drink that was in his hand, and slamming it down on the fireplace. He turned around and faced her, his green eyes scanning her over for any injuries. He noticed her red knuckles, and red mark across her face, other than that she was perfect.

“When I made this. . . stupid little deal,” Jake said pointing between the two of them, “I was under the impression I was getting a mafia wife. Someone who knew what it was like to marry a man of power, how to act, how to respond. . . not whatever it is the fuck you are.”

“I’m a fucking human, not a fucking robot-”

Her speech was cut off by Jake’s laughter. He poured himself another drink, and walked over to his desk. He leaned against it, taking a drink of the brown whisky in his glass, “This is my business, my mafia. I make the decisions of what you do. I don’t give a fuck what your daddy says.”

“My daddy has had ties in places you could only dream of. Want to know a secret Jacob? My mother was power behind the screen, she knew everything. She made things the way they were, whether my father realize it or not. That’s the power a pussy can have, you’ve just never known how to utilize what was handed to you on a silver fucking platter.” Y/N spoke walking over to his desk. She pressed up against him, and he took a sharp breath. His finger gently caressed her cheek bone.

“I’d love to fucking slit your throat wide open.”

“He also said the deal only goes through if we’re married. Can’t fucking do that if you kill me, now can you? But go ahead, if that’s really what you want, put me out of my misery. Watch how quickly your castle crumbles, how fast the rats you feed scurry away, and witness all of your whores as they find better pipe.”

Jake clenches his jaw, as he stands up straight, and looks into her eyes. He gently runs his hands over her face and down her jaw to her neck. His lips ghosts hers, and he smirks against them. Her lips curl into a smile, as his hand grabs a fist full of her hair, he jerks her body and slammed her face into the desk. The loud crunch of her nose echoes through the office. She groaned as Jake manhandled her and pulled her up so her back was flush with his chest.

“Does my blood turn you on, Jacob?” She spits out, eyes flicking up to him as she spits crimson blood onto the documents spread across the desk.

“No, but the idea of splattering your brains all over the fucking walls does,”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Jacob.”

Jake pulls the gun from his waistband, pressing it to her temple, “You willing to bet your life?”

Y/N clenched her jaw, holding still for just a moment, before jerking her elbow back and hitting Jake in the jaw. He groaned, his grip on the gun loosening enough for her to take it from his hand. Jake looked at her, a crazed expression in her eye as she held the weapon in her shaking hands. He usually was never scared looking down the barrel of a gun, but she looked unpredictable. He held his hands up in the air.

“Doll,”

“On your knees,” She seethed, and Jake complied.

He slowly got on his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. She took a step forward, pressing the gun against his head. He closed his eyes feeling the cool metal against him. He opened them and could see the fear in her eyes, and his lips quirked up in a smile.

“Do it doll, I know you want to,” Jake smirked, “There seems to be a pattern with you and men who you fuck. They always end up dead, or wishing they were dead. Were you like this with Francisco too? No wonder he beat the shit out of you. I would too,” His words blurred everything in her brain, eyes glossing with tears. Jake waited a moment before moving, and taking the gun from her hand, and dropping the clip. Y/N closed her eyes as he stood up and pulled her against his chest again.

“Next time,” Jake’s lips ghosted her ear, “Turn the safety off.” He chuckled as he pushed a strand of hair away from her neck, “For a woman who prides herself on her strength, you crumble so easily. At the mention of a lowlife piece of shit that made you his rag doll, just something to play with until he got bored. Clearly, that’s what he did with your mother.”

He let go of her body, pushing her towards the door, “Not so confident when it’s your own blood staining your face now are you?” She twisted around, raising her fist, Jake’s hand quickly coming up to grab it before you could meet his jaw, “Cute doll, try again once you’ve got your shit together.”

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“Poise and control, never let them see you cry. That’s how they will destroy you.”

The words her mother once spoke to her were rattling around in her head as Y/N walked out of Jake’s office. Her eyes were bloodshot and red, similar to the crimson that dripped down her face as she walked with her head held high. The boys all watched her, varying expressions on their faces. Payback stood up from the couch, his jaw clenched tightly. The second he put his hand on her shoulder, it was like her trance was broken, and she stumbled into his grasp. He held her tightly and glared at the three other men in the room, each of them hanging their heads. He gently pulled Y/N towards the stairs, taking her up to her room. Y/N pushed Reuben’s hands away as they climbed the staircase and walked herself up the rest of the way.

“Never let them touch you. As soon as they do, they’ve already won the game.”

Y/N flicked on the light, looking at her broken face in the reflection of the mirror. The other bruises she had received last week had just started to fade, as the ones from her broken nose were starting to grow under her eyes. She grabbed a white washcloth, running it under water, and then pressing it gently to her nose. She hissed in pain as she wiped off the blood, getting a better look at the damage that had been caused. Reuben slipped into the room quietly, standing in the doorway, watching her clean her face. His heart broke hearing the soft whimpers and cries that left her cracked lips.

“You hide your pain. Pain makes you weak. You can’t let them think you are weak.”

He didn’t say anything as he walked into the bathroom, grabbing her hand softly and lifting her to sit on the bathroom counter, like he had done many times before. Y/N watched him through teary eyes as he grabbed out a first-aid kit from the closet. He got to work quickly, finding some gauze and tape. She cried out in pain when he touched her nose, and he softly hushed her. He made it quick, popping her nose back into place as she screamed and sobbed. He held her body as she shook with tears. He finally taped it, doing the best he could with the supplies he had.

“We never marry for love. Love makes us stupid. It’s all a business game.”

Y/N was starting to believe that more and more. She hated to admit it, but seeing Jake so vulnerable had made something in her heart hurt. Hearing him say those words she had longed to hear anymore, had her thinking that maybe, just maybe, he actually cared for. But that had all been smashed the second her face had hit the wooden desk.

“What he did, tesoro, is something you need to learn from. Use that power, that anger.”

Once her face was clean, Reuben helped Y/N change out of her dress, slipping on one of the black t-shirts she had stolen from him. He put her into bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead before leaving the room, leaving her alone with nothing but her thoughts.

The scent of Jake’s Armani cologne was still on her pillow as it flooded her senses. Reaching for her bedside drawer, she opened it, pulling out the orange pill bottle she had stolen from Rooster’s medicine cabinet. She held the three small white pills in her hand, staring down at the bottle. It would be so easy, so fucking easy, to swallow them all down. To just lie in bed, and let the cool, dark, comfort of death overwhelm her. She had thought about it once before, attempting to swallow a bunch of pills only to be pulled from her half conscious state by her brother shoving his fingers down her throat to make her vomit. Since then everything had been a thought, too scared of what would actually happen if she followed through with it.

She sighed, setting the pill bottle down, and swallowing down the two pills that were in her hand. She laid down on top of her bed, looking up at the ceiling, and letting the tears fall down her cheeks. She grabbed her pillow, tugging it close to her body and screaming. She let out all of her emotions that had been building up for the past couple weeks; being taken overseas, being forced to marry into a life she didn’t want, being beaten over and over, reliving her worst nightmare. She screamed and cried until her body gave up and she just drifted off into a fitful sleep.

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A scream ripped through her lips, forcing her to wake her up out of her unconscious state. Her skin felt sticky with sweat as she pushed back the blanket that had been draped over her. She sat up quickly, but regretted it, feeling the painful thumping behind her eyes. Y/N held her nose softly, and tried her best not to cry at the pain in her face. She looked around the room, her mind still clouded over from the nightmare she had just had.

Y/N thought that when Francisco had been captured and tortured by Gianni, all the bad memories and fear had been destroyed along with him. She never imagined being back in this position of being terrified of every move she made. She had tasted freedom once, and she believed the only way she would reach that again, would be in death.

It felt like the room was caving in on her, as her breathing began to pick up. She pushed herself off the bed, running straight to the balcony to get fresh air. She crashed against the railing, gripping it hard that her knuckles turned white. Her eyes looked down at the hard concrete below her. The gray colored ground seemed inviting, a perfect place to lay down on. She then looked down at her feet, and how easily it would be to swing her legs over the railing. How inviting it all seemed to her, to end her life. To lay down on the concrete and never wake up. To be reunited with her lovely mother once again.

“Hope you plan on a closed casket,” A voice called up to her, snapping her out of her trance. She blinked back her tears and looked around, seeing Bob, his blue eyes looking back up at her as his lips breathed in the smoke of a cigarette, “You know there’s more efficient ways of achieving what it is you’re looking for. If it were me, I would choose pills over jumping. Those who have pretty faces shouldn’t destroy their vanity on cement.”

“I’m not going to jump,” Y/N said softly.

“Sure you weren’t, doll.”

“Don’t,” Y/N said, a sob escaping her lips, “He called me that.”

“I-I’m sorry, fuck, Y/N, I didn’t-”

“Everytime Jake says it. . . I’m right back in that fucking room again, and he’s right back on top of me, taking everything from me.”

Bob looked down at his feet and then back up to her. Bob was really the only one who knew the true horrors of what Y/N had gone through. Francisco was sick enough to record the whole thing, and Bob had spent hours watching the horrifying videos and reading the doctors reports. He hated that Jake wasn’t scared to hurt people, especially women. Bob wanted nothing more to fight him for hurting Y/N the way he did, but Bob also feared for his life when it came to Jake. He had looked down the barrel of the gun before, his friend’s finger on the trigger.

“Y/N, I-”

“But it’s who we are right? Get fucked up, get thrown around, have guns held to our heads, clean our faces, get dressed in expensive clothes and drink expensive wines that no one can say the name of. It’s all a part of the fucking job.”

Bob didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded. Y/N looked out into the night sky, tears running down her face. She whispered a quiet good night, before returning to her room, leaving her balcony doors open. Bob watched as she disappeared, then drifted his sight over to where Jake stood in the doorway to the patio. Jake’s face was unreadable as he lit up a cigarette.

“You really fucking hurt her, Jake,” Bob said.

“I know,” Jake said, breathing out the smoke and watching it billow into the night air, “What’s worse, is now I have to listen to her screams at night knowing they aren’t just about him anymore.”

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note: as some of you who have read the original might notice, I did take out that one part with Francisco and the reader. That scene was hard for me to write and it's even harder for me to go back and read. I took it out because I felt like I didn't really serve any purpose to the story besides make Francisco, an already bad guy, even worse.

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