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tastingmellow · 5 years

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Honey

A/N: My next two fics will be Trevante and Erik! I’m so happy you guys are enjoying these fics 😭🥰

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Mob Boss!Black!Reader

Summary: Mob Business doesn’t pay unless you’re doing it with your Honey

Warnings: Language. N-Word. Steve does NOT use it. Angst. Reader is black, periodt.

Word Count: I’m too lazy to find out. But this muthafucka long, I can tell you that.

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“Do I look like I give a fuck? You deliberately went against my orders for fucking what? To get your dick wet?” You spoke angrily as you unbuttoned your black suit jacket. Pant suits were your go to for business, they were practical and the tailored material always made you look beyond powerful. You stood beside Steve while he sat in a leather, brown chair at the end of the large Mahogany table.

Your associates and friends sat at the table as you stared angrily at the pale white man staring back at you, seeming unnerved. You threw your jacket over the back of Steve’s chair, placing the guns that were tucked in the waistband of your pants on the table. “Y/N, it was not that serious. The deal was done and she was all over me. Why not give myself a little reward?” Doogan, the man who currently had you fuming, spoke.

You nodded and walked around the table, grabbing a file from Sam’s hand as you walked past him. Your heels clacked against the waxed hard wood floors as you opened the file. “Deal was done?” You nodded, as if you agreed before slapping the open file down in front of him, your manicured red nail pointing at a name. “The deal was done? Then where the fuck...is Marie Hardy? Tell me where she is because I don’t see her in front of me, Doogan. And she’s not in The Block. So where. Is. She?”

You pulled away and walked behind him, patting his shoulders roughly as he swallowed thickly. You looked up at your husband, his blue eyes meeting yours as he played with wedding ring that sat on his finger. “You see her, Stevie?” You asked sweetly, a smile on your face. “I don’t, Honey.” You nodded thoughtfully and turned to his right hand man. “You see her, Buck? Does anyone here see her?”

Bucky and the rest of the table shook their head and you pouted. “She’s not here. So...that means what, Doogan?” You spoke in his ear as he shivered from fear. “You’re taking too long to answer me.” You held out your hand and your right hand, Maria Hill, handed you a gun. You straightened your back and pressed the cool metal to his head while turning his head. “Wait, wait! I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking!”

You stared at him as his nose ran and tears fled down his cheeks. “Please, Y/N, please! I can get her right now, just don’t kill me!” You sighed and took the gun from his head, walking back to stand beside Steve. “Because you have kids I won’t kill you. They’re the sweetest babies and I don’t want them growing up without a father. You have 12 hours to pack up your family and move out of my city or Clint and Thor will hunt you down and murder your kids and wife while you watch.”

You dropped the gun on the table with a loud thud and slid your hands in your pocket. Doogan sputtered mumbling about the bitch you’ve been looking for for a month. You held your hand up and hushed, “We’ll get Marie. You just get out my office and get the fuck out my city.” The pale, green eyed man quickly rose up and scurried out.

You sigh softly and look up as Wanda clears her throat. “Where should we start our search now?” She spoke and you rested a hand on Steve’s shoulder. He grabbed your hand and softly kissed each of your fingers and you chuckled. “Well, she ran from Red Skull, stupid fucking name. So, there’s only one other place she could be.”

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“Doll.” Steve spoke as you pushed your freshly sewed in 40 in tracks over your shoulder. You eyed him as you unbuttoned your shirt. Steve licked his lips and groaned softly while standing up and making his way over to you. He gently grabbed your waist with one hand while the other hand rested on your ass, fingers spread out to rest over the full area.

“Yes, Stevie.” You looked up at him and he chuckled. “Tell me, why not just kill Doogan.” He spoke, his lips meeting your neck as your hands rested on his biceps. You giggled softly and Steve pulled you closer. “I’m in a good mood today.” You replies and Steve hummed against your skin, nipping at your collar bone.

“Is that so?” He countered and you nodded. “Why’s that?” He inquired while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Because even though Doogan fucked up she doesn’t have anymore places to run and I’ve been waiting to torture that bitch and that fuck ass boy, Brock.”

You pulled away from him and continued stripping from your clothes as Steve watched you, arms crossed and a smirk on his lips. “You know, people wouldn’t expect that much danger to be in all that cuteness.”

You chuckled and batted your eyelashes innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m as sweet as honey.” You winked and patted his chest as you threw the last of your clothes into your hamper. “Now, come on, handsome. I wanna fuck to get my adrenaline going.” You spoke bluntly as you grabbed his hand and led him to your joint bathroom. Steve growled before picking you up from behind, a squeal leaving your lips as he carried you into the bathroom, leaving kisses all over your skin.

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You leaned over the balcony, your eyes observing the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies of all shapes, sizes, and colors. A small smile graced your lips before you downed the rest of your martini, humming at the burn in your throat. You turned around and sat the empty glass on the table beside you before looking up as Natasha and Wanda made their way in. “She’s here.”

You nodded and looked back at Steve who looked at you. You smiled before walking over to him, setting yourself in his lap. He hummed in approval, his nose grazing the length of your neck. “Go get her for me, ladies.” You spoke, an almost evil grin on your face as they smirked and walked away, heels clacking on the floor.

You hummed as Steve’s hands traveled up your thigh. “You look great in red.” He spoke, admiring how you looked in the silk, spaghetti strapped dress. You crossed your legs, nails gently raking against the skin of his cheek while he worked on giving you a hickey. You softly moaned, leaning your head back before the sound of heavy boots and heels filled your ears.

You pulled away from Steve and the both of you stood up, you standing in front of him while his hands rested in his pockets, a smirk a gracing both of your lips. Natasha and Wanda walked in, the arch of them standing off to the side. Finally, Marie walked in, smug as ever with men standing behind her. They dispersed around the room while your men stood unmoving and stern, eyes blank as they watched the room.

Marie went to sit down on of the black leather couches before she was snatched up by Wanda. “Fuck, I can’t even sit down?” Marie exclaimed and you held your hand up to Wanda, nodding for her to let the woman sit down. Marie huffed, scowling at Wanda who rolled her eyes and went back to lean against the railing.

“Are the buffs with no brains really necessary?” Steve spoke up and Marie rolled her eyes, crossing her legs. “Last time I left Y/N...sorry, Honey, last time I left Honey she was looking to have my head on a platter so I—“

“Sucked up Rumlow for bullshit protection that could be taken out within seconds? Shows how much your pussy is worth.” You spoke coldly and snickers sounded through the room as Marie frowned “Unlike you, I didn’t fuck my way to the top and marry the richest white man I could find.”

“2 things. 1. You’re not at the top if you still owe people stacks upon stacks of money. 2. I didn’t fuck to get here but I can guarantee if I had fucked to be here i would’ve been at the top of the food chain years ago. It’s that good.” You replied, walking to stand in front of her. Steve remained still as Bucky, Thor, Clint, and Sam reached for the guns on their hips as did Wanda, Natasha, Maria and Sharon.

You sat in the chair across from her, arms resting on the back of the couch as you crossed your legs. “You know why you’re here, Marie. Stop bullshitting me and give me my fucking money so you can jack off the next nigga for $20.” You spoke, amused as you saw the anger rising up the dark skinned woman’s face. You smiled softly, almost innocently as Steve walked behind you.

“Hand over Rumlow while you’re at it.” The tall blonde spoke up and leaned over you, sporting the same smile. “Fuck you.” Marie spat at Steve and you held up a finger before pointing it at yourself. “That’s my job, and I’m damn good at it, sweetie.” You winked as Marie shot up, your men raising their guns and pointing them at her. Her men pointed guns at yours and here you were, standing off.

You slowly stood up and walked closer to her, eyes cold. “You keep fucking playing with me, Marie.” You shook your head and sighed. “Kill then for me.” You spoke calmly, never breaking eye contact with Marie as shots rang out and the sound of fighting and scuffling were heard behind you, causing the crowd below you to scream and scurry out of the club, fumbling over each other.

You paused as the room’s noise slowly died down. You waited, as one last thud was heard. You blinked, still patiently waiting on confirmation that your team was okay.

“We’re good, Honey.” You heard Sharon speak and you smiled again. “Great. Now, Marie. Where’s my money?” You spoke, taking a step closer and she stepped back. “Honey, I—“ you shook your head, wagging your finger. “No, no. Where the fuck is my money?”

Marie paused fear overtaking her before she lunges at you, successfully taking you down with a loud thud. Natasha moves to help you but Steve held out his arm, stopping. “She can handle herself.” He said with a knowing smirk on his face. He’d seen you take down a man twice your size on your first date. So, a woman that was about your height and build? Easy.

You grunted and slammed your elbow into her back, knocking the wind out of her briefly. She quickly regained her composure, standing up to send a punch to your face. You ducked and jabbed her in the stomach, causing her to clutch her stomach before quickly sitting up on unsteady feet. She went to lunge at you again but you grabbed her arm and stepped on her exposed toes with your heels.

You kicked her right knee in, followed by the left one, causing her to collapse, yelping in pain. You sent your knee into her face, a loud, bone chilling crunch sounded out as she fell back, face bloody from her broken nose. You huffed, dusting yourself off before gesturing to her body. “Get her ass up and take her to The Block. I’m not done with her.”

Bucky leaned over, picking up the unconscious woman and throwing her over his shoulder while the rest of the team followed him out. You poured yourself a quick whiskey before grabbing your purse and following them, feeling Steve wrap an arm around your shoulder. “Sweet as Honey, Huh?”

You laughed and shrugged, looking up at him as you strutted out of the room, “That’s me, Baby.”

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It had been three days since that night and still Marie hadn’t spoken a word about Brock’s location. Your team almost beat the living shit out of her and yet still not a word. You stood in front of her, examining the bruises on her face as Natasha wiped some of the blood off her knuckles. You refused to let a man hit a woman regardless of the circumstance so your female associates handled your female enemies and your male associates handled your male enemies.

“She refuses to say anything about Brock.” Maria spoke and you remained silent. Steve stood beside you, waiting for your response. Everyone assumed he was the boss since he handled most of the business but nothing was confirmed without you. You sealed every deal, every murder, everything. You ran it all. “What do you want to do, Honey?”

You sighed and rolled up your sleeves and pushed your hair over your shoulder. “Leave us. And can you call Gina? I need my hair done this week.” You hugged as your eyes rested on Marie. Your associates filed out as did Steve but not before kissing your cheek and patting your butt.

Once the door closed you grabbed the extra chair that usually sat in the corner and pulled it to sit in front of the woman, legs spread and hands resting on your thighs. Marie looked at you, eyes swollen, lip busted and nose darker than the rest of her skin. She winced as she adjusted herself. “What happened to you...” she spoke and you shrugged.

“Nothing happened to me that wasn’t supposed to.” You replied and she scoffed twisting her wrists and hissing at the slight burn on her wrists. “I miss my little sister...” she murmured and you laughed loudly, leaning your head back as you sat up, leaning your elbows on your knees.

“Fuck you, Marie. You don’t get to say shit like that to me when you left me. You left me then you came back and I welcomed you with open arms, ready to have my sister. And then you left again, this time with my money, tried to take my husband, and spitting on my name. How fucking dare you sit here and bullshit me? You don’t miss me. You never even cared.” You spoke, voice cracking from bringing up those tough memories again. You scoffed as you saw a tear roll down her cheek.

“Mom and Dad wouldn’t want this. They would want us to stick together and...and love each—“ she was cut off by a punch to the face. She groaned and you stood up, wiping away the few stray tears that slipped out. “Shut the fuck up. You don’t get to speak on them when you never even visited them! And it fucking shows because you’re talking like they’re dead. They aren’t, Marie! They’re in fucking Turks and Caicos smiling and having a fulfilling life. I sent them there! You’d know if you were around!”

You looked at your older sister who hung her head. You purses your lips before licking them, sniffling softly. “I wanted a big sister and you left me, stole from me, now you want to pull this bullshit with me.” You leaned down and came eye to eye with her. “So, fuck you. Fuck your excuses, fuck your tears, and fuck your fake ass pleas. Where. The. Fuck. Is. Brock?”

Marie winced, shaking slightly before sighing. “He...he hides out in the abandoned warehouse on third. He’s gonna be there on Thursday at six.” You nodded and began walking away before stopping as Marie called out to you. Natasha and Wanda made their way in the room as you stood still. “Y/N, please don’t leave me...” she spoke, you could imagine the tears on her face.

You looked over your shoulder and scowled. “My name’s Honey. Handle her.” You spoke and walked out as Marie yelled after you. Her cries fell upon deaf ears as you walked out. Steve stood in front of you, grabbing your face. “Honey...” he spoke and you blinked, looking up at him as he stroked your cheeks.

You sniffles, bottom lip trembling as you clutched his shirt. “My own sister...Steve, my sister. She betrayed me...”, tears streamed down your cheeks as you laid your head on his chest. You sobbed into his chest and advised the rest of your team to leave with a slight nod to the door. They all left with sympathetic looks.

Steve tightened his hold on you and cried harder, your screams mimicking your sisters as your knees gave out causing you to collapse. Steve’s heart ached as he tried to hold back tears of his own. He slid to the ground with you, rocking and holding as he rubbed your back, letting you cry. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, baby.”

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You sat on a large mahogany desk as laughing sounded outside of the door before you. Your hand rested on thighs as you watched the door swing open, revealing Brock, a smile on his face and you became agitated. Brock turned around, eyes landing on you as smiled at him. Your team stood off to the sides where Rumlow couldn’t see them.

“Brock, surprised to see me?” You hopped off the table and Brock took a step back to yell to his henchmen standing outside. He was cut off by a soft click as you held a white and gold glock out, aiming for his head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

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To Be Continued

A/N: Yeeeeeah, cliff hanger mf! This bitch was loooomg as shit and I needed to break it up so part two coming soon! Make sure to like, reblog, and comment! It really makes my day! Also, if you would like to be added to my tag lists, Erik/Trevante, Steve/Bucky , or permanent then let me know! ☺️

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