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"Blackbird to Robin, do you copy?" (Billy Russo x ofc)

Chapter six

Words: 5151 Warnings: mentions of the previous attack (check the last chapter for reference), mentions of PTSD, death, guns, explosions (and the aftermath i guess). poor grammar choices. change of pov, foul language, dana wants some soup. A/N: yeah, it's been a long time coming. i accidentally fell into a burning ring of fire depressive episode ft a massive writer's block but thank you for your patience and love. had to add some billy into it, too. hope you guys like it (mind you i haven't written anything in like two months so sorry for the poor grammar choices) Taglist: @badasseddy, @noortsshift, @britishbassett

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Chapter six

I felt the thick thud of my skull before I could even register I was in pain. My skin felt warm and sticky, and although my entire head was throbbing, it especially felt like a needle was constantly poking my temple. Even with closed eyes, the ache seemed to grow every second. My entire body hurt, too, and I heavily debated whether I wanted to open my eyes, too afraid of what would wait for me on the other side.

Muffled voices and footsteps screamed from the other side of the door, the sound too distant and distorted to fully comprehend what they said, and for an instant, I panicked.

And then, like a slap across the face, a flash of black flooded my vision, and Billy’s eyes were suddenly all I could see. The throbbing in my head grew stronger and unforgiving, and dizziness overcame me. Memory was coming back in flames, and each was more painful than the last.

Billy. The attack. Billy’s apartment. The café. Billy’s car. My apartment. Billy’s black suits. The MET. Owen. Billy.

Billy.

The name tasted weird on my tongue. There was bitterness in it, and fear, but also comfort and power. The mix was strangely addictive, and it weirded me out even more after realizing he was the first thing on my mind after having just woken up.

I groaned, and although the sound was distant in my ears, mixed with the slight ringing that filled the silence around me, it was apparently loud enough for the door to burst open wide. I winced at the sudden noise, but the surprise was quickly replaced by relief when the man himself crouched next to me, unannounced. My eyes were still closed, but his scent was unmistakable. The warmth that followed, although unmistakable as well, was surprising.

‘Good night, Dana,’ he whispered. His voice was uncommonly soft, and the usual sharp edge he wore like a suit was gone. I wondered if, for a second, I had imagined it, because it seemed so foreign to him. But I couldn’t deny that I liked it.

I believed he would have shouted, screamed, yelled at me and my irresponsibility. I thought he would just give me an earful, repeating the same speech like a mantra about safety and trusting strangers. How mad he would have looked, with his eyes sending daggers into my heart and venomous words into my brain. He would’ve repeated over and over how he had been right, and how I had been wrong, and how stupid and reckless I had been and almost had gotten myself killed because of it.

But when I opened my eyes, I found none of that. Gone was his anger and fury. Instead, I was met with a rather compassionate face, with deep lines of worry around his eyes, and his usually-tamed hair falling flat on his head, with strands gracelessly tousled and unkempt.

My fingers twitched slightly as if wanting to reach and fix it for him on their own. But either it hurt too much to move or I was too much a coward to do anything. So, instead, I just lay there, with eyes half-closed, a killing headache, and a nervous heart.

‘Hi.’ My throat was hoarse and it hurt to speak. My voice sounded weak, and I fought the urge to grimace at that. I knew I was weak, and yet, I hated that. Especially in front of him.

‘You gave me –us, quite a scare the other day,’ he coughed lowly, his eyes moving across my face. His pupils seemed to mix with the irises entirely, and the darkness around us created two pools of somber black that were now analyzing every single aspect of my face. I had never felt so naked, yet so alive.

His little slip-up didn’t go unnoticed, but I was too tired to even press him on it. All I could do at the time was frown, and even the movement sent another hard thud to my head. To my dismay, Billy noticed that, and brought his warm palm against my forehead and softly rested it on the skin, careful and caring. Two things I never thought Billy Russo could be.

‘The other day?’ I asked finally after registering his words.

‘At the park.’

I sat there, looking at him. For a second I thought this illusion of Billy would fade, and the anger would come back, but it didn’t. I waited, staring at him, trying not to dwell too much on the way his hand felt on me, and kept waiting, but he didn’t move. It was only then that I spoke for him.

‘The attack.’

He nodded gravely, and I could have sworn a small sigh escaped his lips. ‘Yeah. The attack.’

I frowned again. ‘The other day?’

He took his hand off, and the sudden coolness of the air made me miss his contact, even though it felt refreshing. His existence was a complete contradiction in my head.

‘Yeah,’ yet he didn’t look me in the eye this time. His hands suddenly occupied themselves by pouring water into an empty glass on the bedside table. Recognizing the round shape of the object, I finally realized I was in my bed, back at my apartment, safe and sound.

He carefully brought it to my lips and tilted my head forward, helping me. His hand cradled the back of my head, and with one touch I was hooked. If he felt any affected by it, he didn’t show it. I almost wished he did.

The cold water soothed my aching throat, if only a little, and even though I was still tired, I couldn’t help but ask.

‘How long have I been out?’

‘Three days.’

‘What?’ the shock moved my body upwards involuntarily, but pain flashed in my eyes and my back collided with the mattress rather harshly.

Billy helped me down again, adjusting my bed covers over me as he rechecked my head.

‘You’re fine, Dana. Just… go to sleep, alright? We’ll talk when you recover,’ he said, standing up again.

‘I thought you said I was fine,’ I couldn’t help myself. He didn’t answer, but instead rolled his eyes. He started walking away toward the door, and suddenly, the prospect of staying alone became unbearable.

‘Wait,’ I called him.

Billy was already walking out when he stopped.

‘What do you need?’

It was so casual, the way he said it. So domestic. So natural. It was scary to think that, behind all that hair gel and money, there was a man. A person. A person I now needed beside me, if only to sleep. I knew that as soon as I closed my eyes, nightmares would plague my dreams. They had been haunting me ever since I closed my eyes three days ago, but my brain refused to wake up. Now I knew they were memories. And I was desperate to make them stop.

‘Could you… stay with me? At least, until I fall asleep?’

He seemed shocked at the question, and before he could refuse, I spoke again.

‘I don’t want to be alone right now, please.’

I winced again, both at the pain and at my own embarrassment. My voice felt as weak as the rest of my body, but I hated being powerless even more in front of Billy. I didn’t know what opinion he had of me, and I didn’t know if I’d ever know, but for some reason, I didn’t want him to think of me as weak. I hadn’t known him for long, but at that moment, in that state, I just wanted, needed, a break. I needed Billy to look at me and not see the desperate and frightened girl I felt at the moment. For once, I wanted to be strong, and I had just blown that away by asking him to stay with me.

But, thank God, Billy sighed and closed the door, leaving the two of us in the dark. His movements were measured and precise as he walked toward me and to the side of my bed, taking off his shoes and placing them by the foot of the table. He didn’t look at me and I didn’t look at him as I scooted over to make room for him. Even though the space wasn’t that big, once he lay down, we both managed to fit next to one another without touching. I almost wish we did.

The silence was deafening. I tried to control my breathing and not move too much, knowing the second I did I’d brush Billy’s arm. My blinds had been rolled down and very little light was coming from the outside, and the thought of not being able to see Billy, despite feeling his warmth next to me, was somewhat bizarre. A battle was raging on my insides, and unfortunately, the pain in my head was the deus ex machina saving the day. Everything still hurt too much: my head, my back, my pride. And yet, Billy made no noise beside me. I wondered whether he had fallen asleep, for it sure felt like hours.

‘Billy?’

Silence.

‘Yeah?’ he finally answered.

His voice was smooth, and I instantly knew he hadn’t been asleep either. This was as awkward for him as it was for me, but he still made the effort. I appreciated that.

‘Why didn’t you take me to the hospital?’

It was probably the stupidest thing to ask, but I felt the urge to keep him talking. At least his voice was something familiar. At least his voice was anchoring me to reality, instead of letting my mind wander and losing itself again.

‘It would’ve been dangerous.’

‘What if I had died?’

‘You’re not dying on me, Dana Jones.’

‘How can you be so sure of it, Billy Russo?’

‘Because they’d have to get through me first. I’m not planning on dying any time soon.’

His words weren’t romantic by any means. They were harsh around the edges, full of implications, just like him. But I liked the way he said them. And I could always blame the raging headache for such nonsense in the morning.

I scooted an inch closer, still without making contact. I rolled on my side, facing him, even though I couldn’t see him. I even heard his faint breaths, a bit rushed and erratic. What was he nervous about?

‘Thank you.’

He took a few seconds to answer again.

‘Don’t mention it.’

‘And thank you for saving my life.’

‘Go to sleep, Dana, you need it.’

‘Alright.’

Silence. It really was awkward, to say the least. Both of us were awake, sharing a bed, and yet, no one talked. It felt like hours, although they definitely were a few minutes. My breathing slowed, and my eyes kept drooping despite my intent of having them open. I couldn’t tell whether Billy was awake or not. And just when I thought he had fallen asleep, he spoke.

‘Goodnight, Dana.’

My lips twitched slightly, and I answered.

‘Goodnight, Billy.’

…

Waking up with a killer headache wasn’t anything new to me. Many times before I had woken up with the remainder of a hungover, with mismatched pajamas and sweaty sheets. Other times, it was a flu, or a migraine, or a simple cold. I wasn’t a sleepwalker by any means, but every night brought an adventure with it. I never knew when, where, or how I’d wake up.

That day I woke up hot, cold, and alone. Again, not my first rodeo. But after realizing the events of the previous night, I couldn’t help the wave of disappointment that flooded my senses. The other side of the bed felt oddly empty, and Billy’s scent still lingered on the pillow. It was the only clue I had that whatever had happened was real. My head still hurt, and my stomach was grumbling like crazy, and despite not having enough strength to leave my bed, I did so with a groan.

The floor was cold under my feet, even though I was wearing pink fluffy socks that definitely did not belong to me at all. I looked around my room with a frown, but everything seemed in place. Taking a quick look at the mirror next to the door, I noticed I was wearing a new set of pink pajamas, matching the socks, as well as a clean bandage across my head and arms. It was quite a spectacle, really, but my hunger got the best of me and with a final sigh, I opened the door and walked out, knowing with every single step that life was about to get a thousand times more dangerous.

Surprisingly, I found Karen sitting by the kitchen, with a mug in her hand and bags under her eyes. Her face lit up as soon as she saw me walk in.

‘Oh, Dana, thank God you’re awake!’ she almost dropped the mug on the counter and stood in front of me.

With tentative arms, she hugged me, and the warmth that came with it had me closing my eyes in enjoyment. It had been too long since somebody had even embraced me like that.

‘Hi,’ I said rather shy.

We were the only ones in my apartment, and I felt grateful for that. I didn’t know what I would have said had Billy been there.

‘How are you feeling?’ her voice was low and soft, a total contrast to Billy’s. She showed genuine care, and maybe it was the concern in her eyes or the worry in her words, but all of a sudden, tears filled my eyes and fell on their own accord.

Karen quickly hugged me even harder, rubbing my back comfortingly as I sobbed into her shoulder.

I didn’t even know what I was crying about. The attack, the shock, the way my life had crumbled in a matter of seconds since Billy showed up at the stairs of my school. The tension, the pain, the fear, all of it was now going down the drain as I let it catch up to me. I lost complete track of time; I just allowed myself to stand there and break down, and Karen’s soothing presence only encouraged me further. God knew how long had it been since I had a good cry, and now it felt like the dam had broken and all the pent-up emotion was exploding in every direction, leaving me more and more empty the longer it went.

But it felt good. I rarely allowed myself to be vulnerable, much less in front of other people. And part of me knew that the downfall was inevitable, so I was glad I was home at least. I certainly wished the situation was different, but my sanity appreciated it nonetheless.

Only after my eyes ran out of tears I dared look up. Karen’s eyes were equally reddish but cupped my face into her hands and looked me in the eye.

‘Are you feeling better?’ she asked.

‘Yeah.’

She smiled. ‘Great.’ She led me to the couch and sat me down, checking my bandages. ‘How’s your head? Does it hurt?’

I shook my head, even though it hurt after crying so much. ‘I’ll be fine. I could use a shower, though. And food.’

She smiled. ‘That’s good. Go take a shower and I’ll make you some soup. Can you stand on your own?’

I nodded. ‘I’m just tired.’

‘Understandable. Go, I’ll be here when you get out. And, Dana,’ she stopped me as soon as I turned around to leave. ‘I’m glad you’re okay.’

I smiled, genuinely. ‘Thank you. For everything.’

She smirked and nodded at me, and I left.

I didn’t want to make the situation any more awkward, and that’s why as soon as Karen resumed to her own devices, I sprinted to the bathroom, quickly hiding there and locking the door behind me. Against better judgment, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and couldn’t help but to grimace at the view. Not only was my hair sticking up in weird shapes and places, but I still had heavy dark circles under my eyes, my lips were chapped and dry, and the skin looked like it needed some more melanin to be deemed healthy. Shaking my head I got in the shower and didn’t leave until my fingers were pruney and begging to be dry once more.

I rinsed my skin once, twice, until it burned. Every time I closed my eyes, memories haunted me. Flashes of red and orange danced before my eyes, followed by deafening noise and terrified yells. New York attacks were nothing new, and I had seen my fair share of violence and injustice before. But this time, I had been caught in the crossfire. It had been entirely my fault, for ignoring Billy’s orders despite promising otherwise. I knew I had always had a target on my back, but, for the first time, it felt real. As selfish as it sounds, I had been directly affected by the chaos that usually ran rampant but silent in the city. And that only angered me. Because today I had been the victim, and I had survived, but deep in my gut I knew innocent people hadn’t. And that it hadn’t been the first time, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

At some point during my little stream of consciousness, I heard the front door open. I didn’t need to listen further to know it was Billy. I could recognize his footsteps from a mile away.

With a deep breath I finally got out of the shower and dressed, and, with tentative steps, I exited the bathroom. The warm water had slightly relaxed my tense muscles, and I truly felt better after laying in bed for so long, but mentally I wasn’t ready to face Billy. I wasn’t scared of him, but I didn’t want to have a reason to.

What I wasn’t expecting was to find Billy, Frank, and Karen talking in hushed voices, with Karen close to Billy’s face and an angry frown on her face.

‘Don’t stop on my account,’ I said, reading the room. The tension could be cut with a knife, but I was still too tired and hungry to care.

Their heads twisted in my direction, and their sudden attention had me almost trembling in my place.

Frank stood there with virtually no expression on his face, as he usually did. Karen looked relieved, although something close to resentment emanated from her eyes. And then there was Billy.

It was the first time I had truly seen him since before the attack, and, to my surprise, didn’t look any better than I did. His hair, although freshly washed, wasn’t combed in the meticulous way he usually wore it. His clothes, too, were clean, yet he hadn’t bothered to properly tuck his shirt into his pants, and the laces of his shoes were undone. His expensive blazer lay forgotten by the entrance. And his eyes… they were tired. The creases around them were more prominent, and for the first time, he looked older. I knew he was older than me, but with his cocky attitude and his perfectly-kept appearance, I always forgot. Now, he looked his age, somewhere in his thirties, and it felt like a ton of bricks just hit me in the face at the realization.

When our eyes met, I shied away. I still felt embarrassed about the night before, and I doubted he’d go easy on me after I could stand on my own. I really didn’t want him to be right about Owen, and I didn’t want him to remember me laying frail and cold in my bed. I had the strong urge to disappear, but it was time for me to face the consequences, wherever those led.

‘Hey.’

‘Hi,’ Billy answered. His voice left a tingling sensation in the back of my neck.

‘Are you okay, kid?’ Frank suddenly spoke. His voice, too, was smooth, contrasting greatly with his appearance. He was dressed in his usual dark attire, yet his bulletproof vest and the grip of a gun on his waist were new additions.

I nodded carefully, not even assessing his question. I was in no way okay, but I still had my guard up around them. I wanted to be okay. I was tired of not being fine.

‘Alright, you need to eat,’ Karen interrupted the moment bringing her hands together and led me to the kitchen, where a steaming bowl of soup was waiting for me at the small table. She slid two pills together with a glass of water as I sat down. ‘For the pain. Eat, and we’ll talk later.’

She gently patted my forehead, probably searching for a fever, but her hands were soft and I appreciated it nonetheless. It had been so long since anybody had taken care of me, that I didn’t mind it was a woman I had only seen a couple of times. I still didn’t face Billy, although I could feel his burning gaze on me, but thankfully Karen caught his attention and resumed their previous conversation, as I did my best to swallow and ignore the details they spilled on the other side of the room.

My eyes closed for a few seconds as I took a big breath, hoping to find enough strength to face whatever was to come as soon as I was done eating. I looked at the clock on the wall by the entrance, and it surprised me to see it was noon. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to find, but I welcomed the time. I still had at least half a day to get my shit together, instead of wasting another one drowning in my own misery. But that’d come later. I just wanted to eat the damn soup.

…

I wished the soup would have been endless, because now I was sitting on the couch, with the other three adults looking down at me with varying expressions and hidden emotions. It was silent for a while until Billy spoke.

‘Tell us all you remember,’ he said. Gone was the softness, and his tone reminded me of the same one he had used when we first met, back in the interrogation room at Anvil’s headquarters.

‘Well… I was with Owen…’ I stopped and cringed. I wasn’t looking at him, but Billy suddenly stood straighter when I mentioned his name. ‘And he insisted on getting an ice cream after the museum. So we were at Central Park, and… that’s when everything went to shit, I guess.’

Frank’s face was unreadable, and Karen softly nodded. ‘Alright, no brain damage. That’s good,’ she sounded quite relieved.

‘What did you last see before…’ Billy paused for a second as if it physically pained him to talk. I found it hard to believe that he actually cared about me, but I had seen weirder. ‘Before everything went to shit?’

I took a few seconds as well. ‘I mean… Everything’s kinda blurry. Not like there’s anything wrong with me, it’s just… I mean I was terrified. And things were happening so fast and… I don’t know,’ I tripped over my words.

To my surprise, Frank nodded. ‘We get it. We’ve dealt with these situations way too many times to count,’ he looked at Billy, who shared the same expression. ‘Listen, kid, things are not going to get easier from now on. PTSD is no joke, and if you ever need to talk, we know some good people that can help. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about,’ he even cracked a smile.

It was reassuring to say the least, that these hunks of men struggled just as much, if not more, as I did. But those flashes were all I could see at the time, and it terrified me to think they’d stick with me forever.

‘I really don’t wanna talk about it right now,’ I said, hoping to just stop their conversation. ‘I mean, I appreciate it, don’t get me wrong. But… I just want to deal with all this when I’m ready. I’m still not sure about why things are the way they are so yeah, I guess I just need time.’

The three of them nodded at me. I could tell there were still a thousand things they wanted to say.

‘I do, however, have questions. I don’t wanna deal with my feelings until I know who’s making me feel like this,’ I said, with a lot more confidence than I had. ‘So what actually happened? How did you find me?’

Billy’s POV – Three days earlier

‘Shit.’

That was the last thing I heard from the earpiece before the explosion went off. People were running and screaming all around me, making their way out of the park, as far away as they could. My legs moved involuntarily to the source of the noise, despite better judgment. Dana was there, and that’s all I cared about.

‘Robin?’ I asked, but the static on the other side answered for me.

I picked up my pace, running as fast as I could. From the periphery of my eye, I caught many police cars, as well as my own company’s vans, trespassing into the park, followed by ambulances and paramedics. It didn’t take me long to reach the Great Lawn, my breath stuck in my throat at the sight. It had been almost destroyed, the entire green field. Burnt corpses lay around, their bodies completely unrecognizable. FBI agents were already running after the surviving men, getting lost in the immensity of the park and the echoes of their gunshots.

I looked around in a panic, trying to find Dana. Many trees were burning around me, some of them on the ground after the blast.

‘Dana!’ I yelled, raising my voice over the many sirens that blared around.

I ran along the nearest path, simply guessing Dana and Owen’s possible route from the museum. Maybe fate was on my side, after all, because only a few feet away I found Dana’s body, laying on the ground, dangerously close to a fallen and scorched tree.

I immediately kneeled beside her, pulling her up into my lap, looking over her only to find not a single scratch on her clothes. Only the side of her head was bleeding slightly and seemed to be unconscious because of it, but her heart was still beating strong and steady. Some branches had fallen on her arms as well, but nothing else seemed to be out of place.

I didn’t even have time to sigh in relief. I held her close, feeling the dread of losing her wash over me as I lifted her in my arms.

‘Blackbird, it’s Raven,’ Frank suddenly spoke in my other ear. ‘You there?’

‘Yeah,’ I struggled a bit with Dana’s weight, taking her up in my arms and running across the park, avoiding both people and debris as I followed the direction of Anvil’s medical aid.

‘Is she okay?’ Frank asked as I approached one of the medics by the small ambulance, dropping her carefully on the stretcher. He quickly looked over her, assessing the damage to her side, and quickly cleaning it and putting some bandage over it.

‘I hope so,’ I noticed my hands were trembling, but I couldn’t dwell too much on it.

I only cared that Dana was alright.

Time seemed to go too slowly. Distant gunshots and explosions still resounded behind my back, but I didn’t care anymore. The cops could handle that one. My only concern was the unconscious girl in front of me.

‘She’ll be okay,’ the medic finalized. ‘Just a hit to the head, nothing too serious. She’ll probably be out for a day or so, the shock could have gotten to her. If she doesn’t wake up by the third day, take her to the hospital, they’ll know what to do. She’ll struggle with headaches and sensory overload, most probably, and make sure she has two of these once a day, preferably with a full stomach. Sorry, Mr. Russo, I gotta help the others,’ the young medic said quickly, and after dropping the bottle of pills in my hand, he ran to the next victim.

I could only sigh in relief, quickly taking Dana back in my arms and walking towards my car, making my best to avert the inquiring press and curious bystanders who had reached the park. Dana’s head lolled to the side and into my chest, revealing the earpiece, still connected. I tried my best to ignore the weight of her head in my chest, and the warmth that came with it and spread through me as I finally spotted my car. There wasn’t anybody around, thankfully, and with some difficulty, I placed her in the backseat and drove to her apartment before the police closed the surrounding streets.

Dissociating was my best chance, for I quickly reached her apartment complex, and after a quick scan of the area, I grabbed Dana and took her upstairs. It was my bad luck that had me coming face to face with Dana’s neighbor.

‘Mrs. Bardot! What a pleasure!’ I greeted her with a whisper.

She naturally seemed alarmed at the sight. An unconscious girl being carried by a man.

‘What have you done to her?’ she took big strides to where I stood.

I shook my head reassuringly. ‘Fret no, Mrs. Bardot, she’s asleep. We accidentally had too much to drink earlier on and she’s a bit of a lightweight,’ I lied.

Mrs. Bardot looked unconvinced, and I knew what I had to do. ‘My little sleeping beauty,’ I added, pressing a kiss on her temple. It came out with a lot more emotion than I originally intended, but the weirdest part was that I didn’t feel like I was lying. Not this time.

Dana didn’t stir, and although that preoccupied me, I didn’t let Mrs. Bardot see that. She quickly smiled at the gesture and offered to help me open the door.

‘You two make such a lovely couple. Take care of her, Billy, she deserves it,’ she said as I walked into the apartment. She glared at me for a second before bidding me a good night, and closed the door, effectively leaving Dana and me back in the silence of her apartment.

With a final sigh, I walked to Dana’s room and placed her on the bed. I even took a second to look at her, finding myself wishing the circumstances were different. I fought the strong impulse of tucking her hair behind her ear but reached her nevertheless to take the earpiece off.

My fingers still trembled slightly when I reached for my phone, quickly pressing the ‘call’ button.

‘Karen? I need your help.’

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The silence on the car ride home was unsettling. Neither dared to speak the first word out of fear of further escalating the argument . Of all the things they could possibly disagree on this was by far the last thing she expected. She huffs out a breath as she stares out the window reminiscing on the last year of their relationship and where she could have missed the signs.

Thinking back to the conversation earlier that started all of this, she can’t help but feel a sense of dread at where their relationship might be headed.

They had just had a late dinner with Frank and Karen. With the perfect mood lighting and the intimacy of the booth they shared, the happy couple had just announced they were expecting and the four of them were riding that excitement high. In no uncertain terms she and Billy were first in line for the title of godparents.

“Oh goodness this is so exciting, so many baby preparations to make!” Karen beamed at them all. You couldn’t be happier for the pair. When you first met Billy he shared his worries for Frank, that he might never allow himself a chance at happiness again after losing Maria and the kids. This news made them proud of all the growth Frank had experienced with Karen’s unconditional support. Everything was going well until Frank led the conversation somewhere she was afraid they wouldn’t recover from.

“You know it would be nice for this little Castle to have a bud to grow up with him,” a tell-tale smirk on his face “What about you two, when’s a mini Russo coming along?”

Both her and Billy couldn’t help but steal a knowing glance at each other.

“Soon-”

“Never-”

She damn near gave herself whiplash when she turned to look at him, and Billy wore the same perplexed look. Frank and Karen could only stare mouths slightly ajar, noting the tension rapidly thickening until Billy finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean by never?” He was a bit offended at how appalled she seemed to be at the idea of having kids with him. Meanwhile her mind was running a mile a minute trying to figure out the best way to navigate this conversation, in public…in front of their closest friends.

��I just never thought about that being an option for us.” She slowly brings her hands closer to her fidgeting with the cloth napkin beside her plate.

“Not an option? I’ve told you you’re it for me, how do you get ‘not an option’ from that?”

“Maybe this isn’t a conversation we should be having right now Bill.” The finality in her tone only frustrates him more and he can't stop himself from egging it on.

“So you want kids just not with me?” A wounded expression surfaces on his face.

“What? No, that's not what I said!”

“Bill, don’t push it, I’m sorry I asked-” Frank and Karen are slowly growing more concerned.

“It’s fine Frankie, how would I have known otherwise that my girlfriend doesn’t see me as parental material.”

She knew he was hurt and that he wasn’t thinking before speaking but his words stung no less.

“You know that’s not true, you're putting words in my mouth.” This was not how she wanted to end their night, “Can we please just talk about this at home.” She pleaded with him.

The rest of their dinner fell into an uncomfortable silence. Frank and Karen kept exchanging worried glances while you and Billy avoided looking at each other. Thankfully they were in the middle of dessert so there wasn’t much after paying the bill and bidding goodnight to the other couple.

Now here they found themselves, in a tension so thick it was suffocating. She had no idea how she was going to make him see her decision had nothing to do with him and everything to do with her.

Walking into their home she falls into step behind him tossing her stuff at the entryway table. She hears him ruffling through the kitchen so she makes her way toward it with very careful steps. She was afraid of what this conversation would mean for them. His back is to her as he stands stoically just staring at the open beer right in front of him. She could use some liquid courage herself.

“Are we going to talk about this?” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

“What is there left to say?”

“I’d like to think there’s a lot left to say.” She can’t help but quip back.

“You’ve made your feelings about a family with me pretty clear.”

“Have I or are you just projecting and trying to make me the villain?”

Now she was getting mad. It was one thing to be hurt, it was another to insinuate she thought so lowly of him. After the time they’d spent together she’d hoped he knew her better than that.

“You haven’t even let me explain a thing.”

He finally spins around to face her.

“You said you didn’t see that being an option for us. For us.” His scoff is harsh. “That implies you don’t see a family with me.”

“Well what else was I supposed to think Billy, you’ve never talked about wanting children and the way you respond to anything regarding your childhood never leads me to believe it’s something you’re interested in.”

“Wouldn’t you think that because of the way I was raised I’d want a chance to prove I could do better?”

“How could I, you’ve never initiated any conversation about parenthood! Why should it fall on me to do so?”

“So you just assumed I wouldn’t want to be a father from that?”

An incredulous laugh slips out of her. Logically, what else was one supposed to assume from that?

“Well have you ever considered that maybe I’m the one that doesn’t want to be a mother?”

She hadn’t vocalized this to many people and even the few she’d never admitted it with such finality. That one sentence stunned them both. Finding a life partner is hard enough but finding someone who shares the same feelings regarding parenthood is even harder. She thought it had finally all worked out with Billy. He knew the true ugliness of the world and she was sure he shared her opinion on the matter. The world they lived in was no place for a new life, not one who may or may not even have a livable planet or the most despicable people leading it.

Her confession hangs heavy between them and she finally sees the harshness in his expression soften.

“Were you ever gonna talk to me ‘bout this?”

“I’ve never known how to bring it up.” She sighs, “It’s not exactly an easy or ideal topic of conversation.”

“I get that but c'mon, we’re supposed to be a partnership here.” He can’t keep the frustration out of his tone. “We’re supposed to be able to tell each other anything.”

“I just-” she starts “My whole life that’s the one thing everyone has just always expected of me as a woman.”

As she crosses her arms Billy can’t help but notice her shrink further into herself backed into the counter as far from him as she can be. He could physically see the weight such an admission held.

“There have been so many instances where I’ve confided my feelings to people and all I get is ‘You can always change your mind’ or ‘That’s such a big decision to make so young’, like at what point in my life is it acceptable to make this decision?” Her own frustration grows.

“When it’s made for me? When it’s too late but then everybody assumes I have this massive regret? There’s just no winning and quite frankly I’m so over the emotional toll these conversations take and the unnecessary guilt for not adhering to some archaic gender expectation.”

She had been called every possible thing whenever she told people she wasn’t sure about kids. People called her ungrateful for having the ability when so many women wish they could. Others would say it was selfish to choose herself and her body. She knew Billy would never, but after being on the receiving end of these comments from people she thought she could confide in, some small part in her brain was always on guard.

He can see all her emotional walls going up at the possibility of him rejecting her for this, which is a laughable thought to him. There were very few things she could do that would drive him to do something like that. This was most definitely not one of those things.

A highlight of having spent such a long time together was knowing when her distress called for a certain response from him. Clearly this was a moment that required comfort and despite his feelings about her omission, there was no way he would ever deny her what she needed. So with very careful steps Billy approaches, gently wrapping his arms around her.

Letting herself fall into the embrace was too easy but she wasn’t going to beat herself up for caving so quickly, not when 30 minutes ago she was dreading the direction this relationship was heading in.

“I won’t say I’m not upset you kept this from me.” He sighs, “But I get it.”

He really did understand, he knew about her insecurities regarding her relationship with family and feeling like an outcast for not following the same paths as them. He would never imagine throwing them in her face.

“I’m sorry for assuming, there’s no way you could’ve known without me sharing and considering I do see us spending our lives together I should’ve communicated that from the beginning.” Neither of them could understand how they’d gone so long without this topic of conversation even coming up.

“No, I’m sorry for blowing up.” Guilt creeps into his voice. “You were right I was projecting and the last thing I want you to feel like is a villain when it comes to decisions that affect you as a whole.”

A new guilty feeling begins to settle in her.

“I don’t want you to have to choose between your desire for a family and me.” As much as it pained her she could never take that opportunity away from him and she loved him too much to do so. She was sure of her choice and in the same way she wouldn’t let anybody take it from her; she wasn’t going to take it from him.

This prompts a whole new fear in him.

“Now hold on, before you go making any self sacrificing rash move I need you to listen closely.” He cradles her face close to his in hopes she fully grasps what he’s about to say.

Before he can get a word in she cuts him off.

“Billy, don't make this decision because of me, please really think about what you’re going to say because I can’t bear you hating me in the future.”

“Would you just listen to me?” He huffs.

“Sorry.” She averts her eyes.

“Look at me.” He waits for her to bring her gaze back to his. “If it comes down to having to choose to spend my life with you versus anything else, I will always choose you .” The certainty in his voice sends a chill down her spine and her subtle shiver makes him smile. She presses her body closer to his which queues a shiver of his own.

It was like a movie montage of their entire relationship played back in her mind. Meeting for the first time at the coffee shop down the street from her old apartment, gushing to Karen about the craziness of having a meet-cute, Billy charming the hell out of her on their first date that it felt too good to be true. Maybe in the back of her brain she was always just waiting for the other shoe to drop and of course Billy being an absolute dream was reassuring her in all the right ways.

They stand there in silence simply holding each other for several minutes. Finally, he breaks the silence.

“I need to know you understand what I mean when I say that.” He caresses her face.

She leans into the touch basking in all the love he so freely gave her. Billy never failed to make her feel like the center of his universe, and she appreciated it so much. To be loved so openly and unconditionally felt so good. To have someone understand her so wholly and be so secure in what she has with someone.

“I do…I think”

“No, none of that think shit, I need to hear you say you understand.” His demand is subsided by the soft sway of his thumb against her cheek and she can’t help the light giggle that spills out.

“Yes Billy, I understand.”

He sighs in contentment leaning down to kiss her, equal parts passionate and languid trying to convey as much of his love as he could into it. Whenever he kissed her like that she felt ready and willing to give him anything he asked, too hypnotized by the buzz running through her body to refuse him. She can’t help throwing her arms around him, pressing herself as close as physically possible.

Pulling away he pushes a strand that loosened back behind her ear. Her eyes remain closed and she pushes her body upwards chasing his lips not wanting a single inch of space between them.

“Slow down baby,” he laughs. “Look at me.”

She was already dizzy on his love and the dominant tone in his demand makes her gasp softly sending an electric current down her body. Looking up at him with a mix of adoration and ready compliance in her eyes has him groaning and leaning down to kiss her again, only rougher and all consuming this time. Her arms wrap around his neck while his hands roam up and down her body. Their desperation for each other grows by the second and her need has her pulling him to the bedroom not separating for even an intake of breath.

If Billy wasn’t too distracted with wanting to rip every article of clothing off her he’d laugh at her attempts and urgency to drag his body all the way to bed. Of course he humors her and would never admit to letting himself be tugged along so easily. He only pauses to avoid crushing her when she pulls him onto the mattress. He takes this moment to let his eyes run over her, a blush fills her cheeks at this attention.

“I love you baby, you know that right?”

Her hand comes up to cup the side of his face and he turns to press a kiss to her palm.

“I love you too Billy.” A happy sigh spills out of her, “So damn much.”

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lexxierave · 2 months

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Au Revoir to My Heart - Billy Russo Part 8

[Part 1] [Part 7]

The reunion between Billy and you was some of the best and aggressive sex the two of you had ever shared and you loved every minute of it.

It seemed like Billy couldn’t get enough of you either. Everytime you attempted to leave the bed his grip on you would tighten and he’d pull you closer, snuggling his nose into your clavicle.

“Billy, we have to leave the bed eventually.” You giggled, running your fingers through his hair.

It was the day before Billy went back overseas for another tour, the two of you decided to just spend the day together.

After a few morning romps in the sheets, you two laid sweaty and intertwined together when Billy asked you if there was anywhere special you wanted to go.

You turned into his hold more, stealing a kiss before answering, “Just one place.”

Billy was expecting you to say something like a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant, like other women would have. Or somewhere that they could show him off at.

You had told him you wouldn’t need the car for this trip, that where you wanted to go was only a few blocks away and that you had found it when you had an urge to walk around the city on a day of discovery.

This piqued his interest and soon you were leading him through the crowded streets of New York, until you stopped in front of a small shop, almost hidden by the two big stores on either side of it.

He should have known by now you weren’t anything like the women of his past, so he shouldn’t have been too surprised when he found himself outside of a small bookstore.

But the look on his face was filled with both joy and surprise.

He followed behind your glowing frame, the sight of which made him pause. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to always see you glow like this, to be the reason you were this happy doing something as small as going to a bookshop.

To do the most mundane thing with you but still be able to make you this happy.

He made a silent promise to himself to make this his life’s new goal.

He gathered his thoughts smiling to himself as he followed after you. He couldn't believe you were still with him after two years, part of him still felt like it was a fluke he landed someone as amazing as you, but a fluke he was extremely happy with; one he would do anything to keep.

He stood in the doorway taking in the small shop. In front of him was a small coffee shop but to his right, through an opening in the wall was the bookstore.

It smelled of ink and old papers and was piled high with books as far as one could see.

You were already inside looking around when Billy stepped through, he could tell by the look on your face you were looking for something very particular, you smiled at him from across the shop before disappearing behind a bookshelf. He figured he'd leave you to it while he did some looking of his own. Maybe he could find something to keep him occupied between missions.

You left Billy with just a smile, as you continued the hunt for a very old but special book. It was one of your absolute favorites and sadly your copy had been burnt up in the explosion at your ex's house. You knew the tale by heart and it was something dear to you that you wanted to share with Billy. It was a story that fascinated you and gave you a look into society and how it tends to view people and how it can corrupt beautiful things.

When you didn't find it on the ground floor you went upstairs your hand trailing the shelves as you went hoping to find what you were looking for or at least something that caught your eye.

You ended up finding a couple of books that piqued your interest before finally found what you were looking for. A huge smile spread across your face as you picked of the treasure, You made your way back downstairs before heading right to the register, you didn’t want Billy to see his surprise just yet.

After you paid and had your stuff placed in a bag, you went to find Billy, you ended up finding him looking through some books, not too far from where you left him.

“Hey.” You greeted him as you wrapped your arms around his midsection from behind.

You had learned over the years to give him some sort of verbal que that it was you but you also knew your sniper was always alert of his surroundings. He had spotted you as soon as you had turned the corner.

“You were gone for over an hour,” He teased as he turned in your hold, “I almost thought I’d have to send out a search party.” He wrapped his arms around you as he gave your forehead a kiss.

“Well, I was trying to find something special for you to take with you but if you want to be like that I’ll keep it for myself.” You sassed trying to pull away from his hold.

“Wait.” He stepped back, holding you at arm's length, “You mean the whole reason for me bringing you here was so you could get me something?” He questioned in disbelief.

He had thought you had wanted to come here to add to your own small growing collection of books that you had in the apartment.

“Of course, it saves me on postage this way. Besides, I wanted to give you something that makes you think of me every time you read it.” You jested giving his lips a quick, loving kiss..

His hands found your face and held you in place while he quickly deepened the kiss. He wanted you to feel the love you created for him, to feel the want that he craved his whole life before you.

“Ahem.” Came a shrill voice that pulled you two away from each other. You turned to see an older woman giving the two of you a death glare, you gave a sickeningly sweet smile to the woman, and Billy chuckled before whispering in your ear, “Let’s me properly thank you at home.”

The two of you turned to leave but not before Billy grabbed your ass and gave the old bitty a shit-eating grin and a wink. No one was ever going to make him feel bad for showing the world how much he cared for you.

Part 9

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Billy Mine - Act 2.8

The New York sky was dark and grey as we left the Precinct this morning. I had agreed to let Bill stay the night so he was there to drive me in. I was expecting morgue pics but they were mug shots. They already had my statement on file along with witnesses. They didn't detain me. Bill was right. He had everything taken care of for me. Upon leaving the station, I felt sick and relieved all at the same time, but with Billy's strong hand wrapped around mine, I at least felt safe.

The day hadn't cleared up, as I sat in my office, staring at the wet streets below. Bill dropped me off at work & made me promise to stay put until my security came to get me. A knock on my door frame jolts me out of my daydreaming, "Billy," my heartbeat immediately kicks up a notch.

"I thought I'd come & get you myself," walking over to my desk. "You ready?"

"Um...sure." I hurry to gather my things. "Sorry, I didn't expect it to be you."

He leans a hip against my desk, "Disappointed?"

I stopped and looked at him. Is he serious? "Absolutely not." I'm rewarded with one of his smiles. "I'm ready."

Bill quickly escorts me down to the car. His driver waiting to whisk us away. "I spoke to your dad today."

I whip my head towards him, "My dad?"

"He's still my client, Bunny." My heart warms with his endearment. "I had to update him after I took you to work."

"I talked to my mom, too. I told her you came to the station with me & everything was fine. Um, they're returning to the city for a fundraiser this weekend. I'm attending." Billy nods & I hold my breath, "Will you go with me?" Billy doesn't answer right away & I let out my breath, "It's ok. I just..."

"Hey, you know there's nothing more I'd want to do..."

"No, it's fine."

Billy shakes his head, "Bun, if you want me there, I'm there."

"No, tell me what's wrong."

Smiles, "I think we've established that you are more than just a job to me. But, I'm still technically employed by your father & he's a sitting US Senator."

"And your Billy Fucking Russo!" Bill laughs & this time I take his hand to kiss. "I get it. I understand."

"We spoke about that already, too. Since you were going to be with your family, Secret Service will take over your security for the evening. You'll be safe." I rest my head on his shoulder & I feel him drop a kiss on it.

*****

Rain starts to come down as soon as Billy dropped me off at home. I lean my forehead against the cold glass, my breath fogging up the window as I look out onto the Village. I wanted to ask him to stay, but I didn't. If he's concerned about my Dad, there's only one person who'd be able to sway him.

"Darling, twice in one day. Is everything ok?"

"I need help, Mom."

Gone is the light-hearted tone, "Jules? What's wrong?"

"No, I'm sorry! I'm fine. It's not that serious." I take a deep breath & jump in. "I want Bill to come to dad's fundraiser with me this weekend...as my date."

"Juliet."

"I know what you're going to say, but I can't help it. I thought it wouldn't be a problem. It's been 20yrs, but I still feel connected to him."

"He's a cute boy, who grew into a handsome man."

"It's more than that. If all I wanted was a handsome man, they are a dime a dozen. I could easily get one. This is Billy. My Billy." I get up to pace my living room, "Billy was my family before you & dad adopted me. There's a reason we've been brought back into each other's lives again. Mom, I've loved him since I was 3yrs old. I still do. I can't explain it, but I don't want Dad to be mad & hold it against him."

"Did he put you up to this?"

"No! He would NEVER. Which is why I'm talking to you. You remember how I was at Ray of Hope. You remember how much Bill meant to me."

"It was a child's crush." She doesn't understand. I wipe away tears that were falling down my cheeks. "What has Bill said about this?"

"He's ever the professional. I want to ask him to be my date this weekend. And he'll tell me no, unless I can convince him otherwise. He has a successful business & reputation..."

"I'm aware of his reputation. Are you?"

"Him & I have the same reputation. You're always asking about any boyfriends. None kept my interest. You wonder why none of my relationships lasted very long? None of them were Billy. Billy is still the only one I want." There's silence on the phone, from both ends. "Mom, Dad & the Secret Service vetted ANVIL when they were looking for private security detail for me. Dad chose him. Billy is the best. That foster kid who had nothing & no one turned into a good man. Hardworking. Dedicated. Successful.

Sighing, "I'll talk to your father."

"Thanks, Mom."

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Untouchable (Billy Russo)

A/N: My first attempt at a soft angsty Billy Russo fic. Plus I'm a sucker for angst and unrequited love.... so I just couldn't help myself with this. Hope you enjoy lovelies.

I also have enough already written for a part 2 if anyone is interested!

Words: Far too many.... I'm far to wordy for my own good.

Pairing: Billy Russo X OFC

Warning: Angsty feelings, Billy being soft and adorable when he isn't being obtuse

She wasn't sure when her feelings had slowly turned from platonic friendship to harboring feelings towards one of her best friends. There was a part of her that wished she remembered exactly when the change happened, when the shift in her mindset had taken hold of her conscious thoughts. Maybe then she could figure out what Billy had done the day that sealed her fate.

Was it that time in sixth grade when she had tripped down the stairs at school and he had been the only one to stop and make sure she was ok. Helping her collect the binders and papers that flew everywhere in the chaos. Or had it been when he started leaving gentle touches on her skin in passing. A brush of his hand against her wrist, his fingers pushing her hair away from her face when they lounged on the couch together when he returned home on leave. Perhaps she had been fooling herself this whole time and Billy always held her heart in his hand in some sort of way.

Billy Russo was quite the character, much different then he was as an awkward teenager when the two of them first met. Now he was the charming, painfully attractive, CEO of Anvil and had just that air of danger surrounding him that had women flocking to his side in droves. He could have any woman he wanted, and he did on many occasions. All he had to do was flash that devilishly handsome smile and they were all like putty in his hands.

Which is what he was currently doing now, flashing that brilliant smile of his as he wandered around the party. A gaggle of women trailing behind him, hanging on every last word that came out of his damn mouth. She would never be on par with any of those girls, and she definitely wasn't about to try either. Mattie knew her place in the hierarchy of attractiveness, and it was somewhere teetering on the verge of plain Jane and homely. Depending on the day and the lightning she swayed in one direction or the other.

"You're doing that thing again." A voice from beside her broke her free from the self deprecating thoughts she found herself drowned in. Tilting her head she noticed Curtis sitting beside her, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

"What thing?" She asked before grabbing her glass of champagne and downing what little was left. It was terrible, certainly not the high priced liquor the people attending this type of event expected. But Mattie never turned down free booze.

"Torturing yourself." He reached out and took the glass from her and set it down next to himself. Fingers drumming at the base of the intricately blown champagne flute. "You could, I don't know, tell him how you feel?"

Curtis was good, too good at reading people. His years as a counselor made it incredibly hard to get anything by him. His eyes were always watching, taking in people's moods and body language. It was quite the party trick if it wasn't pointed directly at yourself.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Curtis." Mattie smirked, playing stupid with his pointed accusation. Much like she always did when he brought the topic up.

Quirking a brow up in utter disbelief, Curtis tilted his head in the direction he had watched Billy wander off too. A herd of money hungry women were more than likely following closely behind the exceptionally dressed man. Afterall the news headlines before this event were wild with the notion Billy was the most eligible bachelor in the city now.

"Look Ms Masochist, I was just stating an obvious end to,” leaning over towards her, Curtis used his knuckles to rap on her thick skull gently, "whatever you have going on in that head of yours."

"You mean daydreaming?" She huffed dramatically, as she pulled his hand away from her head and placed it down on top of the table. Her fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly before letting go. "I appreciate the concern Curtis, I really do, bu-"

"But?" He added in before she could finish her sentence. His eyes panning her face with a quizzical gaze, taking in the subtle shift of her lips and the quiet sadness radiating from behind her own eyes. "Billy really cares about you, Mattie. Kid will not shut up about what you two get up to when he stops by the meetings. Even got some of the other guys invested in your little adventures. You really think he'd not give you a chance?"

"Give who a chance?"

Mattie internally cringed when she heard Billy's all too familiar voice, her eyes only drifting in the direction after a few moments of staring Curtis down. A silent threat looming behind her eyes that told him if he opened his big mouth she was about to be charged with murder and she didn't particularly care.

"The weird champagne." Mattie attempted to recover, picking up the bottle the cocktail waitress had left behind earlier. "Curtis says it tastes like static." Holding it out to him, she gave the bottle a jiggle hoping he'd take it from her. "Didn't you, Curtis?" Using her leg that was hidden under the table she kicked his foot, trying to get him to play along.

"Yep, static." He agreed, noting it was easier to play along then have Mattie angry with him. The girl could hold a grudge worse than Frank, so that was saying something.

Mattie watched as Billy furrowed his brows in confusion, taking the bottle apprehensively from her grasp, clearly not expecting the conversation she had just forced with Curtis. But she decided not to push her luck and quickly rose from the table. "Now that you're here, and not being hunted for sport by those women, I just want to say congrats on the award." Grabbing her small canvas bag from the edge of the chair, before pushing her seat back underneath the table.

"It's truly amazing they even let you over here, Russo." Curtis stated from behind her.

Mattie sighed softly, knowing exactly what Curtis was referring to. Whether it was a party or all of them casually at the bar, they were always on some form of borrowed time. Before some skinny little number came walking up in her barely there outfit, inserting herself in whatever conversation that was going on to get Billy's undivided attention. It got so bad, Frank started ignoring anyone who walked up to the table, including the waitresses. He put all his drink orders through Karen, the saint of a woman she is.

"I told them I'd be back." Billy shrugged nonchalantly, looking over his shoulder with a smug grin tugging at his lips. Mattie followed his line of sight, seeing the trove of women clustered together, waiting on bated breath for him to make his way back towards them.

"Well I'm headed out then." Mattie took this opportunity to reach up and hug Billy goodbye. It must have caught him slightly off guard because his hand instinctively wrapped around her waist, keeping her securely in place. "I have work tomorrow, and I really need to get out of this get up. Its fucking uncomfortable." She gestured to the too tight black dress she had underneath one of her studded leather jackets. She had tried to leave the house in her usual jeans and sweatshirt, but Karen had stopped her dead in her tracks. Showing up at her door unannounced, knowing Mattie would try to get away with the bare minimum for this event.

Before Mattie even opened the door Karen barged in, turned her right back around and forced her into an outfit Mattie detested for the most part. Even the shoes, a pair of black leather booties she had bought years ago and never wore, were cutting off the circulation to her feet.

"Didn't you just get here?" He drew his attention back to Mattie, arm still wrapped around her waist almost possessively. Billy's obsidian eyes locking with her own, the blackness of them always drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

"Yes she did, our anti-socialite here is trying to get out before all those boring acceptance speeches." Cutis' voice pulled Mattie out of her slight daze. Allowing her to slip from Billy's grip and take a few steps back.

"I don't belong here, you know that. Billy asked if I'd come and I did, my end of the bargain was held up." Mattie chuckled softly, remembering those few weeks back when Billy practically begged her to attend the party for a bit. She agreed only if she was allowed to sneak out when things got too much for her to handle. Crowds were never really her thing, especially crowds of people who she didn't know.

"I'll walk you to your car then." Billy shoved his hands in the pockets of his perfectly tailored slacks, shuffling his Louis Vuitton shoe against the marble floor.

Raising her brow in question, Mattie looked at Billy like he had grown three heads. She searched his face for a moment, trying her best to read his dark eyes, wondering what had gotten into him tonight suddenly. He never willingly walked away from his strategic game of cat and mouse he played when he was in the mood for some pussy. Perhaps he had already secured his evening's closing act, and didn't feel the need to prowl like a hungry cat anymore.

"If you insist." She shrugged her shoulders, before looking over and waving her goodbye to Curtis. She would have to ask him at the next meeting how the rest of the party went. Get all the juicy gossip about which guest got the drunkest and made an absolute fool of themselves.

The two of them secretly already took bets on the woman with the cherry red lipstick and dressed in the all white evening gown. She had been stumbling around, laughing at her own reflection in several of the mirrors the venue had when Curtis and her had rode up in the elevator before this shindig even started. The look the two of them gave one another was of shared amusement and Mattie knew Curtis would keep a tab on the alabaster woman.

"So what were you and Curtis really talking about?" Billy casually asked, pulling Mattie from her thoughts.

"Champagne." She didn't miss a beat, knowing he was prying for the truth. Billy was too smart for his own good, but Mattie knew when he was fishing for answers. One of the perks of being friends for so long, his tells were more obvious to her.

"You and I both know that isn't true. So would you like to try that again?" Just as easily as she read him, Billy could read her. Picking up on the small tells she gave off when she lied.

Huffing an amused laugh, Mattie thought about how she'd rather have teeth pulled from her skull then tell him any of that conversation. She wasn't about to risk a life long friendship over some stupid crush she continued to harbor, despite her trying so very hard to get over it.

Billy Russo didn't play the relationship game well, pulling away from any and everyone who wanted more than a fuck buddies status. She was actually surprised she managed to stay in his life so long with his fear of commitment, but then again she had been there from the beginning. And Billy never looked at her with the thought of a relationship, she probably wasn't even fuckable in his eyes. Which classified her in with his family, his brothers, like Frank and Curtis.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you I'm afraid." She joked, diverting his attention away from the current direction the conversation was headed.

Smirking devilishly, Billy shook his head at her antics. "Fine, but I'll figure it out. I have my ways."

"Karen doesn't count, you know." Using her elbow, Mattie nudged him in his side gently. Wiggling her brows at him, knowing full well he was gonna run to Karen for answers. "Plus she has nothing to do with this." It was true, Karen wasn't privy yet to Matties feelings towards Billy. But the woman was hot on the trail, her journalism background making it all too easy to put pieces together.

"If you say so." He shrugged his shoulders, before motioning for her to follow him across the dance floor.

Their playful bickering quickly died down as they continued to walk. She felt his hand hover behind the small of her back, as he led her through the crowd of people mingling about. He gave a few obligatory waves, to what she assumed were high end clients of his as they made their way towards the elevators. All the while Mattie tried to ignore the pointed stares from a group of gorgeously dressed women who they passed by. Their eyes burning a hole into the back of her head, one large enough that Mattie subconsciously shrank in on herself. Pulling the edges of her leather jacket closed in a lame attempt to shield herself from their judgmental gaze.

Mattie was used to this happening, it came with the territory of being Billy's friend sometimes. Except she never got accustomed to the looks of pure hatred or disgust when their eyes panned from Billy to her. It bothered her more than it should have, but she'd never admit that to anyone. Especially not to Billy.

Mattie didn't realize she'd been staring blankly at the lit up elevator button before she heard Billy speak again. So engrossed in her thoughts, oblivious to the world around her, that she barely remembered how they came to be standing at the elevator doors. "You look pretty tonight." He reached up from beside her and tugged on the few loose strands of hair that fell from behind her ear. Trying to draw her attention up to him. "Who knew Mattie could clean up so well." He chuckled playfully.

"Yeah, who knew." She sighed, shifting her bag onto her shoulders. Tightening the straps as she looked up and watched their distorted reflections slowly disappear as the elevator doors opened.

"Billy, there you are! I have been wandering all over this place looking for you." Mattie tipped her head towards the femaine voice that shouted out from behind them. Her eyes instantly landing on a dark haired woman in a figure flattering, red strapless dress, with heels that would certainly kill Matties ankles if she ever tried them on.

The woman instinctually snaked her arm around his waist, inserting herself between the two of them. Staking her claim, on a man who probably wouldn't even call her back in the morning. Billy was ever the player, and very few of his hookups evolved past the first night, the commitment phobe he was. The lady was delusional if she thought she could change him, be the female in Billy's life that would finally tame the man enough to settle him down.

Mattie cautiously watched as she smiled sweetly up at Billy, batting her fake eyelashes, as if it would bring him to his knees before her. Then swiftly turned to give Mattie a scrutinizing once over. Her pretentious nose held up and a possessiveness darkened her eyes the longer she stared.

"I told you, just like everyone else, that I'd be back." Even from here Mattie heard the annoyance laced in Billy's words. Though it appeared that fact was completely lost on the woman.

"She must not have gotten the memo then either." The snark in the woman's voice was enough for Mattie to want to roll her eyes so hard she wouldn't be able to see straight for weeks. But she held it together, knowing Billy's award party was not the place to act so immaturely, no matter how much she desperately wanted to.

After all, his clients and potential clients lined the room. People that had more money and power then Mattie would ever have, even if she managed to sell her soul to the devil for those two things exclusively. Last thing she wanted was to be blamed for a deal gone bad because she made a dramatic show when she should have just sucked it up and let the woman's condescending words run off her back.

"I was walking Mattie out, now if you'll excuse us." He made an attempt to push her away, but the woman clung on for dear life instead. Wrapping her arms tighter around his waist in protest.

"So this is Mattie, huh?" The fake smile that pulled slowly across the woman's face could have won her a well deserved Oscar. "Billy here," she lifted her free hand and gently patted his chest playfully, "just cannot stop talking about what the two of you get up to. He almost had me believing you were one of his buddies from the Marines."

"Nope, just an old friend." Mattie calmly stated, keeping her words curt.

"I was worried there for a split second, but Billy doesn't quite appear to be your type. Now does he?" It was the smugness that punched Mattie in the gut, knocking the air out of her lungs. Chest tightening as her anxiety once again spiked higher than any building new york had to offer.

At this point Mattie knew where this was headed, some backhanded compliments and a few fake words of endearment, that frankly she wasn't in the mood for tonight. However, her escape route of the elevator was no longer accessible. The doors had shut since so much time had passed.

Not taking her eyes away from them, Mattie hit the call button a bit overzealously, the smack of her skin against the metal button loud enough it caught the attention of a few people nearby. "Never thought about it. Like I said, he's just a good friend." Mattie nervously tapped the toe of her boot against the marble floor, desperately wanting the elevator doors to open up and save her from whatever was happening.

"I'm sure you think that." The woman chuckled.

Mattie slammed her hand on the call button once more. Wanting to get out of there and away from the woman. It had been awhile since one of his floozys grew a pair and came after her for being so close to Billy. Laying the seeds of doubts in Matties head, not that she needs much to push her over the edge in that direction of thought. It however was new that someone did it in front of him, so openly and blatant. They were usually much more passive aggressive, cornering her in a bathroom or just giving her the stare down from across the room.

Mattie didn't give Billy a chance to respond, or worse take the side of the woman, the ding of the elevator doors instantly had her stepping inside. Running away from problems was her forte afterall. "Have a great night, Billy, and congrats on the award again." Mattie gave an awkward little wave before slamming the close door button.

"Christ, Matt..." She watched as Billy pulled the woman's arms off him, and rushed towards the elevator doors. "Wait, will you…"

Thankfully they closed before he could stop them. Instead she watched Billy's figure disappear behind the reflective metal, before taking a step back to lean against the handrail and heaved a heavy sigh. Her hand coming up and running down her face in exasperation. It was no wonder why Frank ignored these women, they were all insufferable.

*******

It didn't take her long to make her way to the parking garage, weaving her way up the ramps until she got to the floor she parked on. In truth she was in no rush to get home, remembering the long trek up the twelve flights of stairs to her apartment she more than likely had.

There was a newly wed couple a few floors below her that enjoyed hitting the emergency stop while they got all hot and heavy inside. First of all, it gave her the absolute creeps and she refused to touch anything with her bare hands when she stepped inside the damn elevator anymore. Secondly, it would not surprise her one bit if she walked into her complex and the elevator was off at this time of night.

Maybe she would swing by Karen's and crash the night on the couch. She always had a stash of clothes in her closet and Karen had never turned her away before. Not to mention Frank was more than likely still up at this hour, which would mean someone would hear her if she knocked on the door.

Deciding that was the best course of action, Mattie reached around and shifted her bag onto her side. Allowing her to dig through the worthless contents until her fingers grazed her phone that had sank to the bottom.

"I was starting to think I was at the wrong car?"

With the night so quiet and the concrete garage muffling the noises from the city, the voice that called out made her jump slightly. Causing her to fumble with her phone, dropping it to the ground after a few failed attempts to catch it.

For a brief moment Mattie was all but certain she was going to be murdered and end up on one of those true crime shows she had become addicted to. Girl alone in a parking garage, late at night, no one around to hear her? However, when she looked up she saw Billy leaning against the side of her Jeep. Arms crossed over his chest as he stared at her, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

"Well I thought I was gonna be murdered, so I guess we were both wrong." She sighed to herself as she leaned over and picked up her phone. Giving it a quick once over, noticing the corner of her screen now had a huge crack in it. "What are you doing out here anyways? Don't you have a party… I mean women to woo?" Standing up, she shoved her phone back into her bag.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Billy pushed off the side of her car. "Why? Someone jealous?"

And there he was, the Billy she never really cared for. The one shot of tequila to many, overtly arrogant, smug son of a bitch that made her want to recoil. He didn’t rear his ugly head too often in her presence but on the occasions he did, Mattie hated it. And she really hated that it happened tonight. Especially since he had been so good twenty minutes earlier.

"If you just followed me down here to harass me, Billy, I'm not in the mood." Running a tired hand through her hair, Mattie gave him a pleading glance. Hoping he would see and have some mercy on her.

She watched as his eyes flickered around, taking in the surroundings before finally settling on her face. To which he lifted his hands in surrender. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I understand you get caught in the crossfire more than I care for when it comes to the women following after me. Just want to make sure you didn't take anything she said seriously, Mattie."

"Comes with the territory, I'm used to it by now." Mattie shrugged her shoulders, pushing off his concerns like she so often did. Wondering why Billy was even down here telling her all this. What was so different about tonight, that he felt the need to follow after her? To, in a roundabout way, apologize for some floozies actions? That certainly wasn't the Billy Russo she knew.

"You shouldn't have to be used to it though," he took a step towards her, his dark eyes honing in on her own. "Frank always called me stupid, and I never realized why until tonight." Billy sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Pushing the stray strands that had fallen in front of his face back in place.

"Frank's a little instigator, he likes pushing your buttons." Subconsciously Mattie took a half step back, keeping some distance between them. "He likes pushing everyone's buttons for that matter." Frank was not particular about who he bothered, whether it was Curtis or Karen. If he saw something you were ignoring or trying to hide he'd call you out on your shit, which caused many an argument.

Shaking his head, Billy glanced at the ground as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his perfectly tailored trousers. "No, Matt." He peeked up at her, a flash of nervousness appearing behind his eyes for a fleeting moment. It happened so quickly she wasn't sure if her mind made it up. Billy Russo and nerves weren't exactly synonymous with each other. "How often do things like that happen when I'm not around?" He cautiously asked, seemingly hesitant to know the truth.

His question took her slightly aback, letting out a sad chuckle as her mind started to mentally tally up the incidents. However, like always, she tried to divert the conversation onto another topic, avoiding answering him. "How much have you had to drink tonight?" She asked, her chest tightening with each word she spoke. A flaming heat starting at her feet and creeping up her body as anxiety consumed her entire being.

"What? Mattie, I've only had three glasses of champagne. I promise you I'm not drunk, if that's what you're implying." Taking another step towards her, Billy reached out trying to take hold of her arm. But Mattie side stepped him, reaching in her bag for her keys instead.

"This just seems out of character for you, is all." She admitted, looking Billy over with a scrutinizing gaze. Wondering if she would be able to read his body language enough to steer this conversation in another direction.

"Me caring about you is out of character? Mattie, I'd do anything for you. You know that, right?"

"Well you don't have too. I can take care of myself." Running her free hand through her hair once again, she let out a heavy sigh. "Why don't you just go back to your party, Billy? I need to get to Karen's so I can get some decent sleep before I start work in," she clicked the home button on her phone, lighting up the screen to read the time. Noticing it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning, far later then she realized. "5 hours."

"Karen's? What's wrong with your place?" He stepped closer once more, closing the distance between them further. Placing himself in front of her car, making it difficult to maneuver around him. "You can stay at mine, it's a lot closer and you don't have to kick Frank off the couch."

Shaking her head, Mattie finally decided to push him aside. Her hands rested against his chest as she tried to move him. Like if she used enough force he would take the hint and just let her go about her evening. "Like that's gonna go over well with your hook up tonight." She tilted her head, giving him a pointed look. "I can see that tantrum coming at me like a bullet."

Billy opened his mouth to make a retort but quickly snapped it closed, knowing she was more accurate than he cared to admit. She always was. Mattie had always been the realistic friend in his life, the only person who called it as she saw it with him. Her being at his apartment would have put a damper on any evening romps. But for the first time in his life, Billy didn't want one of those women waiting for him upstairs. No, he wanted Mattie.

Frank always called him stupid, and in truth Billy thought it was Frank being Frank. Busting his balls for not being the brightest bulb in the box. That wasn't entirely the case though, Frank was stating the obvious. Billy had feelings for Mattie. He’s had feelings for her since he left on his first tour as a Marine. They were both eighteen and, as he hugged her goodbye, he noticed the pained look in her eyes. It was the first time in his life that he ever felt loved, truly and unconditionally loved by someone. Like if he died in combat there'd be somebody to mourn his loss… And that both terrified and excited him.

Growing up in a group home, being abandoned at such a young age, only being wanted for his looks left him a mess emotionally. But Mattie didn't care about any of that bullshit. And despite his feelings towards her, he would rather eat a live grenade then follow through with his thoughts. If he lost her because he sabotaged everything good in his life, he'd never live with himself after that.

Tonight, however, was a catalyst for him needing to change that. Billy knew the women he typically went after were catty and possessive, but he had no idea they'd have the nerve to go after Mattie. It was clear by her desperate attempt at leaving, as if the building was on fire, that this wasn't the first time this had happened. And that thought alone made him feel like the biggest piece of shit.

Shaking his head, he cautiously reached for her hands laying against his chest. Lamely trying to push him away. "I'm not taking anyone home tonight but you."

"Billy…." She started to protest, like she always did. Putting his needs above her own in every situation.

But he was quick to cut her off, using his hands, he pulled her against him hard. Head dipping down to place his lips against her own. Billy half expected Mattie to fight him, and she did briefly, her hands gripping into the fabric of his dress shirt. Tugging at it in hopes to pull away, but Billy refused to let her move. Needing her soft, warm lips that sent a ball of heat through his entire being when they touched. It was far too good to end it so quickly. Soon though she settled down and he couldn't help fighting the smile that spread across his face, mouths still melded together as she no longer fought him. Instead moving her lips wantonly with his.

After a few breathless moments he pulled a hair's breadth away from her, eyes searching her face for any sign of what was going on in that constant turning mind of hers. It was a rare moment that Billy couldn't figure out what Mattie was thinking, but this was one of them. Her eyes were narrowed in contemplation, staring at his chin, refusing to meet his own gaze. Her tongue poked through her lips, gently licking at her skin where he could see the sheen from their mixed saliva.

"Gonna say something?" He playfully asked, hoping it would break her from her trance like stare.

Instead of words, she lifted her head up to look at him. Matties eyes glossy, and teeth now sunk into her bottom lip as she seemed to struggle with herself.

"Hey." Billy moved to pull her to him again. Brows furrowed in deep concern seeing her this distraught. He would have never done what he did if he thought this was the reaction it was gonna provoke. "Mattie, talk to me?"

She sidestepped him, hand coming up and viciously rubbing underneath her eyes. Trying desperately to will the stinging threat of tears away. "If this is some joke, it's not funny Billy."

"Joke? You think I would kiss you for some joke?" He for the life of him he never expected that accusation, and it left his mouth open slightly in disbelief. "You really think that little of me? Christ, Mattie, I know I can be a dickhead sometimes, but I'd never do something like that to you."

"Then why now of all times?" She crossed her arms over her chest, dropping her head as her eyes panned the cracked concrete floor.

Running a hand through his hair in exasperation, Billy hesitantly moved closer to her. "Ever since I've known you, I've put you in this untouchable category in my head. Something I can't taint by fucking it up."

"How considerate." He could see her eyes roll even with her head being down. The typical amount of sass in her voice when she was mildly annoyed.

"Let me finish." He warned, taking on a dark tone. Not exactly in the mood to play these games with her anymore. "I've loved you since we were eighteen years old, Mattie. You've been the only person in my life I've known thats given a fuck about me. But I fuck up everything I put my dick near. I didn't want to lose you ‘cause I did something stupid, ‘cause it would have happened. I would have fucked us up, and in the process lost the only good thing in my life."

"Why is tonight so different then? What happened upstairs that made you change your mind all of a sudden?" She asked cautiously, however she didn't leave him time to answer as she continued on. "What made you decide I'm not 'untouchable' anymore?" Feeling like he would rip the carpet out from under her feet at any moment Mattie looked away from him again. Unable to hold his dark gaze out of fear.

Shaking his head he let a sad chuckle escape his lips. "I should have known all along the way some of those women treat you." He reached out and gently grasped her upper arm. Using his thumb to sooth circles against the leather of her jacket. "How cruel they are. How fucking righteous they think they are, pretending like they speak for what I want." With his other hand he nervously ran a hand through his hair for the hundredth time that night. "I…" He started but couldn't bring himself to finish his thought as he watched a stray tear roll down her reddened cheek.

Instead he stepped closer and, with a gentleness Billy didn't know he had in him, used the pad of his thumb to wipe away her sadness. "Talk to me, Mattie, please." He whispered almost in desperation after what felt like hours of silence between them.

With sullen eyes she peered up at him briefly, allowing Billy to get a glimpse of the torment behind them. "I can't hold a candle to the women you've been with Billy. You and I both know that this," she vaguely gestured between them, "won't work."

If there was ever a question that Billy had a heart, he certainly knew it now. Her defeated words slapped him across the chest like spiked lead weights.

"Do you know how long I wished you'd see me as something other than a friend?" A dry, pathetic laugh escaped her lips as she finally admitted her feelings out loud. Only to pull away once again, recoiling at how stupid it all sounded. "Years…" He barely heard her answer her own question. "But even after all these years I knew I'd never be on the same level as you, Billy. I don't fit your playboy, millionaire lifestyle and I never will. It was a nice daydream but that's all it ever was. I'm much better friend material."

Shaking his head at her words he wished he hadn't wasted so much fucking time convincing himself she was the one that deserved better then him. That he would fuck up whatever relationship developed between them, but here he was ruining their relationship anyways. He was practically seeing it crumble away like dry sand in the desert right before his eyes.

"Mattie…" He started, keeping his voice as soft as he could muster. But she stopped him from continuing, raising up a hand to silence him.

"Just drop it, please." There was a desperate plea hidden behind her eyes. An emotion Billy only ever saw once before this moment and that was when he had been seriously injured on one of his first tours. "You're drunk, don't do something you're gonna regret."

She thought she was going to lose him, and this was her way of protecting herself.

Furrowing his brows, he stepped a few feet away from her to give her space. "I'm not drunk, Matt, you out of anyone knows what I look like wasted." He held his hands up, trying to get her to calm down. Knowing she was moments away from jumping in her Jeep and driving off. "This ain't it." Pointing a finger back at himself.

"Then don't do something you'll regret tomorrow morning."

Shaking his head, Billy took note of how her shoulders sagged in defeat. "The only thing I regret is not realizing how much I've hurt you." He took a hesitant step back in her direction when he noticed she wasn't moving anymore. "That me not being able to trust myself with you, made you think you weren't good enough."

He closed the gap between them, gently grabbing her hands that were fisted at her sides. Feeling them tremble ever so slightly in his own, as his eyes tried to search her down cast face. "Mattie please…"

She didn't pull away from his touch, which gave him a little bit of hope. If she wanted out she would have ended this conversation and left him standing alone in this cold ass parking garage.

"Billy!" A woman's voice echoed through the parking garage, causing Mattie to stiffen. "There you are! They're looking all over the place for you upstairs. I told them you probably just needed some fresh air." As the woman grew closer, Mattie realized exactly who it was, making her pull away from Billy almost immediately. "Come on Billy, you can walk me back upstairs. Show me off to the crowd a little." The high-pitched laugh had Mattie cringing as she reached for her keys once again.

She didn't have the willpower to deal with the girl's judgemental looks for a second time that evening. Once at the elevator upstairs was enough for a lifetime.

"I'll be up in a minute." His eyes bored into Mattie as he watched her physically shrink in on herself. Wondering if she was always this visibly bothered by people interrupting them, or if he was just more aware of it because of the current state of things between them.

"Everyone's waiting for your speech though." She added while placing her hands on her hips. Clearly annoyed that Billy wasn't just immediately following her command.

"Well they can wait." He snapped.

"Billy, it's ok, really. Go do your speech." Mattie sighed softly to herself, using her hand to push some hair away from her face. Allowing him to see a redness growing in her eyes and her bottom lip trembling before she sank her teeth into soft flesh again. "It's important to Anvil."

"She's right, now let's go." With an outstretched hand the woman beckoned Billy towards her. A devious smirk pulled across her face thinking Billy would jump when she demanded him to. But that was far from reality.

Mattie expected him to turn on that professional charm of his, straighten his suit coat out and head back to the elevators to finish the evening out. At that point the woman might have thought she had been the one to convince Billy, but Mattie knew he'd be doing it only because she asked. However Billy didn't move, nor did he even pay much attention to the woman as she stood there tapping the toe of her high heel against the concrete floor impatiently.

Shaking his head, Billy ignored the woman behind him. Instead he took hold of Mattie's hands once again, his fingers prying her keys from her vice like grip she had on them. Placing them down on the hood of her Jeep once he got them free.

"You're more important to me." He whispered softly. "There would be no Anvil or Billy Russo if it wasn't for you, Matt." Billy admitted, seeing her head shake ever so softly in refusal at the facts.

It was the truth, whether she wanted to hear it or not. Billy would have turned into some punk ass jerk, probably locked up behind bars right now, if she hadn't been there to pick up his pieces. If Mattie didn't straighten him up and push him to be the man he was this very day. As for Anvil, when he pitched the idea to her she had been so onboard for him to try the venture. Deep down Billy knew as long as he was out of the military Mattie would have gone along with basically any of his half-baked ideas.

Mattie wasn't well off but he remembered her reaching into her bag that night, whipping out her checkbook so she could write him a check for what little she had been able to save up. It was a couple thousand dollars, an amount he certainly didn't deserve and didn't want, but she had insisted. Practically shoving the check down his shirt when he tried to give it back several times.

"I know you don't want to believe that but it's true." He whispered again, his face inches away from hers now.

She was torn, a part of her desperately wanted to fall into his arms and be swept away like she had always dreamed of. However the realistic part of her was still apprehensive, treading on paper thin ice as she tiptoed towards him. Waiting for the ice to finally crack beneath her weight and send her spiraling back into a reality where Billy would never in a million years stare at her like he was doing currently.

Mattie was never a risk taker in life, and with the glowering eyes of the woman behind them she wasn't going to change that aspect about herself now. "If I mean that much to you, go upstairs and sweet talk those investors. If not for yourself, but for me." She reached for her keys Billy had placed on the hood, gripping onto them tightly, grounding herself in the action. "I'm not worth throwing all that away for." Her words were barely audible as she leaned up and kissed him on his cheek.

She felt him try to reach for her again, his hands desperate to pull her back to face him. Mattie shrugged them off though, walking quickly around to the drivers side door, clicking the lock button so she could climb inside. "I'll see you around." Was the only thing she could bring herself to say, before shutting the car door and driving off. Leaving the two of them standing in the parking garage alone.

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Hi people there was this Billy Russo story that I am searching for it was one that the girl was Rawlins daughter and she was disowned by him after her mothers death. She was also a marine and after deployment she became addicted to heroine. She was also Karen’s friend. If you tell me I would’ve been so grateful because I am going crazy…

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Why Do You Care?

Summary: After an argument for the ages, Lenny has decided Billy is an ass and she refuses to talk to him. Billy's willing to fix things and play nice, even if he's pretty sure Lenny's just being stubborn about the whole thing. Maria has had enough of his sister and Billy's bs and decides to intervene, forcing them together to prepare a birthday surprise for Frank.

Characters: Billy Russo & Lenny Falconio (OC)

Request (from 💜 anon): “Where does it hurt?” & “Why would you even care?” For The Punisher pretty please 💜

Content Warnings: A little language.

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Calling out was instinctual—a reflex, if anything. That’s what Lenny told herself at least. Just like throwing out her arms to brace her fall, it was an action of the subconscious. It certainly wasn’t a call for help—for Billy's help, especially—but the strangled shout had pierced the silence of the house anyhow.

Lenny hadn’t planned on that, but as she writhed on the floor she got to thinking maybe it wasn’t a bad thing because she hurt like hell—her arm, her hip, her foot, her head. Her whole body, it seemed. Maybe she'd done more damage than she initially thought.

Billy’s quick footsteps echoed across the floor as he approached, audible even though he was a marine. As a rule, the man was unusually stealthy and light on his feet. It was just how he moved, an instinct of his own that usually created a cautious bit of distance between him and the rest of the world because he was somehow able to fade into the background when he wanted to, if he wanted to.

Billy didn't care about any of that here though. He let down his guard a bit at Maria and Frank’s, a place that felt more like home than his actual apartment did, the inherent warmth of the Castle-Falconio household instantly thawing something in him every time he stopped by.

Billy appeared in front of her, a roll of blue party streamers still in his hand, almost as if he hadn't had time to even drop the roll before coming to investigate and Lenny’s words came out louder and faster than Billy's as he asked what had happened.

"I'm fine," Lenny groaned.

The quiet that came after almost made Billy think Lenny hadn't heard his question, but he knew she had—she was just ignoring him. Same as she'd been doing all week, since their argument at Sunday dinner.

And it was fine. Billy didn't really need Lenny to answer the question. The scene before him was clear enough. She was on the floor with one hand wrapped around her ankle, covered completely in white dust, the half-empty bag of flour settled precariously on the counter, threatening to spill more of its contents all over them and the kitchen floor.

“I’m fine,” she repeated. “You can—”

"You’re not fine." Billy lowered himself to the floor beside her. He’d agreed to keep out of her way, had allowed her to banish him to the backyard with balloons and streamers and a happy birthday banner, but that was before she launched herself off of the kitchen counter. "Where does it hurt?"

Lenny scooted away from Billy's hands, hissing as she tried to use her foot to leverage herself backwards.

"I'm fine," she insisted once again, though her breath was unsteady, her eyes watering as the growing ache in her ankle pulsed and throbbed.

"You're not," Billy repeated, his hands both gentle and firm as they replaced her hold around the already swelling joint, his hands cool against her skin. "You're—"

"Why would you even care?"

Billy took a breath, part of him ready to laugh while the rest of him was ready to roll his eyes—all of it borne of frustration. Billy had known Lenny Falconio long enough and well enough to know deep in his soul that she was stubborn as hell, that she wouldn't give in so easily, even with tears in her eyes. "Because I do, alright?" he said. "I care…even when you think I've been an asshole and I think you're being a goddamn brat so just let me help."

Billy saw the instinct to fight him on those points rise within her, but arguing that she wasn't a brat or a kid or whatever else Billy called her almost always only served to corroborate his point, the tone of Lenny's rebuttal and the indignation on her face condemning her as being the exact thing she insisted she wasn't.

"You are an asshole," Lenny offered instead, each of the words pushed out through gritted teeth.

"Maybe I am" Billy confirmed. "And maybe you're stubborn as a mule. Obstinate.” He shook his head, but it was with a bit of fondness, a knowing acceptance of the way she was and always had been for as long as he'd known her. “Climbing up on your sister's counters and nearly breaking your neck when you could've just asked me for help."

Billy was right. Lenny could've just asked him. She had known he was there—banished by her out in the backyard, just through the screen door. She had even thought about it before deciding she could get the flour on her own. She didn't need him or his long-reaching arms. Or at least, Lenny didn't want to need him. She didn’t want to need Billy’s help.

That was the whole point of this standoff anyway, wasn't it?

That Lenny was sick of Billy “helping” and butting in when it wasn't warranted?

When it wasn’t requested?

Lenny had told him as much when he sauntered into the kitchen upon his arrival, offering his assistance, assistance Lenny promptly told him wasn't needed or wanted. She hadn't said it, but she wanted him to mind his own business, to stop caring, the very opposite of what was happening now as his hands continued to cradle her ankle, his eyes full of concern as he watched her.

And Lenny just wanted him to stop, to go back outside and let her ride out the initial wave of pain on her own.

“Maybe we should call your—”

“No!” Lenny shouted, assuming he’d been about to suggest calling Maria or Frank, but the whole thing was supposed to be a surprise for Frank, for his birthday and interrupting them now would only ruin it. As far as Frank knew, spending the day at the batting cages with Maria and the kids was his gift. Lenny had begged off the outing, claiming she had a paper due, promising to make it up to him later in the week, but it had all been a lie.

There was no paper due—Lenny was staying behind to decorate the backyard and to make the cake. And to warm up the dinner Maria had already made and left waiting in the fridge. Lenny had planned to have everything ready by the time Billy and Curtis were scheduled to arrive and they’d all surprise Frank when he arrived back home with Maria and the kids.

That was how it was supposed to go, but then Billy had shown up early, ruining her mood, distracting her.

His surprise arrival wasn't of his own accord, of course. It was Maria who had invited him to come early, insisting Lenny needed help with set up even though everything had been under control.

The both knew Maria and recognized her meddling for what it was—she was just giving them an opportunity to sort things out, to clear the air before they all sat down to a celebratory dinner. Lenny could've taken the opportunity to fix things—Billy had seemed willing—but she hadn’t. Instead, she had banished him to the backyard to decorate while she stayed in the kitchen preparing the food, her headphones firmly in place as she worked.

"We don't need to call them," Lenny mumbled, pushing at the phone in his hand. "My neck's fine."

"Yeah, and your mouth's fine, too, apparently," Billy answered, a smirk on his face for about a second or so before he coughed around the handful of flour that hit his face.

Lenny's flour-covered hand shielded the uncontrollable giggles spilling from her lips as Billy started to chuckle, a hollow and dangerous sort of sound coming out of him as he tried to wipe some of the white powder from his face.

"You think you're funny?" he asked, the seriousness of his tone only serving to make Lenny laugh harder and louder, all of it building until a handful of flour collided with her open mouth.

"Billy!" she shouted, spitting around the words.

"You started it," Billy answered around his laughter as he quickly reached for Lenny, not allowing her any time to fight him as he lifted her in his arms.

"Billy, put me—" Lenny started, cut off suddenly when Billy settled her in one of the stools on the other side of the kitchen island, his hands working to prop her swollen ankle up on an adjacent seat.

"Asshole," she muttered to herself as Billy walked away.

“Here." He pulled out a bag of frozen peas and turned to her. "Put this on it.”

Billy tossed the bag across the counter where it slid into Lenny’s lap and she let out a squeal as it made contact with the bare skin of her thighs. “I can’t just put it straight on—”

“Yeah, yeah." Billy moved around the counter again, this time with a tea towel in hand. He took the peas from her, carefully wrapping it before placing it on her ankle. "Here ya go, brat."

"Guess it’s a good thing I was here after all, huh?”

Lenny shrugged. "I would've been alright without—"

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Billy shot back. "And I guess you're still planning on putting this meal together without my help too? Going to bake a cake with a busted ankle?"

Lenny thought about it, knowing she could struggle through it if she really wanted. It would be a pain in the ass and it would probably do her more harm than good in the end, but she could do it. She could prove her point.

"That's real smart, Len. Real—" Real fucking stubborn was what Billy wanted to say, his frustration flaring once again, a bit of the fondness slipping. Too stubborn for her own good, but she interrupted him before the words could come to his lips.

"You can make the cake," she offered.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you make the cake and decorate and clean up my sister's kitchen, and I'll sit here and supervise."

"Alright, fine." Billy snorted. "One condition though," he said, watching her for some sign of protest, but not quite finding it. "Curtis is coming by early to take a look at that ankle."

Lenny sighed. "Fine," she agreed, the throbbing of her ankle just a bit stronger than her pride. "Go ahead and call him."

"He's already on his way," Billy answered. "I texted him when you were too busy being a brat—"

"You are such an asshole."

"Yeah," Billy answered. "An asshole who cares about you."

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Mise en Place - A "choose your own adventure" style fic - Part 3

Fandom: Punisher AU Rating: Mature Pairing: Billy Russo x OC Warnings: Dark!Fic, threats, murder, obsession, swearing, violence, blood, and likely more to be added... Summary: Nadine thought her biggest problem was helping to keep the restaurant she worked at afloat as the neighbourhood starts being bought out from under them. A chance meeting in an elevator with an old fling proves differently…

Notes: There's a lot of violence in this chapter. Heed the warnings. The last vote was a tie so I made the final call. Nadine...uses her knives to defend herself.

Part 1 / Part 2 /

Previously: “What are you doing in my house?” “Waiting for you, Nadine.” He grins and steps forward….

She doesn’t have a lot of options. The door is locked behind her and if she wants to open it, she would need to turn her back on him. She already knows that’s a bad idea.

“Me? Do we know each other?”

“We will,” he says. Her hand moves to her side, drawing out the wrapped cloth bundle from her tote. She grabs the handle that sticks out first. It’s her boning knife. It sits in her hand like an extension of herself. She drops the bundle back in the tote and puts it on the ground before kicking it out of the way.

The man looks at it and laughs. With its long thin blade, it doesn’t look like much but she’s used it a thousand times taking apart different animals in her work. It’s familiar in a way that he isn’t.

“Do you even know what to do with that, girl?”

She shifts it in her hand, trying not to let the comment rankle. It shouldn’t surprise her. Many don’t know what it takes to reach her skill. She ignores the desire to snap back. He’s large and threatening and she reminds herself that he’s just another animal. She’s broken down many, dozens of times before. She’s not going to make this easy for him. Whatever he succeeds in taking from her will cost him.

“You’re a chef,” he says, trying to antagonize her. “What are you going to do? Mince me?”

She shifts her weight, setting one foot slightly behind her. It seems to amuse him further. Nadine’s not stupid. She’s a single woman in the city and has always been seen as an easier target due to her size. She’s taken self-defence classes throughout her years at school. He knows her name. She wonders what else he knows about her.

He lunges forward.

She pivots on her heel, knife sliding against flesh as she moves out of his way. Blood splatters against the floor as he swears, his hand pressing against the sudden wound.

“Bitch!”

She simply turns to face him. She can hear her instructor’s voice in her head: make good cuts, let the knife do the work. She’s not using a saw and should avoid the joints but there are other places to cut, ones that will maximize the damage she can do in the time she has to ensure he cannot attack. Tendons and large muscle groups, kidneys and liver.

He strikes again. He’s not trying to get ahold of her, or do any serious damage. It’s like he’s playing with her to draw this out. Fucker.

She doesn’t manage to avoid him this time, getting the breath knocked out of her sharply as she’s shoved back into the side table by her couch. She nearly goes toppling over it. She forces herself to breathe through the pain. Focus, she can practically hear her instructor say. Think about the step you’re on, not what comes next. The memory is burned into her from the repetition.

She darts forward, ducking under his swing and swipes her knife up. It slides into the soft flesh of his armpit and she can feel it scrape across bone before she pulls it out. The man screams.

It doesn’t stop him though and he uses the moment she needs to retrieve her knife to grab her hair. He yanks it back, taking her with it. She swings the knife down and away from her, catching him on the leg. It slips across and down his inner thigh. He lets go of her hair as he tries to put pressure on the wound. She scrambles back, kicking out and catching him hard in the knee. He falls as she gets to her feet, struggling to catch her breath as she watches the man curse, trying to pull himself away from her.

How long until he bleeds out? She hit an artery based on the amount of blood that’s spreading around him. She’s never going to get her security deposit back now. She laughs a little, wondering if she might be in shock. Her head is swimming. She’s definitely bruised from where she hit that table.

He’s still moaning. She’s never actually had to watch something die before. The animals she worked with were always dead first. Maybe she should call an ambulance…It would be easy, she thinks, to even disassemble the body herself but transporting it would be a pain and she still has no clue why he was here or if he was working alone.

Either way, she needs help.

Where is her phone?

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Billy Russo tag: @wheresthesunshinesblog

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HIDDEN | CHAPTER 6

Billy Russo x OC (Ava)

Warnings: Not canon, violence, weapons, stalking (not MMC), murder, everything you'd find in The Punisher universe, no betrayal.

Summary: Billy meets someone that piques his interest. Did he mention she carries a knife?

A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you enjoy this chapter. As of now I'm looking for a beta reader!

As the sun paints the sky with hues of dawn, Ava stirs from her slumber, greeted by the soft glow filtering through her curtains. She gently rubs away the remnants of sleep from her eyes, the warmth of the morning seeping into her room. With a sense of anticipation, she reaches for her phone, finding a message waiting for her from Billy.

"I’m looking forward to our date tonight." it reads. Ava can't help but smile as she types a playful response, teasing him about his chopstick prowess. While she waits for his reply, she heads to the bathroom, the cool tiles under her feet contrasting with the warmth of the morning. The subtle scent of her vanilla soap mingles with the freshness of the morning air.

Engaged in the morning routine, the rhythmic brushing of teeth becomes a familiar melody, accompanied by the distant sounds of birds beginning their day outside her window. A notification buzzes on her phone, and there it is—a quick-witted reply from Billy: "You think I would have proposed sushi if they weren’t?"

Ava slips into her comfortable fitness attire, a seamless blend of style and functionality. Eager for some fresh air and exercise, she steps out, her brisk walk unfolding under the open sky. The rhythmic beat of her sneakers against the pavement creates a harmonious cadence as she immerses herself in the invigorating energy of the outdoors. Along the way, she decides to treat herself, concluding her walk with the simple pleasure of a delicious sandwich, a well-deserved reward for both body and soul.

Seated on a weathered bench in the lively park, Ava unwraps her sandwich, taking in the savory scent and the bustling scene around her. A cute mother duck waddles by with her ducklings, prompting a genuine smile from Ava. As she continues to enjoy her sandwich, her thoughts turn to Billy, appreciating the warm feeling of being wanted and the joy of his companionship.

Her thoughts linger on the playful banter, the teasing glances, and the shared laughter. Her heart flutters at the memory of how, when Billy playfully flirted, she couldn't help but blush, and when she returned the favor, she could see the same rosy hue coloring his cheeks. It was a delightful dance they had mastered, each move leaving them both grinning like conspirators in a shared secret.

Finishing the last bite, Ava stands up, discarding the wrapper. The park, now bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun, becomes a picturesque backdrop for her leisurely walk home. The echoes of laughter and the rustling leaves accompany her, a gentle soundtrack to the simple yet beautiful moments that have colored her morning.

As Ava steps through the threshold of her home, putting them in the shoe rack. She turns on the tv to have some background noise, a low hum of information blending into the cadence of her domestic tasks

‘’Breaking news just in; In a daring feat, The Phantom Cartel intercepted a truck loaded with weapons, seamlessly vanishing into the shadows with their illicit bounty. Authorities find themselves floundering in the wake of this operation, grappling with the challenge posed by an enemy shrouded in mystery—dressed entirely in black, faces concealed, leaving no trace for investigation. This is Tracy Morgan and stay tuned for further updates on this unfolding saga.’’

Ava sighs as she surveys the kitchen counter. It's a mess, with clean dishes piled high and crumbs scattered everywhere. She grabs a sponge and some cleaning spray and gets to work.

She wipes down the counter, one swipe at a time. She doesn't mind the mindless repetition. It's a chance to clear her head and focus on something simple.

She moves on to the dishes, scrubbing them clean and stacking them neatly in the dishwasher. She takes her time, enjoying the feeling of accomplishment as she completes each task.

Finally, she wipes down the cupboards and sweeps the floor. The kitchen is now clean and tidy, and Ava feels a sense of satisfaction. She's not sure why she enjoys cleaning so much, but she does. It's a way to make her space feel more organized and in control.

Feeling accomplished she heads to the quietude of her bathroom, Ava engages in a cherished moment of self-care. The shower, a haven of warmth, becomes a retreat from the external clamor. Choosing her vanilla-scented body wash, transforming the act of cleansing into a sensory delight. The rich lather, coupled with the comforting aroma of vanilla, creates a cocoon of tranquility within the shower's embrace.

Turning her attention to her hair, Ava reaches for a conditioner with a gentle, invigorating scent. As she applies it with deliberate strokes, the routine transcends into a mindful ritual. Fingers weaving through her locks, she becomes attuned to the soothing cadence of the water. The shower, now an interplay of warmth and fragrance, affords her a brief respite—a moment to recalibrate amidst the demands of the day.

Ava steps out of the shower and wraps herself in a towel. She dries off her hair and then uses a blow dryer to style it. She curls her hair to add some volume and bounce.

Once her hair is dry, she applies some light makeup to accentuate her features. She puts on some foundation, concealer, and mascara. She also applies a light blush and lipstick.

Completing her makeup ritual with a satisfied flourish, Ava gracefully glides towards the living room, reveling in the pleasing orderliness of her space. The clock's hands inch towards eight as she adds a delicate touch of perfume, the final embellishment to her evening ensemble. Just as the fragrance delicately settles, a timely doorbell chime resonates through the room, punctuating the tranquil ambiance.

With a knowing smile, Ava deduces that her awaited guest, Billy, has arrived punctually.

Opening the door she is met with a dark figure. Before she can even acknowledge the presence she is pushed inside. suddenly she feels weird and everything goes black.

A gentle warmth graces Ava's face, the initial sensation seeping through the fog of unconsciousness. Attempting to pry her eyes open proves futile; the radiance that greets her is almost blinding, exacerbating the already pounding ache in her head.

"Ava? Ava? Fuck..."

The urgency in the voice pulls her into a heightened state of awareness. Suddenly, she's in motion, cradled by firm, reassuring hands beneath her knee and against her back. Despite the pain that continues to grip her mind, a realization pierces through — she's being carried.

"I could just close my eyes a bit longer, right?" she muses inwardly.

And in that moment, she surrenders to the lull of darkness once more.

A cool, damp touch on her lips prompts Ava to sip, an unexpected rush of thirst compelling her to indulge.

"Easy, easy," a familiar voice cautions. "Don't drink too fast, or you'll get nauseous." She recognizes that voice. B-Billy? "Thank god," she hears him murmur. "Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?"

Slowly, she complies, eyelids parting in response to his gentle encouragement. "That's it," he whispers.

Fully awakening, she surveys her surroundings. This is unmistakably not her apartment. Everything appears meticulously arranged, a stark contrast to the disorder she anticipated. Not a single item seems out of place, except, perhaps, for herself.

"What happened?" she inquires, seeking Billy's gaze. His eyes are already fixed on her, unwavering.

As her eyes meet his, questions hang in the air, waiting to be unraveled.

"When I arrived at your door, it was already slightly ajar. Opening it, I discovered this dark figure standing over you. He heard me approaching and hastily fled through the window. God, Ava, I was so worried," Billy recounted, his concern etched across his face.

"Observing that you had no head trauma, I surmised you might have been drugged. That's when I decided to bring you with me to my apartment. I had my friend Curtis check you over. He assured me you're in the clear, probably just out of it. Curtis advised me to let you sleep it off," Billy explained, his voice a mix of relief and lingering worry.

A thousand thoughts race through Ava's mind, each one trying to catch up with the chaotic events that unfolded. As she gazes at Billy, she notices the disheveled state of his hair, evidence of the evident distress he must have felt.

"How are you feeling?" Billy inquires, his hand holding hers for reassurance.

"Like I've been run over by a truck," she replies with a light laugh, only to wince as the throbbing in her head makes itself known once more.

"Any idea who it was?" she presses Billy for answers.

"No," he admits, his gaze momentarily distant. "They left the moment they heard me. All I could make out was a figure clad in black." Unwilling to disclose the unsettling details, Billy decides it's best to keep from Ava the connection between the mysterious figure and the group he and Frank had been tailing.

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depressedbagpipe · 2 years

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"Blackbird to Robin, do you copy?" Masterlist

Billy Russo x original female character [ongoing]

[The Punisher AU]

Plot overview: When Billy Russo, CEO of private military firm Anvil, was tasked with the security and protection of New York's most feared mafia leader and his family over an unknown yet dangerous threat, he didn't know he not only would risk his safety over the job, but his heart too.

Series warnings: female!reader, slight age gap (reader is of age), no specific physical descriptions mentioned. This fic contains canon-typical violence, mentions of death, injuries, grief, loss, anxiety, depression, college burnout, financial instability, mentions of misogyny and other unacceptable behaviors, very foul language. Reader has a first name (Dana).

A/N: so, i kinda changed this universe a little bit, where billy is the CEO of anvil and frank works there as his top agent. I'm picturing a mafia leader to be a very conservative and traditional man who pretty much doesn't think women should be in power, but i can assure that it does reflect in no way my own beliefs —this is just for the sake of the plot. Any triggering content will be specified in every chapter, but if I missed any, let me know :)

Taglist: @badasseddy, @noortsshift, @britishbassett

Prologue

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

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russobaby · 1 year

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besitos

Billy Russo x Female OC

Warnings: Sexual implications (?), SFW, 201 Words

A/N: Cutesie lil piece of Billy shenanigans.

“Sweetheart I would really love to make it to the party before the New Year.” She shouts up the staircase.

The stomping of footsteps is heard as Billy bounds down the stairs adjusting the buttons on his suit jacket. He stops one step above her impatient figure smirking down at the unimpressed look she wears. He brings a hand up to her face.

“Whose lipstick stain was it that forced me to go change shirts?” He raises a brow and uses his thumb to wipe the red smudge on the corner of her lip.

A rosy blush blooms on her cheeks and her eyes look down quickly before she’s lifting her chin at Billy.

“Yeah well how hard is it to change a shirt,” She rolls her eyes. “I’ve had to forgo much more important articles of clothing because of you.”

His smirk spreads to a wicked grin as he tugs her closer, his hand inching dangerously low.

“I’ve told you before the solution to that problem is easy,” He begins tugging up the hemline of her dress. “Just stop wearing 'em altogether.”

She scoffs, shoving his chest lightly and heads for the door adjusting her dress while leaving him to follow behind laughing to himself.

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lexxierave · 2 months

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My TV said no Punisher for me so I'm highly Billy Russo deprived!

#ben barnes #billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x oc #billy russo x aj #Billy x AJ #the punisher

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kayhi808 · 1 year

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Billy Mine - Act 1.1

How old do you have to be to fall in love? Not a crush or infatuation that will last months or maybe even years if you're lucky. But a lifetime. A soul breaking , earth shattering, life changing kind of love? I was 3.

My mama, God rest her soul, had terrible taste in men. Her last lover ended up killing her, which was how I ended up at an orphanage. I can't remember much of mama anymore, but I remember Billy Mine like it was yesterday. There wasn't any next of kin to take care of me so my case worker had to drop me off at the nearest orphanage.

Billy was in the office the day I arrived. He was an angry sullen boy, with large dark eyes & a dimple in his chin. His arm is in a sling. I was only 3, but I wasn't afraid of him. No matter how hard he glared at me. I knew he belonged to me. I owned him as much as I owned my stuffed rabbit in my arms. I pulled away from the case worker, running across the room to hold the beautiful boy's hand, to claim him as mine. I slipped my hand in his, smiling up at him, but all I got was a frown before my case worker caught up to me, pulling me away. "No!!" I twisted and wiggled my way free, returning to the boy's side. I grabbed on to the leg of his pants, kicking out with a chubby leg as the lady tries to come after me, ready to put up a fight.

My boy kneels down & I throw myself into his arm, being careful of his injury & whispered, "mine." He freezes, not knowing what to do with me. I rest my head on his good shoulder & pat his cheek. He sets me away from him. He picks up my rabbit that I dropped "You can't stay with me, Bunny."

"Yes," poking him with my little fingers. "Mine."

He breaks into a grin, "Not Mine. Billy."

"Billy, mine." And I laugh because nothing made me so happy as to claim him for myself.

Billy's social worker comes out to get him & he see's that I'm ready to throw a tantrum. I'll fight her if she thinks she's takin' Billy Mine from me. "Hey, Bunny? If you be good, I'll see you later, ok?"

"No."

"You have to be good & listen." Looking back on it now, him, of all people telling me to be good & listen. I shake my head at him & he places my rabbit in my arms. "I'll see you later, Bunny."

And that's how I found my Billy. It took us decades for the time to be right, to bring us together again. But I knew. I always knew.

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multifan2022 · 2 years

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Forbidden Love 4

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

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Sorry its been so long guys! But here it is.. There is like.. No plot in this one.. Just.. Smut..and its been a long minute since I wrote any.. so.. Hopefully you like it <3

There was an uncomfortable and long silence, this was the part of the conversation none of them wanted to answer. But it had been decided in Billys office that whatever he decided to say none of them would argue with. So he took a deep breath and nonchalantly said, “Vina is Y/n's daughter from a previous relationship. Clearly I've only been in her life for eleven years but I have and will continue to raise her. Shes for all intents and purposes, MY daughter.”

Billy knew that Druig knew who Davina was, but he staked his claim and was in no way worried about being pushed out of the picture. Billy had done all the legwork to get to where he was with his family. Every slip with his wife, he was there to catch. Every game, concert, spelling bee or parent teacher conference there was for his daughter, he attended. Every father daughter dance, every recital, every movie night, it was him there. And at the end of the day that's what mattered.

When you had started dating, he worked diligently to make you understand he wasn't going anywhere. You're immortal? That's cool, he will spend his life worshiping you. You have powers and are potentially dangerous? Well he's dangerous without powers so what does that matter? Someone was after you and you were scared for your life? Good thing he's trained with a gun and willing to kill anyone who gets in his way.

Every bump you tried to throw in front of him he smoothly drove over. Nothing you ever did set him off the path he wanted. His love for you was so faithful and blind that when you guys would fight, he would just stare thinking about how beautiful you got when angry. Keyara was fronting? Well he liked her too. There was nothing you could do to turn him off, and eventually you didn't want to.

More silence, then a sigh from Billy as he watched you shuffle around in bed unable to get comfortable. “Look, I need to be upstairs. We can finish this discussion in the morning when Y/ns hopefully back and awake. Until then, there are plenty of guest rooms on this floor and the second if you would like to stay.”

After a small discussion, Billy put all the Avengers downstairs and the Eternals on the second floor before he made his way to his own room. Closing the door softly, he could feel the energy in the room almost crackling. It told him two things, one Keyara was still in control and two she was pretending to be asleep. Smirking, he removed his clothes, choosing to crawl into bed as naked as the day he was born. Rolling onto one side, making sure to face away and not touch you.

He held in his chuckle when he felt your body scoot closer to his. Heard the sigh of annoyance and then you scooting a little closer again. “You need something Beautiful?” When he rolled over he didn't flinch or shudder at the gold and red combo in your eyes. To him Keyara was just another part of you, and he loved everything about you. She immediately pressed her lips against his, in a desperate and messy kiss. Pulling back just enough to speak Billy chuckled, “wanna know whos in the room right next door?”

When Keyara nods Billys smirk grows “Druig.. Buckys right below us. Figured if you woke up then the chaos that would cause would turn you on a little.. If Y/n woke up, well then the chaos would make me feel good, them hearing me claim you.” Keyara smiled up at him as he rolled over to hover above her, “I love that you don't just love Y/n, like everyone else does.” Billy smiled sadly before pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “You're a package deal, my love. And I love you both.” Lips were smashed against each other after that, Billy's hands running quickly up the sides of her stomach to pull off the shirt he had placed there earlier. “Need you” She mumbled before a moan slipped out as Billy's lips wrapped around a nipple.

“Where do you need me, Key?” Billy asked before lightly clamping his teeth over the peaked bud. His dark eyes connected with hers as he kissed across her chest and over to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. The hand that wasn't currently holding him up, traveled up the inside of her thigh before harshly pulling her panties down and off. A finger was inside her so quickly that she arched off the bed in a mixture of surprise and pleasure, a moan louder than the last slipped from her lips.

A small thud came from the wall between the two beds and both your heads turned. Twin smirks on them as they realized Druig must've heard the moan and moved quickly in his bed, knocking it against the wall. Another rough kiss was shared between the two as Billy went down to his forearm so he could wrap his fingers into the silky threads of hair spread across his pillows. “I don't care who in this house hears us. We will be together tonight, just like we are every night. No holding back on their account. Understand?”

His voice was deep and commanding, sending shivers down Keyaras spine as she nodded. They both knew she wasn't going to be quiet anyways, one of the things that they found made the switch back easier and faster was letting Keyara cause havoc. This would be emotional havoc but whatever works right? Thoughts left her minds as he added another finger, skillfully curling them to just the right spot with a chuckle. He pumped them in and out a few times before pausing and making his way to his knees. Without removing his fingers his lips wrapped around her clit and he sucked hard.

Heat flooded her skin as he sucked, licked and nibbled on her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy while sometimes adding a scissoring motion. She could feel an orgasm stirring as he reached down and wrapped her fingers into his hair pulling hard enough to make him moan. The vibrations from his lips pushed her over as she moaned loudly, bucking her hips as he pulled his fingers from her. He allowed her to thoroughly ride her orgasm out on his face, just like she enjoyed.

Her ears sounded like she was underwater as she came back down, now alert to the small kitten licks Billy was still sliding through her folds. Pulling him by his hair, up her body she connected their lips, uncaring that he had her release covering his lips and tongue. Even though she was satisfied she wanted more, wanted him inside her and told him so. Billy kissed the side of her neck while whispering, “I fully intend to make you scream my name.. Over and over, until everyone in this house knows who you belong too.”

Pinning her down to the bed his hand returned to her clit, using his thighs to spread her legs as he looked down and watched his fingers collect the left behind moisture. He rubbed his pointer and middle finger, now covered in wetness in tight circles around her clit until she was built right back up and ready to cum again. His name left her lips in a pathetic whimper so he tisked and shook his head, “Gonna need to beg better than that, sweetness.”

“Please Billy! Need you inside me..” This time Keyaras voice was loud and steady even though she was panting with the need to cum. Billy leaned over, biting down on her neck before sucking hard, Keyaras nails digging into his bicep and back as her heels dug into his ass, trying to force him forward.

Billy removed his hand from her only to grasp himself and move the tip of his cock threw the ever growing wetness at her pussy. Nugding into her just a little with every loudly spoken beg, only to pull back out leaving her more and more frustrated. “Oh my god! Please! Just fuck me!” She begged, tears springing to her eyes as she dug her heels in once more. Only this time Billy used what momentum she gave to plunge deep inside her, one thrust from the tip of his cock, until his hips connected with hers.

A loud moan, almost a scream left her lips as she gripped onto him tighter. Not wanting to let go as his hips pulled back and slammed repeatedly into hers. They both could feel the bed shifting under them as he used his full body to push himself into her. The delicious pleasure he was giving her was good, but it wasnt enough to send her over again and Billy knew that. So he shifted around so his knees were firmly under him, lifting so he could pull back and flip her to her hands and knees.

Driving back into her hard enough to make her really scream this time. One fist wrapped around her hair, the other around her neck as he used every muscle in his body to push them both towards the climax they needed. “When I tell you too.. Your going to cum.. And its going to be hard. Your going to scream my name..” Squeezing her throat just enough with one hand, while the other gave one last tug of her hair before releasing. He moved down to quickly rub at her clit again, he could feel her pulsing and tensing around him as she gasped for what air he was allowing her.

Mewling Keyara didnt even try to talk, Billy had always had this effect on her. He treated her like a normal being, like she was his wife and not Y/n. Like he loved her just as much as he loves you. He knew how each side of you liked to be touched, talked too or fucked, and he always exucted it perfectly. So when he pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in and kept repeating that same motion, hard and deep her head felt light.

“So close baby.. Gonna come together.. Gonna yell my name..” Billy panted, ignoring the sweat that was sealing his hair to his neck and forehead. The rhythmic thudding of the bed and scrapping of the legs on the floor gave them both a sick amount of pleasure themselves. When the tip of Billys cock started hitting her cervix and dragging along her g-spot, her vision started to get spotty. His our moans now slipping from his mouth as he tried to hold back his own pleasure. “Thats it sweetness.. Cum for me.. Cum now..”

And she did. Screaming his name as she spasmed over him unable to stop herself from grinding back into him as he slowly started to release her throat. His fingers still moving on her clit as he emptied himself inside her, his climax hard. Harder than it had been in a long time, because this night called to a visceral and possessive part of him that he didn't have to deal with often. Part of him was glad Keyara had woken up and not you, because he didn't want you to have this on your conscience tomorrow when you had to face them all.

When Keyara collapsed to the bed, she was happy to drift off and let Billy take care of whatever aftercare he normally did. She felt him kiss her neck and shoulder a few times before he whispered that he loved her. She could already feel her subconscious drifting away as her eyes closed. But she was rather satiated. So when Billy came back to bed after cleaning her up and showering himself he smiled and cuddled up next to her. Knowing that in the morning, it would be his wife who opened her eyes and you would need him in a completely different way than Keyara did.

Because in the morning.. You had to explain to your ex that you had a daughter that he didn't know about. And that you never planned to tell him.

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