#mafia!billy russo

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Speak no evil" - Mafia!Billy Russo x Reader

[TW: violence, mob/mafia themes]

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SUMMARY: When one of his men steps out of the line, Billy wastes no time putting him in his place. Remember for the future that when it comes to his wife, you should speak no evil.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

The fact that Billy made your house an open office for his business affairs made you occasionally not as furious. That day, however, it seemed as if every one of his underbosses and their closest subordinates came over. What was once your house suddenly became a get-together for criminals.

Billy knew that you disliked those events mainly because they were hardly interesting to you - it was, basically, very specific business talk weaved with cryptic slang that was only partially understandable to you. Because of that, you'd leave Billy and his men on the ground floor, doing their business, while you were sitting on the first floor, catching up with the responsibilities of owning a small business. You've lost count of how many times Billy offered to employ an assistant who would manage the coffee shop for you. As a prolific 'business owner' himself, your husband sure did miss the point of having something to do.

The only reason you were trespassing that invisible border between the ground floor and the first floor was that one file Billy seemed to misplace and asked you to retrieve from his actual office. It was supposed to be a short trip: get the documents, give them to Billy, exchange polite greetings and be on your merry way back upstairs. You had no interest in learning the intricate workings of the underworld, even if you were part of it, simply for your own peace of mind.

Walking through the door leading to the dining room, the Pentagon for New York's criminals for the day, you noticed a young guy, maybe in his twenties, smoking a cigarette by the garden screen door. The gap between the door and their frame was narrow enough that only his arm and the cigarette smoke could fit through. The first time Billy's subordinates came to your house, you made it very clear that you wanted no cigarettes indoors and, technically, that young guy by the garden door was abiding by the rule. Seeing the scar above his eyebrow, you thought you recognized him:

It was Jamie - someone whom you knew only from stories and passing glances during some big events. Anytime someone said something about him, it painted Jamie as a sheepish, maybe a little awkward guy, who didn't quite grasp social cues.

His eyes were focused on the floor as he smoked the cigarette and clearly thought hard about something. Among the dress shoes, your furry slippers looked at least amusing. They must have caught his attention as he tore his eyes away from the hardwood floor and looked up at you.

Jamie recognized you immediately, which was probably why he frantically threw away the half-smoked cigarette. He took a step towards you, effectively blocking your way.

"Sorry, sweetheart, no entry. This is now gentlemen's club, talkin' 'bout business n' stuff. Nothin' you should worry your pretty little head about."

Before you could answer him and remind him whose house he was in, somebody else interrupted the conversation:

"Something you want to share with everyone?"

The room fell silent. You turned to look at Billy, standing with his hands in his pockets. His eyes were slightly squinted and you could just tell he was irate.

"No, nothing, sir," Jamie frantically answered. He was quickly shaking his head.

"Weird, I thought I heard you being disrespectful to my wife."

The rest of the gathered men weren't willing to step in, they didn't even dare look anywhere else than each other or the floor. There really was no use in playing a hero - nothing good could come from it. Standing up to one's boss was always risky but it became downright moronic when the hierarchy in question was a gang. The other thing was that none of the other men thought Jamie was no longer salvageable: even among the demimonde, the wives were granted a certain amount of irrefutable respect regardless of what kind of men they were married to.

"No, I swear to God, boss, I didn't mean anything by what I said." It seemed ridiculously hard to believe that it was the same man that was gatekeeping your own dining room just minutes ago. "I was just being stupid, sir."

"You do seem really good at that," Billy answered with a mocking smile on his face. He appeared to be... enjoying that whole lark.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend," Jamie reassured. His eyes wandered everywhere but Billy's face - he simply lacked the courage to look his boss in the eye.

"Don't apologize to me, you idiot," Billy spat out. If the dining table was any shorter, you were sure he would vault over it and strangle that man with bare hands. "Apologize to the lady you dared to talk shit to."

This wasn't the first time Billy got slightly overprotective. Although you did find his attitude tiring at times, you knew it came from a good place - he loved you a little too much to bear seeing you being pushed around. In his mind, you were nothing short of a queen and he was going to demand others treat you the same way.

Jamie turned back to you. His face was pale, his hands were shaking and tears began pooling in his eyes - if that man was anything, it was terrified. It was such a sudden change of demeanour you couldn't quite wrap your head around it.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it wasn't my intention to offend, I swear," he said rushing his words.

"Don't sweat it, Jamie," you reassured him while slightly shaking your head. Truth be told, he did anger you but it wasn't something worth escalating - judging by his sudden fear, he probably learned his lesson already. Although you were still talking to the blond man, your eyes wandered to meet Billy's. You wanted to make sure you got your point across. "We're all good."

Billy's eyes remained squinted as he continued to stare at Jamie with vivid contempt. He was unconsciously tapping his fingers against the surface of the table. You could tell that he wasn't over the situation just yet, despite your sincere assurance.

"Come on, Jamie." Billy gestured at the younger man to come closer. His voice was suddenly softer - something that made very little sense given the situation and his obvious anger. "Let me give you some advice."

Reluctantly, Jamie began walking towards Billy while all the other men took a step back to let him pass. Although their daily lives were filled with life-endangering situations, they withheld their breaths while Billy Russo was quite clearly upset with someone. Only once did you wonder what tactics got Billy's subordinates so docile towards him but you quickly realized that the truth could be, most probably, fairly horrifying or at least deeply unsettling, so you never paid it much thought anymore - for your own peace of mind.

When Jamie was within reach, Billy suddenly grabbed his jacket and forcefully pushed him against the wall. Not letting go of the poor man, he hit the wall with his head a few times before leaning in and whispering a promise he was surely going to keep:

"If you ever talk to her like that again, I will kill you."

Billy hit the man against the wall once more before letting go of his clothes. The man fell to his knees, his body swaying due to dizziness. He seemed to have a fair amount of trouble aiming his sleeve at his nose to wipe the blood that was running out of it. Billy sat back down at the top of the table and casually looked around at the silent, anxious men:

"So, where have we left off?"

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[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Halp, Chelsuuuiii, halp 😭

This is werepanther Billy, deadass, cocky and confident and eager to tease his girlfriend.

Makes her sit in his lap and rubs herself on him, loves how needy she looks, coos when she asks to cum.

Slips a hand down to help her, watches her gush all over him, listens to her little sobs

God... Agony of Desire Billy. Takes good press photos to make sure everyone knows he's legit and makes you sit on his cock and look at them while he tells you all the wicked things he got away with while they were being taken.

Oof

Either way I want him to rearrange my insides you know?

#ask #werepanther!billy russo #mafia!billy russo #the agony of desire #billy russo smut

[asirensrage]

Mise en Place - A "choose your own adventure" style fic - Part 1

Fandom: Punisher AU Rating: Likely Explicit. Pairing: Billy Russo x OC Warnings: Dark!Fic, threats, murder, obsession, swearing, 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: And so, we begin! Heed the warnings! This chapter is not rated explicit but others will be.

If there was one word to describe herself lately, Nadine would say it’s exhausted. 

Her day had been filled with deliveries that were improperly made, a sous chef quitting without notice, and at least one customer who wanted to argue with her over their order. Honestly, she just wants to go home, open a bottle of wine and then crawl into bed. 

She presses the button to call the elevator, glancing at another sign informing the occupants that there will be another change made to the building. Since the ownership changeover, they’ve been making multiple improvements. Luckily none of it seemed to involve raising the rent. Yet. 

The doors open and she slips in. There’s someone already there, coming up from the parking lot. Of course, it’s her luck that when she’s covered in grease, food splatters and sweat, rocking second day hair that she runs into him again. 

Billy is standing there, in a well-pressed suit and smelling better than any man has a right to. It’s been enough of a day that she doesn’t even bother looking at him. They hooked up a few times, back when things weren’t so hectic. It was fantastic but both of them had their lives and she had no intention to tie herself down. Not when she’s trying to keep this restaurant alive when everything else around them keeps failing and being bought out. 

He doesn’t greet her, too busy texting. It’s not a surprise. His work always had his attention first. It’s part of why they fit so well together. The button for their floor is already pressed so she leans against the wall and waits. Her eyes close and she tries to hold back a yawn. She can practically feel the comfort of her bed waiting for her. She just has to get to it. 

She peeks out at the man in the elevator with her. It really was unfair that he looks as good as does. Him and his perfect suits, bright ties and… She pauses. Her eyes narrow as she realizes what she’s seeing. There is blood on his clothes. She glances up and sees more blood splattered against his hands. She looks at his face…and finds him staring back at her. 

mise en place tag: @muchadoaboutcj billy russo tag: @wheresthesunshinesblog  

general tag: @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse @endless-oc-creations  @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @chrissymunson

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[marvelmusing]

Mafia!Billy running a garage as a front (before he usurps Rawlins and takes over Anvil) and him having it bad for the cute rival mechanic from the shop across the street (and rival as in that they just run a garage, not a mob front)

This idea sort of ran away from me...

Since his garage is only a front, sometimes he nudges the normal customers towards your shop. His criminal contacts can always get their cars and bikes fixed with him, but when it comes to law abiding citizens he’s mysteriously fully booked and suggests the place across the road.

You notice how busy his days are. He’s always covered in oil smudges and running his hands through his hair as he works on the cars, which distracts you on the regular. You also notice his own bike propped up against the side of his shop, neglected after he’d run into an issue that he hadn’t had the time to fix. Imagine his surprise when he heads out the back door one night and sees his bike washed and fixed with your business card slotted under the seat.

From then onwards, Billy begins to leave little treats for you to find in your workshop. Sweet treats, flowers, little trinkets that he thinks you would like. Frank teases him, remarking that it was almost as if Billy Russo was aiming for quality over quantity for once - to which Billy shoves his shoulder and grumbles under his breath. Although, despite how close you think the two of you are becoming, he never lets you into his office.

Then one day he disappears. His shop is closed, the doors bolted and locked. There's no sign of anyone. Every day that goes by, you glance over at the vacant shop over the road, its owner never far from your thoughts.

Months go by. You hear about a local politician being arrested for involvement in some serious criminal activity, and a high-ranking CIA worker being fired for corruption. Everyone is talking about the stirrings in the criminal underworld. Someone is bound to take the place of whichever one of them had been running things.

A security firm opens up nearby, and you hear they’ve got some of the best working for them. A few of their employees stop by your shop every now and then; they all seem nice enough, and tip well.

Then one afternoon a Rolls Royce pulls up in your garage. You're underneath a car when the owner climbs out and calls out casually,

“I want the best kinda wash you do, a hard wax, and there's a scratch on my left rear door. Think you can handle that, sweetheart?”

The man is tall, hair slicked back, and even with his back to you, you can tell his suit is designer. The voice is familiar, but you’re too annoyed to ponder it as you retort snidely,

“I can handle a hell of a lot more than washing cars, sir.” You rub your hands on a rag, tossing it away once they’re somewhat clean, and stand to face him.

“Don’t I know it.” The man turns, a smirk on his lips, and your jaw drops.

“Billy?”

He grins, watching your eyes widen as you take in every inch of his new appearance.

“What happened to sir? I liked the sound of that.” You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head as you step closer.

“You would, wouldn’t you?”

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[celestialspecial]

Where is my mafia!Billy where you’re both the children of rival crime gangs in New York and his father dies making him rise to be the new head honcho in charge and your father sets up an arranged marriage between the two of you?

#mafia!billy russo #is very popular #where is my Romeo and Juliet gangs of New York #with billy Russo #billy russo #the punisher au

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Mafia Billy Russo Moodboard

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The Damned (Billy Russo x Reader)- Masterlist

Summary:

You’re promised to a rival mob boss’s son, to end a long lasting war between your families. Having accepted your new fate, your plans are deterred when you’re introduced to your soon-to be husband’s best friend, Billy Russo. 

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#billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #the punisher #mafia au #the damned

[nvmpadfoot]

MUAHAHAH BAHAAHA 😭😳🙈

"Let me be your woman" 😳

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[dreamlandcreations]

Arranged Marriage AU

mob boss!Billy Russo x Reader

• moodboards masterlist •

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[aliypop]

Amore (1960′s Mafia Au)

Note: This took me 2 weeks to write this, it’s my longest fic ever also learned that apparently Frank has a brother and a sister so... yeah!

Pairing: POC OC X CANON

Word count: 13,698

Warning: Violence, Smut, Triggering matters (Panic Attack) 

A/N: Was I inspired by The Many Saints Of Newark ... Yes yes I was 

Reblogs Likes Comments are all appreciated !!

"Did any of these assholes mess with ya..." Jason asked. His revolver pointed against the victim's head. "No, but you've marked your territory so hard he's gonna be scared shitless when you know who walks in," Dick mumbled, "Who... you mean Ezra?" his sleeves rolled up. Jason Todd was known as the loyal weapon to the Wayne family mob. Seeing him was almost like seeing "Bruce... please I!" 

"Downstairs now." was all the brooding don said, snapping his fingers to alert his sons. Bruce Thomas Wayne wasn't your usual don. Sure he had his cover-ups, Bruce had his family who he didn't want in doing some of his jobs, but he never killed, though it's not to say that those who crossed him had better wished to be dead than feel the fury of the batman. Walking down the halls of the inherited Gotham New Jersey mansion, Dick and Jason could hear the walls talking, and by that, they meant the secrets behind them. 

"No, you were being possessive," Dick could hear Tim say. He must've been talking to Barbra, who was an informant. Tim was the brains of the family. He could plan a hit faster than the man of the hour Bruce himself, probably even considered to be Bruce's unofficial underboss. 

"Aye, Tim." Dick beckoned.

"What..."

"Bruce wants us all downstairs." 

"Be there in a minute Richard." he rolled his eyes and the cuffs of his sleeves.

"Now..." 

"You're a monster!"

"Eh, I'd say an animal you can't put down but sure," Ezra said. Ezra was Bruce's second daughter. Ezra was the animal, the messenger, a bad omen if you will, the reason the Waynes should have stock in present box ribbons. Although her father had the no-kill rule, she wouldn't lie and say that she hadn't achieved what he wouldn't do, or else she wouldn't have gotten her title. As one of the floorboards creaked, Ezra pulled a pistol out of her pant pocket, pointing it toward the door. 

"Aye, don't shoot. Bruce wants you downstairs." Jason held his hands up. 

"What's for dinner." Ezra pulled her gun down.

"I suggest you think before ya speak..." a melodic laugh coming from behind the butler. "Why should I listen to you, huh you ain't nothing but a dumb broad..."One of Maroni's men said,

 "Oh. Because the last person who didn't ended up losing more than his tongue." bashing his head into the marble countertops. Looking at her chipped Arden pink manicured nails, Yonah took a fist full of the Maroni mobs soldier bringing his head towards one of the stove eyes, "Ms. Wayne..." Alfred grabbed her by the arm. Yonah, the eldest daughter in which she; was born only a minute before her sister Ezra. Yonah was the honey pot and a con-woman, but it did help that she had a law degree. She could talk herself into anything as much as she could talk someone out of it. All while wearing her pencil dresses and Audrey Hepburn Breakfast at Tiffany's updo. "Yes, Alfred..."

"The Spaghetti Alla Puttanesca..." he gestured to the bubbling pot, "Shit..." she mumbled under her breath, "Could you handle him..." she asked, seeing that the man was unconsciously on the ground. 

"Can you handle plating the main dish?" he asked,

"If it's Lobster Thermidor, I can plate it in my sleep." she winked. 

"Spoken like your mother. Rest her soul," he mumbled, escorting the body out the back. Around the table were Dick, Jason, and Tim, all dressed in their Sunday best for dinner. Bruce had been upstairs finishing a meeting with Salvatore Maroni about some property in New York. He had heard about the rage of everyone going over the bridge, and he wanted in, but he wanted something that could prove the worth of his potential successors. Yonah and Ezra.

"No, he's gonna pick me," Jason said, crossing his feet on the table, his black Chelsea boots still shining. 

"You're a trigger-happy măgar, Todd. He's not going to pick you." buttering up the warm rolls that Alfred baked. "It would be neither of you," Tim smirked, 

"How the hell would you know?"

"Yeah, how would you know," Yonah asked, setting down the pasta. "Let me spell it out for you, Timothy Wayne." a smug look on his face. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she grimaced at her adopted brother. 

"Think about it." he winked, and suddenly his green eyes were punchable.

 "It's 1967. A woman can do the job as an underboss," she stated, 

"Name one," Jason said as Dick drank his wine,

"Ma..."

"She doesn't count Bruce didn't appoint-"

 "Careful she might-"

POW!

"Next one to say something gets-"

"Gets what..." the heavy presence of Bruce looming through the room. "Nothing at all, Daddy." she straightened up, "What happened to Jason's nose," he asked, sitting down as Yonah sat next to him on the right-hand side. 

"Talking shit, and Yonah hit him." Dick shrugged, "He deserved it." Tim responded as Jason only rocked, back his feet off the table. With the napkin on his nose. Bruce only glared at his daughter, "Where's your sister..." he asked, "Checking out locations for some bar." she shrugged, "I told her it'd be a waste to buy one here in Jersey." she sighed as Alfred brought on the main course, taking her seat, "But we live in Gotham City New Jersey," Tim stated as Bruce only listened,

 "Yeah, you can't throw a rock without hitting us, a Cobblepot, a Dent, a Falcone, or an Arkham," she stated as Bruce nodded, eating his Lobster.

" And if we plot outside Gotham. You got the Dimeo crime family in Newark." Dick sided with his sister,

 "So, what was your solution," Bruce asked as she sipped lemonade from her wine glass. "I conned Maroni, told em I'd give one of his men a good time for a nice sized spot in Hell's Kitchen." twirling the noodles with a fork and spoon, "Did you get the money?" Jason asked, 

"I got the money first. You know that." watching as Bruce looked uninterested in the conversation. 

"What else happened?" Dick asked, poking at the lobster thermidor. 

"He chipped my manicure, so I chipped his face. But hey. I got a pink Cadillac out of it."

"Yonah!" Bruce nearly growled,

"Alfred took care of the rest." she sighed. If it was one thing he could never forget, just like her mother and him, she was unpredictable, much like the weather.

"So when do you leave for Hell's kitch-."

"She leaves tomorrow." Bruce deadpanned. If his daughter wanted to play big boy games behind his back only for him to clean up the mess, she had to learn the big boy way. "Is that so," Yonah asked. There it goes, the storm behind her blue-green-colored eyes. Sometimes when he looked into them, he could see remnants of Yazela through them. But tonight, he only saw himself. Her brown skin began to boil over in small splotches of red, 

"It is. I suggest you pack heavy winters there aren't like here."

"Oh, A fanabla," Yonah growled as her brothers laughed at her outburst, "I hope you three choke on your pasta," she grumbled, going upstairs, Bruce following her.

"So, what did I miss?" Ezra asked, hands in her pockets.

"Yonah had a meltdown. Where'd your hair go." noticing long curls cut into a bob. 

"Got it cut."

"You look like a boy."

"Vai da puttane e fatti fottere stronzo." Ezra stuck her tongue out at Jason, the two chuckling.

"You just can't admit that what you did was wrong, can you!" Yonah shouted at her father, packing her clothes, "Neither can you." handing over her fur coat. "What did I do wrong this time, huh," she asked, 

"You bought a building behind my back." 

"You signed off on it." packing her heels, "And weren't you just saying last week you wanted more cover-ups in other areas." Bruce grew silent, 

"We can't grow as a cartel if we don't branch out. Mother was right. We can't just stay in Goth-"

"And where did that get her." he asked as she looked at him, "That wasn't what killed her, and you know it!" taking the keys off her dresser,

 "Yonah Shanel Wayne..."

"Tell Ezra we're leaving tonight." 

"Where the hell are we going..." 

"To paradise. Pack warm and heavy if you're not out of this house in ten. I'm leaving you here." she brushed past her father. 

Frankie Valli Can't Take My Eyes Off You played on the radio as their hour-and-a-half drive to New York began. "You know, Yon. I was thinking we get a place we get girls to make em informants and-" taking a puff from her cigarette as her sister sighed, "Bad idea," her eyes on the snow-filled road, "Bad idea?" Ezra asked, "Look, last time I tried to let you run your tit bar, you fell short on the girls. " Ezra scoffed, blowing the smoke out the window, "I did not..." 

"I kept with the finances, and you did come up short. You got jealous every time they did their jobs." she laughed as her sister got quiet, 

"I-I..."  

"Harley, Ivy, Dinah, should I keep going." 

"I get it, jeez..."

"Good, "

"Where are we staying." Yonah groaned as if her sister was an instant reminder of birth control. "With a friend for a bit until things clear for the penthouse in Midtown Manhattan." 

BANG

        BANG

BANG

"Who's there..." the bible, playing from the other side of the door. "It's me, Father Murdock," Yonah said, 

"Me who." she could hear the smug grin on his face.

"Yonah, your little favorite sinner." she batted her eyes as he laughed, "And Ezra's here too." Matthew (Matt) Michael Murdock, the crooked yet devoted catholic so devoted he became a priest and informant, "Aren't priest not supposed to drink?" Ezra mentioned, drink in his hand. 

"He turned water into wine."

"And that's scotch, Matty boy," Yonah smirked, taking a sip of it as she kissed him on the cheek, 

"Still charming." 

"Still having sex with some of the nuns."

"Still ripping fingernails out from your sister's fingers."

"Just grew the pinky back last month," Ezra said, setting down her suitcase. Matthew and Yonah had gone to school together. Of course, he was supposed to be a lawyer, but he instead went to be a man of the cloth. Yonah still couldn't take her eyes off him. He was still as handsome as ever, with slicked-back hair and the way his crucifix dangled over his chest. He was never one to sleep in a shirt. "You're staring," he mentioned. Just below the tip of the cross was a deep cut from Elektra, the last fight he was tied to before Matt had become an informant. "Yeah... kinda hard not to." she laughed, "I still remember that night," she murmured, his hand under her chin as he leaned in, still wearing his dad's favorite aftershave.

 "So. uh, I'm going to take the bedroom... am I interrupting something..."

"No... not at all." the two said, hearing his bedroom door slam. "I guess you and I got the couch like old times?" he joked, "Minus the touching and cuddling," she mentioned digging in her suitcase for her sheer nightgown. 

"I'd never."

"I can hear your shit-eating grin."

"And I can hear the pink Cadillac downstairs. How'd you manage to get it." 

"Stole the keys from a lady named Fish, left the money in return, used the money in the trunk of it to buy a bar." peaking out the bathroom, knowing Matt could sense her presence. "Is it a wise purchase?" he questioned, 

"What did Bruce say?" 

" Oh, vaffanculo..."

"Language." he chastised like a nun in a catholic school, "He upset you this time, huh..." he asked, sitting her down in his lap. "Yeah, how could you tell..." she asked, "Don't say you can hear the blood rushing through my body." she playfully chirped as he rolled his eyes, "No, I just know your temper." he laughed. 

As the morning crept closer, Bruce began to contemplate whether or not to follow his headstrong daughter down to New York. Of course, he had other engagements like the family business and keeping the other crime families at the bottom where they belonged. "Dick..." Dick stood by his side. "Yes, Bruce, See to it; that Ezra and Yonah are okay," he commanded as Dick gave him a nod and left.

"So where are we going..." Ezra asked, watching her sister flatten out her low-cut red velvet pencil skirt dress, her fur coat wrapped around her body. "It's a surprise." she smiled, 

"I don't like surprises." 

"You'll like this one." she winked, teasing her hair into her mother's signature beehive, 

"You're making me sound like a goomah," Ezra said, the two of them doing their cat eyeliner in the mirror, Ezra with her perfect edge and Yonah using the edge of Matt's shaving razor. "Takes one to know one," she commented. Ezra fixed her capri pants. The cuffs tucked in her gogo boots, arm garters around the sleeves of her button-up as she then straightened her tie, 

"Can you present yourself feminine at least once in your life? After all, this isn't Gotham." 

"When you stop trying to replace our mother, then I'll consider it." pointing at the sapphire necklace on her neck. Taking the extra apartment key off Matt's dresser, Yonah and Ezra began to head out the door; from Matt's place, the new bar was down the block, but from their soon apartment, 3 minutes away on a good day. 

The outside was a bit run down, pavement covered by freezing snow. It made Yonah wonder how she spent the stolen money on this. But with love, care, and imagination. She'd have this place open and running in no time. "Is this ours?" Ezra asked, hearing her sister fiddle with the keys. "My name is on the lease, so it's my place and you." she pointed, "Will see to it that it runs." the door opening, cobwebs on the barstool, chipped tiled floor, and a few broken lights. She could see the low lighting, hardwood floors, paintings, the wait staff, and high class but enough to keep hidden. 

"Why do you get all the power in this." 

Yonah only looked at Ezra, "I'm not trusting you with the money. I can barely trust you to blend in." pointing at her clothes. 

" Vaffanculo!"

"Oh, shut up." Yonah groaned, rolling her eyes. She knew a few places in Gotham that could have this place up and running in three days flat, enough time for her to discover what other wanders were around New York that wasn't just Hell's kitchen, taking a business card out of her bra, she handed it to Ezra, 

" Call this number."

"And where are you going?"

"To get a meatball sub." Yonah turned to face her sister, car keys in hand, as she walked out the door. 

"What's this number for!" Ezra mumbled, placing her hand on the dusty bar phone, "Do I have to do everything myself..." pulling at her tie.

"Hello, Cobblepot fashion and furnishings."

Astoria Queens was bustling with cars, businesses, and shops galore. The perfect place to quite possibly get a quick lunchtime sub.

 "Aunt May says hi, by the way."

"M'sure she does, kid." black taper slick back hair framed the face of no other than the Capo of the Castiglione family. And a member of The Devil Dog gang. Francis G. Castiglione, but everyone around town knew him as Frank Castle, the owner of Castle cold cuts, a meat and deli spot. "Aye, long time no see, Rogers..." his voice carrying through the shop. "Where ya been?" patting him on the back, "Just got back from the war, figured I'd celebrate with the best cold cuts in town," Steve said, a laugh coming from the blonde man. 

"Curt!"

"The usual?" Curtis Hoyle, one of many a part of The Devil Dog mob who'd die for Frank if he asked him to, they had both owned the shop as their main cover-up business."The Captain America special." Frank responded as Steve chuckled, 

"You don't have to-"

Frank only shrugged, "Ah, don't worry about it." he smirked. Black heels, a mink coat, and a red velvet pencil dress walked into the meat shop as she removed her scarf with one hand and her sunglasses off her face. "Can I help you?" Yonah looked down at the meat selection for the day, " Told Castle's had the best subs in New York aside from Katz, at least I was told by a guy named Wade Wilison?" she pointed towards the door. "The one time I agree with that bastard..." he mumbled to Curtis. 

"What'dya got a taste for?"

"Italian meatball sub, heavy on the sauce and the mozzarella, bread toasted." 

" A bossy one, eh, Sweetheart..." Yonah balled up her fist as she slowly looked up to see the voice that said it." It's not bossy. A woman knows what she wants when she craves and sees it." her eyes glancing at his bloodied-up apron to his eyes. Yonah's repainted Arden's pink nails tapping on the counter. 

"Makes my job easier." Curtis laughed, watching between the two as he got to work on the meatballs. 

"So, where are you from," Curtis asked, already feeling the thick tension between the two. 

"Jersey," she responded.

"The land of Italians and subs, huh." 

"I wouldn't say all that." Yonah chuckled. "But if you threw a rock, you'd hit one of us." she shrugged."A fellow Italian then." Curtis nudged Frank as he groaned, 

"On my dad's father's side." Yonah smiled, looking around the shop. She could smell the deli cheese and hear the sizzle of the meatballs on the grill. For a split moment, she felt like she was at home again. 

"Hope you like it, Jersey." Frank looked at her. Yonah only looked back at him as she felt a long-forgotten heat creep up her neck. "Jersey, huh... How much for it?" fond of the nickname that he called her, "On the house." Curtis mentioned,

 "Well then, drinks are on me, fella's, when you visit the new bar in Hell's Kitchen," she mentioned,

 "I'll be sure to stop by," Frank mumbled, watching as she bit into the sub, a moment of silence turning into a burst of,

 "Fanabola!" her eyes wide,

"You don't like it, sweetheart," Frank asked, getting a bit defensive, "No, no, it's almost as good as Satriale's in Jersey." she teased, "What's it missin," Frank asked, leaning over the counter, her eyes trying not to stare at his biceps,

 "Mmmm, a tablespoon of red pepper flakes." 

"I'll keep that in mind Jersey." 

"It'll serve you right if you do," she winked, walking out the door.  

"You're about as useful as a screen door on a submarine!" Yonah shouted, paint getting in her hair. Within three days, Yonah had managed to get furniture, liquor, employees and. "I don't fuckin like the wallpaper!" Ezra spat back out. The two couldn't make up their mind on anything for the bar. Yonah wanted a classy hole in the wall, and Ezra wanted it to look like a place The Rolling Stones would crash in. "So you put paint in my hair instead!" her wrangler jeans covered in paint spots, "You already got a chandler in here." she spat, looking at the brown and gold carpet that she got to pick out, which gave her a bit of joy. The bar itself had encrusted mirror tiling. While there was a lounging area of velvet couches and beaded curtains, Yonah came up with an idea,

 "Mirrors as wallpaper and gold paint around it." 

"Sounds perfect." Ezra grinned, "We'll call it The Sparrow lounge." the glittering gleam in her sister's eye at the sound of the name, "It's got a nice ring to it." Yonah shrugged, thinking of who she could highjack for mirrors. 

"Aye Yon..." 

"Hmm... Yes, Ez?" she responded, paintbrush in hand. 

"I was thinking of going to this restaurant and..." Ezra nearly choked on her words, "And what..." Yonah dead panned much like Bruce, 

"I would like for you to dress me..." she gulped, seeing the grin on her sister's face. 

Later that night, Ezra had gone through Yonah's beauty Bootcamp, golden nail polish, a soft blush on her face, lipstick, a gold tent dress to match and- 

"You're not wearing those..."

"What's wrong with my go-go boots." 

"Heels are more punctual, graceful, and elegant. If you are going to represent the Wayne Family do it with dignity." pushing the heels in Ezra's arms. "I'm not wearin these..." she grumbled, "Scared you can't walk in them." Yonah teased as her sister plopped onto Matt's bed, putting the heels on as she stood up wobbly-legged, 

"So, are you going to teach me?"  

"You'll figure it out." her legs crossed, looking through her beauty magazine, 

"Two rules,"

"And those are?"

"Don't be out too long, and don't get my dress dirty. And if you think about bringing someone back, don't bring a girl back here." 

"That's three..."

"Go." 

The stage beamed with lights as the band played, couples gathering around the shiny hardwood floor. Sitting across from the dance floor was William (Billy) Russo, the underboss of the Castiglione mob. He owned a dance hall in upper Manhattan called Albany, a place where the gin was hot, and the action on the dance floor oozed with lust. "Do we have a deal, Russo?" Billy looked up at Bucky, his eyes glancing at him and then back at his steak. Gold stiletto heels clicked on the dance floor, rhinestone accents glimmering by the light, brown skin accented by her matching tent dress as the Jazz singer sang a cover of Nature Boy by Nat King Cole. At the moment, she was ethereal, unreal, and she would be his, 

"Russo..." 

Raising his hand, he removed himself from his steak and his seat. Walking towards the woman, he could feel that no one else was on the dance floor but them. Short blonde curly hair swayed with her every movement,

"Care to dance?" a hand reaching out for hers.

"She's dancing with me." Billy took her by the hand, a gentle kiss on the back. "Billy Russo." he winked, pulling her close to him. 

" I didn't need saving." she grumbled, "And I know who you are." she mentioned, her hand wrapped around his back, positioned for a waltz, "Dito, Ms. Wayne..." Billy smirked as he dipped her, 

"Do you treat every girl who comes your way like this?"

"Yeah, but they usually melt after this point, a lot less thrill..." Billy mentioned bringing her back up as he whispered in her ear. He was playing a dangerous game with Ezra, and he knew it, the master of charm flirting with the woman who wrote the handbook. "Maybe you haven't tried hard enough, Mr. Russo." the hairs on his neck stood up. 

"What makes you say that." the two swaying back and forth, "This is usually the part where one of us says your place or mine." she winked, trying to walk towards the bar, Billy taking her by the wrist and spinning her in his chest. 

"You know what sounds great right now..." Billy leaned in.

"A Manhattan or three and a quickie." she half-joked.

"Where's Ez?" Matt asked as Yonah had turned the little bits of his food in the fridge into a meal, "She went to explore the competition." she shrugged, 

"So her usual."

"Pretty much." bringing the spoon full of soup to his lips, "How'd you even..." 

"A chef never tells her secrets." she smiled, looking up at him. Every time she saw him, the pit of despair in her heart only hurt worse. She loved Matt, but he'd never leave the cloth to be with her, and she had too many responsibilities. "So how's Bruce." he asked, sitting on the countertop, "Still wishing you and I had stayed together." she laughed. It was true. Out of all of her past lovers, Matt had been Bruce's favorite, but he'd never admit it.

"I see..." 

"Since when. " she nudged him, the two laughings. There was silence between them, neither wanting to do anything about it. 

"It's getting late. I should be heading to bed."

"Goodnight, Yon." he kissed her cheek, 

"Night, Matty boy."

BLAM! 

"YONAH, I'M HAVING AN EMERGENCY, AND I NEED YOU TO GET UP RIGHT NOW!" Ezra said in one breath as a shoe flew her way. It was three in the morning, and Yonah had finally fallen asleep. "What is it, and make it quick before I pull your fingernails out and make you eat 'em." she gruffed, her voice deep with sleep. 

"I think I fell in love..."

"Jesus Christ, not this again." she groaned. Propping herself up as Matt stood by the doorframe listening in,

"What's she like." rubbing the fresh sleep out of her eyes.

"He..."

"He?" Matt responded, "Next, you'll say you're wearing a dress and heels." Ezra then got quiet as she wobbled towards the bed, 

"That explains why my feet are cold. Hell must have frozen over." Matt joked as Ezra threw a pillow at him. "Well, tell me, what's this guy like." Yonah smiled, trying to be supportive. 

"He's tall, dark, and handsome."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't date my sisters." both Yonah and Ezra jolted from off the bed as Matt had a small smug smile. "DICKIE!" Yonah nearly squeezed him to death, ruffling up his hair. "Aye, nice to see you too," he chuckled, "Matt." he turned to look at the sleepy redhead as he nodded back at him.

 "So what's gotten into you, Ez." 

"A man..." she mumbled, wiping the blush off her cheeks. Dick only laughed, thinking his sister was joking until the silence around him grew. 

"She's..."

 "Very." 

The cold winter sun beat down on the frozen concrete of Queens with busy streets. Knee-high boots made their way down as the sound of busy honking and the bustle of people walking by filled the December New York air. 

"Mattina Curtis." big black bouffant hair walking through the door, 

"Morning, Elena." Curtis smiled. Her bright orange mini dress radiated through the deli shop. "Is Frankie in yet?" tapping her fingers on the counter, 

"He's in the back." 

"Let me guess, polishin his guns or talking to Russo?" Curtis looked at her as she nodded, 

"Ah, got it, I'll just wait here then." she laughed,

 "Do you want anything while you wait?"

"Mmm, I could go for a sub." she shrugged, her hands fiddling with the newspaper, eyes scanning over the headlines about the president and any other useless information. 

"Ya heard about the new bar in Hell's Kitchen?"

"New bar?" Elena looked at Curtis, "New bar?" she responded, 

"Yeah, just opened up last night." Curtis mentioned, "Been trying to convince that big pound of muscle in the back to go but-" 

"To go where?" Wiping the blood off his hands, 

"Out, Frankie," Elena said, looking at her brother. Frank only grunted, pulling out the bread knife. His eyes had been watching the clock on the wall as if he were waiting for someone. "Curt, help me, out will ya..." she whispered. 

"Well..."

"FRANKIE!" Billy shouted, nearly busting through the door. A three-piece suit on, Frank only groaned, knowing what the tone could mean, 

"Hello to you too, Russo..." Elena interjected as Billy only rolled her eyes, "Lena," he scoffed, 

"Whadya want Bill..."

"You, me, Curt, we're going out tonight," he commanded 

"On a hit?" Elena asked,

"Scope out competition at The Sparrow lounge," Billy smirked, 

"What's special about it..."

"They're takin, my customers, at the Astoria," he mumbled as Elena and Curtis laughed, Frank's eyes still following the ticking clock,

 "What the fuck are you waitin on Frankie."

DING!

Twelve O clock on the dot, like blood work, came the woman he was waiting for, dressed like Jackie O in her pink suit and fur coat, shades covering her eyes and a scarf covering her hair from the flurries,

"Am I interrupting something?" 

 It was almost like her theme song, "I say a little pray for you," played on the shops' radio as Billy and Elena looked at the woman. She came from money by the quality of her clothes. And the jewelry dangling from her brown skin. 

"Ay Jersey, I didn't think you was gonna show up today." Frank smirked, "Already got the meatballs on the grill." 

"You didn't forget the flakes, did you."

"Jesus Christ, you an the pepper flakes." he chuckled. 

"The best part I like a little spice. Mr. Butcherman." 

"Nice one, Yon." Curtis laughed as Elena noticed the faint blush on her brother's cheeks. Within a week, Yonah had become a regular shop known name and patron of the "Jersey special." Frank rang the bell giving her. Her sub. "So, Frankie, you going out with us tonight or what," Billy asked, 

"Yeah, are we..." Elena egged on as Yonah chuckled, biting into her sub and shopping around for meat. "Going out ain't my thing anymore." he shrugged,

 "Frank... We gotta check this Sparrow lounge out."Elena suggested watching as Curtis packed up all the meat Yonah picked out, 

"Besides, I did say the drinks were on me." Yonah winked, "Doors open at 7." she said, walking out of the shop. 

"Do you think I'll see him again?" Ezra asked, putting on her mascara, a three-piece suit in gold, and gogo boots to match, "Depends if you scared him off." Dick smirked, helping his sister fix her tie. Yonah stepped out of the bathroom, her hair in a beehive, a skin-tight little black dress with ostrich feathers coming up the split on the side. Black heels to match, the necklace she had adored so much sat pretty on her neck. 

"Mom's sapphires, huh..." Dick said, "They suit you." 

"But not tonight." Ezra rolled her eyes, 

"Why not." 

 "You need to get out more."

"I do go out. I'm a con woman, a honey pot." Yonah posed. 

"And whens the last time you got some nookie?" Dick asked, agreeing with Ezra. 

"Fungoli," 

"You talk to Bruce with that mouth." he chuckled as she jingled her keys to her Cadillac. "I'll meet you there." Dick winked his keys in hand. 

Business at the bar was booming. They'd found a small band to play nightly. All while drinks poured freely, and the money came easy. 

"Another tonic Cage?"

"You know it." Luke said, "And one for-"

"Jessica," Yonah finished his sentence as he smirked, her hands busy mixing drinks. She barely had any time to welcome the uproar of guests walking in. All Dick could see coming in the room were the finest suits, almost as if they were the Rat Pack.

 "I feel stupid..."

"Eh, you clean up nicely, Frankie." Billy winked, patting Frank on his back,

 "Gotta agree. I mean, maybe you might go home with someone." Curtis suggested. Frank only grumbled as the three walked in. Billy noticed the crushed velvet couches first, then the band, and finally. 

"You're losing my interest which is very dangerous, Ms. Wayne." Madani rolled her eyes. Ezra only chuckled as she kissed her hand, "Excuse me, gentlemen." Pushing past Frank and Curtis as he made his way over. 

"I'm grabbing a scotch for myself." Curtis winked, walking off towards the bar, 

"You want one?" 

"Eh, more of a wine and beer guy," he mentioned walking over. Black dinner jackets and skull cufflinks sat at the bar, taking in the music, "What can I get you-" Dick asked, not even noticing who he was asking, 

"Aye, Frankster!" shooting him finger guns as Frank had only responded in a nod, 

"What brings you by, stress at the shop, the other business... women." 

"I was offered a free drink." 

"By who?" Dick asked, 

"AYE, WATCH HOW YOU HANDLE THAT!" 

"Everything alright, Jersey..." both Ezra and Yonah looked up as Ezra almost dropped the bottle of liquor, "Which one of us are you callin Jersey..."Ezra growled,

"The one in a dress." Foggy remarked, martini in hand, "Everything's fine, Mista Butchaman."Yonah smiled, letting the collar of Ezra's suit go as she threw her into,

"Billy, you came!" 

"You clean up nice, Dickie, a glass of Bordeaux Burgundy." 

"Coming right up, boss." Dick joked. He still had no idea how he became bar tender number two. 

"Fancy wine there, eh sweetheart?" he mentioned, eyes trailing at the bits of skin showing in her black dress, "It's on the house, so you deserve the best." she shrugged, "Right, Curt." 

"As long as these drinks keep landing in my hand, I'll agree with anything." he smiled, sipping out his glass. 

"I'll make sure Dickie over there keeps em pourin out." catching the wine glass sliding down the bar as she handed it to Frank, 

"YON!" Ezra shouted,

"Excuse me, gentlemen," she huffed, walking from behind, her heels moving at the speed of light. Cuddled up were Billy and Ezra, the two already looking like love-sick idiots, holding two gin tonics in hand as Yonah only sighed, "You could have came to the bar, you know." she said with gritted teeth, 

"Mmm, but I'm hostin right now."

"Of course you are." Yonah growled as Billy gave her a smirk, "You must be Jersey." 

"And you must be my sister's new and first goomba. Must be a high honor to stoop so low." she pulled her hand back before he could kiss it. 

"Frank told me a bit about you an the meatball subs."

"Right, you were at the store earlier." she tried to play nice amongst the man who had the slithering trust of a snake. He was cute, but he was no, 

"Aye Yon..."

"Yes, what now what..." she sighed, almost pulling her hair out. "Someone bought you a drink." a thick Russian accent followed the words.

 "Thank you, Yelena. Tell them I said I don't drink on the -" Yelena then pointed to the secret drink buyer as Yonah nodded, "I'll be right over." Yonah was already over her head in heaps of work and keeping down threats that Ezra didn't know about, but she had to keep up the appearances that made the Wayne family mob gratefully feared. 

Frank watched as she bounced from one part of the lounge to another, like a chicken without a head. Just like himself, she needed a break. 

"Is she always like that?"

"Sadly yes," Dick sighed, watching along, "She tries to do more so she won't feel like she's less." he shrugged, cleaning up the glasses. "She's been like that since our mother died." his eyes following the crowds of people, slowly leaving, 

"Hey, don't expect me home-"

Yonah, Frank, and Dick laughed as Billy and Ezra stood before them, a bit drunk and handsy, "Just be here by noon." Dick smirked as Yonah took a deep breath heading into her office to look over the books and other things. 

"Well, you two are welcome to stay. Listen to some records. I have receipts to book." Yonah smiled as Frank nodded, 

"See you tomorrow Jersey..."

"Always." she winked, walking up to her office. There it was, the twinge Frank had dreaded for a while, the feeling he nearly loathed, admiration. Heading back to his apartment, all he could think of was how someone so sweet and kind would even invite a monster such as himself to a place like that. 

"They're afraid of me, you know..." Yonah smirked, filing her nails, " Course I don't blame em, I'm afraid of me too." she looked across her office chair. There sat Rumlow. He owed the Waynes a huge lump-some of money, and Yonah had just so happened to spot him at the bar tonight. "What's that got to do with me." a dark chuckle left the sharp woman's lips, snapping her fingers, her brother by her side, 

"You owe us, Mr. Rumlow..." she smirked, "And when you owe us, you owe me..." 

"I don't owe you shit!" he spat at her as she gasped, "How fucking rude..." she slapped him across the face as he laughed, 

"I'll make you an offer..." 

"What a sweet piece of your ass as payment." Dick growled at him as Yonah put her hand up, "Please if I wanted to catch a quick fuck it wouldn't be you." she rolled her eyes,

 "However, my offer is this, pay up, and he won't slice your throat open," she smiled, crossing her legs. 

"And if I don't."

"Well, let's say you'll have to talk to the bat or the file... "

"The bat." he laughed, "Yeah, right, I'll take my chan-" with a snap of her fingers, Dick had nearly sliced his neck open, 

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'LL PAY, I'LL PAY!" 

"You know. Sis, you would make a great Capo." Dick smiled as Yonah laughed. She then looked at her dress, blood boiling as Dick sighed, "What's wrong..." 

"There's blood on my custom Chanel Dress..."

"Breathe..." 

"I had no idea you were into that stuff... glad I found out," Ezra smirked, cuddled up beside Billy. The heat between the two keeping them warm and cozy. "Well, it's more where that came from." he pressed a kiss to her forehead as she sighed happily. In all her rendezvous, she'd never felt like this, like the only woman who mattered, "I could stay like this forever." she stretched, time leaving her, "What's stoppin you." he asked as she shrugged, his lips now on her bare shoulder blades, "Nothin I gu-" she paused as she looked over at the clock,

"Shit..."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm late..."

BING!

Yonah stood cleaning the glasses for the day. A few men had walked in, already eyeing her down as she took a deep breath, "Can I help you, gentlemen..." she asked as they snarled. "Not ones for talking, are we." one of the men coming up to the bar as he slammed his hands down on the table, 

"Why don't you give me a kiss toots." a laugh left her lips. 

"I'm take-" she lied,

"I wasn't asking." he got closer, two of his men on both sides of her, "Yeah, he wasn't askin Ms. sweet tits." hands on her thighs, "Were you asking for this!" taking her dagger from under the bar as she stabbed one guy in the leg, the other with the glass in her hand. Twisting his arm back, she threw his head into the marble floor as he began to claw at her hands. 

"What's the matter too-"

BAM

Blood gushed from the side of his head as she threw him across the floor. "Fucking bitc-" her heel pressed into his neck as her red lips loomed over him. "You tell Carlo Falcone the only kiss he's gettin his death." she gritted her teeth as he nodded ferociously. 

"So, anyways, that's how I got this hickey," Ezra said, walking in with Dick as the two stepped over the bodies of goons, their sister behind the bar with two drinks ready. 

"You're late..." 

"And there's two unconscious bodies behind you." 

"They fucked up my nail polish. I fucked up their faces." taking her keys from her purse. 

"And where are you going?"

"Getting a meatball sub..."

"Mhmm..." Dick smirked, "That's what you crazy kids are calling it now, huh."

"Do you want one too or something?" She asked. 

"No, no, it's fine."

"Waitin on... what's he call Curt, Jersey?" she sing songed as Curtis laughed, "She's just usually her by now," Frank responded to Elena as she chuckled,

"So you have a schedule on her." 

"No."

"I'm sure he does," Billy said, walking out the back of the shop. "Probably knows her favorite perfume by now..." he mumbled, 

"Like you know the other girl you were with." 

"Her names Ezra and she wears Casaque." he huffed as Elena laughed, "A sap, and he's only known her for a week or so," she asked Frank. He didn't look at all together like usual. He looked as if he were anywhere but behind the counter. "Frank..." Curtis asked, but he wouldn't budge, "Frankie..." Billy asked, 

"Francis..." Elena said,

"Yeah..."

"You okay up there..." 

"Yeah..." He lied, 

"Francis, don't you lie to me." the look of their mother in her eyes. "Fine..." he rolled his eyes, annoyed at his sister. There was a spark behind his eyes, one she remembered all too well, 

"You think falling into your emotions will make you forget Maria, don'tcha..." she asked as Frank turned to look at her. Oh, how he hated that she could read him like a book. He grumbled as she laughed, "Sit ... sit..." the tiles in the store were a bit cold, his headed resting on her shoulder like when they were little. 

 "I feel stupid." 

"No, you don't." she hummed, "You feel scared, a little confused, mmm lovesick maybe... If I had to take a guess." Frank laughed, "Never been lovesick..." he scoffed as his sister glanced, "So the way you look at Jersey ain't the same way you looked at Maria?" Frank was silent as he thought about her, 

"That's different." 

"Is it, though." she smiled, "I see you smile at her, you get happier around her, you talk more." she giggled, "You flirt a little." Frank nudged her as she nudged back, 

"Look, has it ever occurred to you... maybe Maria sent her your way, as I don't know, a second chance at love?" 

"I couldn't-"

"You should, and you can. Besides, you'll end up like ma,"

"Whadya mean like ma."

"Changin' cars and listenin to Dean Martin." she chuckled, "Speaking of..." reaching down in her coat pocket, "I got two tickets to Frank Sinatra and the Copa..." 

"Who'd you shake down to get those." Frank glared, helping his sister stand up. "More like who shook me..." she smirked, "Lena..." he glowered at his sister, 

"If Mr. Swoonatra asks, tell him sweet lips, Lena gave you the tickets." 

"Elena..." Frank began to brood,

"Ah... ah... ah, you deserve it. I'll close up shop."

"Elena.."

"Go." 

"You two can go ahead home without me..." Yonah smiled, "I'll close up shop." she shrugged her shoulders, dressed in a pink silkstone mermaid evening gown, hoping that Frank would've shown up. "You sure you don't wanna go out?" Ezra asked. Yonah shooed her away, "I have responsibilities." she sighed, counting the money as Dick watched her. She looked like a splitting image of their mother. Her hair was in a high curly updo that only god could break apart with how much dippy doo was in it. "Well, if you're sure, we'll be heading out-" Dick smiled as he saw the familiar associate standing at the door. 

"She's at the bar," Dick whispered to Frank as he nodded a few roses in his hand.

"Good luck." Ezra scoffed. 

Writing down the revenue for the night, Yonah had been tapping her fingers and humming until she heard,

 "So... You expectin someone." 

"Depends who's asking." her eyes still looking down. A medium-colored pink rose petal landing in between her book. 

"A nice butcher from Queens..."

Yonah looked up at Frank, little peaks of curls on his head, crisp new tie, 

"Where is this nice butcher going dressed so nicely." handing her the roses his sister got him to give her. 

" The Copa got tickets to see Sinatra." 

"That must be lovely. I hope you two have a good time."

"Me and who?"

"The girl you're probably taking." she smiled, "must be one lucky lady." reaching for the pencil as he reached for her hand, "She would be if she'd let go of that damn pencil." Yonah looked up at Frank, a bit shocked,

 "Well, I don't have time to-"

"Yeah, you do." taking her fur coat off the rack, 

"Then where are we going." putting her arms in her sleeves. 

"It's a surprise."

"Didn't take you for the surprise type, Mr. Castle," she smirked. Frank offered his hand, ushering her out the door, "Neither did I." 

The crisp air blew as the stars lit up the New York night sky. Ezra and Dick sat next to the fireplace drinking spiked hot chocolate, "I bet ten dollars she's sleepin at his place." Ezra smirked as Dick laughed, 

"Nah, ten if they only held hands, 20 if there's kissing." he responded as Ezra snorted, "This is the master of seduction we're talkin about, Ms. Oops, was that my pen." she leaned forward like her sister. Dick glanced as she sighed, "All jokes aside..." Ezra sipped her drink, "She deserves to know what love from someone who isn't us feels like." 

"Ezra saying something nice about Yonnie? she must be dying." he laughed. Ezra punched him in the arm, 

"Sorry, sorry..." 

"The Copa was amazin." Yonah beamed brighter than the moon, "And serenaded by Sinatra." she gasped, "Magical." Frank chuckled, watching her eyes sparkle. He could help but love being the cause of it, "Didn't know you could dance, Jersey." he joked, "Neither did I, I mean you, I didn't take you as the dancin type." she giggled as he spun her around again, "Took lessons for the wedding when I was married." he shrugged, 

"What happened..."

"Whadya mean."

"To your wife, not to pry," she asked as Frank took a shakey breath. Yonah took him by the hand, rubbing her thumb over his, 

"If you don't wanna talk about it, it's okay-"

"She uh died, along with my kids." he sighed, "Daughter and a son." she could see the pain in his eyes as he talked about it. "Threw myself deep into my work after that..." She didn't mean to open wounds, 

"I'm probably borin ya about my life, huh Jersey." 

"No, not at all, My father, he uh lost someone dear." a lump in her throat, holding onto the sapphire necklace, "He threw himself into his work, and I threw myself deep into mine." the two walking as Frank listened, "I never really go out much like I use to, I just worry so much about everyone, and I try so hard to be like her, but I always feel like I-" 

A hint of red wine lingered on her lips, knees going weak, soft lips on hers, eyes closing at the long-forgotten sensation. 

"Sorry I cut you off-" 

Hands gripping at his suit jacket, the feel of her pink lipstick on his lips, softer than the snowflakes falling into her hair, 

The two felt warmer than the brisk air around them.  

"Someone owes me 20 big ones," Dick whispered to Ezra, standing outside watching as their sister was sucking faces with Frank.

 "I don't owe ya shit," she mumbled, 

Pulling away, Frank kissed her forehead as she blushed, "Same time tomorrow?"

"S- Same time for what..."

"A meatball sub~" Dick and Ezra teased as she turned to hiss at them both.

"Ezra, Grayson," he nodded, watching as Ezra took a long drag of her Tareyton cigarette. 

"Goodnight, Castle," Dick said, trying to sound like Bruce.

"Night, Jersey." he winked.

"Night, Mr. Butcherman." she swooned, walking towards the door. Looking back as Frank hummed the tune 

That's Amore.

"So a kiss, huh..." Ezra nudged Yonah as she rolled her eyes. "How'd it happen." Elena asked as Frank shrugged, "It just happened." Yonah responded to Ezra, 

"Was it a good or bad, was there tongue," Dick asked as Yonah playfully sighed,

 "What I gotta know, Frankie..." 

"It was..."

"Amazing," Yonah said in a giddy tone. Sitting by the fireplace as if she were Doris Day or Monroe. 

"Did you take her to the Copa?"

"I did."

"And we danced." Yonah blushed, "All night until it closed." she felt like Cinderella wanting to twirl in joy in hopes he was her prince. 

"All night?" 

She's a big fan of Sinatra." he shrugged, trying to play it cool, 

"Seems she a big fan of you, Frankie." another voice said, coming from the hallways. "Would love to meet her." standing by the kitchen wall was "Mikey..." Frank and Elena's youngest brother, 

"Where have you been, you little bastard," Elena asked as he shrugged, a lit cigarette in his mouth, 

"Had to run a few errands for ma, not to mention one for the Waynes." 

"The Waynes... what do they need." Elena asked, "Nothing see in a few weeks the big bats comin' ta town to check on his daughters." he smiled, "He just wants a close eye on em until then." Frank rolled his eyes. He loved his brother. He did, but sometimes he was conniving little shit. "Well, can it wait until tomorrow? Frankie's in love again."

"You're joking, right..."

"I don't think I am." Yonah swooned. 

"How many pounds of Salami again?" Curtis asked as Frank sighed, "2 pounds." Yonah said, her sister's white dress shirt tucked in her black stretch pants. "Two weeks, running the shop, and she's got it down," Curtis smirked as Frank chuckled, 

"I wouldn't give Jersey that much credit." Frank glanced over at her, an apron of blood covering her watching her place the meat into the bag. 

"Have a good wintah break Petah."

"Thanks, Ms. Yonah." he waved, leaving out the store. Yonah had offered to help volunteer during the day while Ezra and Dick prepared the bar for day drinkers and the upcoming events of the night. 

"You can take the girl out of Jersey, but you can't take the jersey out of the girl." 

"Russo..." she deadpanned 

"Yonah," he scoffed, "I'd keep the pants and shirts to your sister, 

"Whatdya want..." she leaned against the counter,

 "An Italian sub for your sister." He smirked. 

Yonah only gave him the middle finger.

"Money's a terrifying thing..." Michael said, sitting across from Dick, "But so is the bat." he responded, the two sharing a glass of scotch.

 "So, what'dya need done, boss," he asked,

"Oh, I'm not the boss," Dick laughed at Michael's scrunched-up eyebrows. Ezra walked in, Michael pointing to her, "Oh, not her either. She's just the messenger." Dick shrugged, 

"And a good one at that," Ezra smirked,

"Then who is he?" Michael asked, his foot rapidly tapping, "And where is he." 

"Sorry, I'm late. I was helping Frankie with the lunch rush." Yonah smiled, rolling up her sleeves as she sat down. 

"Keep it up. You'll end up married." Ezra smirked, "I know from experience." she cheesed as Yonah rolled her eyes, "You two are dating first off." Dick smirked. Michael watched in awe as Yonah then looked back at Michael, 

"Can I get you anything..."

"Just waiting for the boss." he shrugged,

 "That would be me, Yonah. Nice to meet you."

"Michael Castiglione ." he stuck his hand out. She had a firm handshake, brown eyes to get lost in, pink painted nails and-

"Jersey," he mumbled under his breath. 

"So, how can I help you."

"It's more so. How can we help you,"

"Help me?" she looked at her brother as he nodded, 

"We heard about the Falcone situation." Michael smirked as Yonah sighed, "I handled it, got one guy locked in a freezer until he cracks... or dies." she took a drink from her cup, 

"As associates..."

"Associates, I thought The Justice League was..."

"They're his associates. They're our associates." Dick interjected.

 "So, with that said, how can I help you, Ms. Fury?"

" See to it he... doesn't send any more of his men our way," she smirked,

"And if "He" does..."

"He'll have someone else to answer to." she shrugged, her expression darker as Michael nodded. He could see why his brother was fascinated by her. "Should I be worried?" Michael asked as Ezra and Dick both nodded, "She's not one to be crossed."

"I can speak for myself, thank you," she sighed, "Siblings, I tell you." 

"I completely understand," he pushed a jet black curl aside, "Got two older ones, a pain in my ass." he laughed as she giggled, "Well, in honor of joining the family, we grant you our protection, and a partnership of this here lounge," Yonah said hands folded on her knees, 

"We already have a partner-" Ezra froze as Yonah snapped her fingers at her, 

"What do you say, Mr. Castiglione."

"We grant our protection, loyalty, and half ownership of our shop in Queens," 

"We've got a deal," Michael grinned, 

"Nice doing business with you, partner." Yonah shook his hand, a good, firm grip, watching as she walked away. 

"I think you should leave my girl alone." 

"Says who..." Billy asked, hand near his holster. It was close to Midnight, and the boys had just finished locking up shop at Astoria's. "Wasn't talkin to you." grey eyes peering from the shadows, "Was talkin to him." gun pointed at Frank, "Who's your girl, kid? "Curtis asked, already ready to aim fire and shoot. "That's between him and-"

BANG!

A bullet in his knee cap, "You talk too damn much-" Frank sighed as both Curtis and Billy looked up at Frank, "You're going to pay for-"

BANG!

"GET EM NOW, BOYS!"  He shouted. They were surrounded and outnumbered, but that didn't worry them before. Frank reloaded his gun, Billy had his switchblade, and Curtis had his suppressor. What was supposed to be an innocent night on the town became a blood bath, as men lay there covered in their blood, laying in the alleyway laid Frank and Billy, a few dents and digs that, with the right kind of care, would be gone. 

"Sure you don't wanna find Temple," 

"We'll bleed out before we make it to Harlem." Billy sassed.

"I'd be okay with that," Curtis mumbled, 

"Does Liberman know-

"Out with his wife... Just get in the car. I know a place in Midtown." Frank grumbled, limping. 

"You two comin or what."

"Pin curls..." Ezra sighed, watching her sister set her hair.

"What's wrong with pin curls." 

"They're old..."

"They're classic..." 

"Have you tried? I don't know ratting your hair." Dick asked, "All the women are doing it." he mumbled as Ezra sat her down, 

"I don't need to-"

"It's time you be your own person," Ezra smirked at a can of hair spray and a teasing comb. Yonah grumbled and groaned much like her father would as Ezra worked her magic on her sister's head, a beehive ponytail,

 "Well, do you like it?"

"I don't-"

Ding!

Rushing to cover up her nightgown, Yonah ran to the door, dagger in her garter belt. Through the peephole, it was Billy and "Frank..." the two were bloody and bruised like dropped peaches on the ground. As she opened the door, she could see her sister's heart sink at the look of Billy. Rushing to his side, Yonah rolled her eyes at the action. 

"You look ..."

"Like shit..." Frank finished her sentence, his eyes admiring the view. 

"I was going to say like you need medical attention." she huffed, Who did this to you."

"I'm fine..."

"Didn't ask how you look," Dick went to get her sewing kit. "I'm-"

"Billy, what happened..." Ezra asked, sewing him up in the middle of the kitchen, "A few punks started a fight. We finished em off." he shrugged as Yonah laughed, guiding Frank to the bathroom, 

"Isn't that just sexy?" Ezra swooned.

"Guess I'm not sleeping tonight." Yonah jokingly sighed.

"You can sleep at my place." he looked at her as she wiped the dried-up blood off his face, the alcohol burning as he tried not to flinch. 

"I don't want to intrude." 

"Ouch..."

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, generally worried,

 "No." he shrugged.

"Good cause that was still the cloth," she joked, straddling his waist so she could start sewing on him. "You poor baby." she rubbed circles on his cheek. He was baffled by her actions, the way she sat on his lap as if it were a throne, her voice calling him baby. Frank was sick on love, and she was the cause. The needle pierced into his skin. "On second thought, does the offer still stand," she asked as he laughed, heart, skipping a beat. 

"Of course, Sweetheart."  

"I think you're all cleaned up," she trailed off, seeing blood on his shirt, a deep sigh leaving her lips. It must have been how her mother felt fixing Bruce from every damn fight he got into, 

"What's wrong." 

"Your shirt..." Frank looked down as Yonah got up from straddling him, "If you want me to take it off, just ask." from any guy, this would have been a shit-eating smirk Yonah, but to her, it might have been the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. 

"Please..." she coughed, "So you don't uh die..." she turned her back so he could have some privacy, 

"You don't have to-"

"No, no, it's fine, ladies, never." she turned back to face Frank, "Peak..." she was silent, absolutely gob-smacked. He had a body fit for the motion pictures. He was better than any James Dean or the rest of that lot. 

"You alright over there, Jersey." 

"Mhmm, fine." she blushed, "Re-threading the needle."

"The one with thread in it." she looked down as she sighed, "Reasons I don't have a medical degree." Frank laughed at her joke. Getting closer to him, she realized the angle she'd be in to sew him would be awkward unless she made it that way. But then again, they did kiss, and they'd been growing closer to each other. 

She just needed to say it.

"Look, for you to not bleed on my marble floors, I'm gonna have to be between your legs, so don't get any funny ideas," she said as Frank shrugged, 

"Wasn't gonna." 

Yonah had her hand on his thigh to steady herself. The other sewing up the cuts, "So who was this fight with..." she asked. She knew some of those marks. She had a few herself. 

"Some punk from Gotham." he shrugged, "Taught him a lesson, though,"

"Did you happen to catch his name?" she asked

"Carlo or something." her hand froze. Was he the one sending his grandfather's goons to the bar or having them follow her and her sister back home? 

"Jersey... you okay." 

"Mhmm, I uh, just need to fix this one stitch and-" leaning close as she tightened up the stitch, her head focused down, Frank's head knocked back, trying not to growl from the pain. 

"Aye, Frankie, I'm stayin...here... tonight-"

"Oh my God, Yonah, I didn't think you'd be into that."

Both Frank and Yonah popped their heads back at the bathroom door as Billy and Ezra stood smirking at the two. 

"We weren't..." her face turning red, "I was fixin him up."

"So was your sister. She fixed me up very well..." He kissed Ezra, hands on her waist as Frank and Yonah rolled their eyes. 

"Will you two fuck off!" She growled as Frank's eyes grew a bit wide. He never wanted to kiss someone so badly for the way that Billy cowered in fear and left. Adding the last stitch, Yonah handed him his shirt as she took a deep breath. 

"I'll uh go get changed." she smiled. It was just a sleepover with her friend, who she's kissed, seen shirtless, the same friend who saw her covered in a pink lace nightgown. If Matt knew about this, he'd have joked about how far from heaven she was. 

"Ez tell Dick I'll be back tomorrow,"

"Where you going..." Ezra asked, wrapped in her robe.

"Business," she said, taking her keys and a suitcase with her. 

"You ready,"

Frank's place wasn't too shabby. It was just enough space for him and his siblings when they occasionally popped in. But it was cozy, warm, and comfy enough for Yonah to have already made herself home on his couch. "Nice place you got here." she smiled at him, 

"It ain't fancy like yours." 

"Doesn't need to be." her eyes drifted to a picture, and she smiled as she got closer, "That's Maria and my kids Lisa and Frank jr." he sighed, 

"You had a beautiful family, Frank." she smiled, "She looked like she didn't take any of your shit." Yonah chuckled as he laughed, "She could hit hard like the big boys, but she was a sweetheart." he smirked, "She was mine." he looked down at her, brown eyes looking into her blue-green ones. Yonah then put her finger on her locket. She hadn't worn it much, but it still meant so much to her, 

"You got a sweetheart, huh."

"Oh me, no..." a picture of her mother inside it. Frank was in awe. She was just as beautiful as Yonah, with gentle eyes and a smile that wore off on her daughter, 

"She must have meant a lot to you." 

"I could say the same to you about Maria." she then stretched, "I should uh washup." she walked off, 

"Dick, can you get lost..." Ezra asked. Dick sighed, standing at the door as his sister hid behind the door, "Kinda can't... brought someone with me." he mentioned, "Tell them to fuck off..."

"You heard her, Brucie." Dick sighed.

"B-Bru...Daddy!?!"

Bruce only stood at the door as he groaned. Ezra didn't know what to do with Billy in the bedroom and clothes scattered. She was the most indecent ever. 

"Uh oh..." Billy gulped.

"Where's your sister..." Bruce only asked,

"She's out..."

"With who..."

"Frank!" Yonah laughed, sitting on the countertop, Johnny Cash playing on his record player as she watched him cook, "What you asked," he smirked, taking her hand and kissing it. "You're a real wild card." she playfully shoved him. "What about you." bringing the sauce spoon to her mouth, "I've never done anything wild." she nodded, "I don't believe that." he joked as she furrowed her brows, "There's still Doris Day's in the world of Betty Pages." she rolled her eyes, 

"Even Doris did somethin." he teased,

"Alright, alright." she cracked, "I once did the backseat bingo at the passion pit...I was young. I didn't know better..." she blushed, the straps of her nightgown hanging off her shoulders. 

"Attagirl," Yonah smirked, biting her bottom lip, 

"Oh, hush."

"Embarrassed?" he smirked back, leaning in closer, 

"I've done things that could make Mary Magdalene blush." 

"Prove..." Yonah kissed him hard, her hand tucked in his thick curls, teeth grazing his bottom lip as she slowly pulled away, "it..." Frank finished his sentence a bit breathless. "Make me..." she whispered against his lips. There it was, her seductive side kicking in, the side that wanted to pounce and attack, but she couldn't. After all, he opened his doors to her. Frank pinned her against the cabinets, his hand under her chin, bringing her lips to his. The kiss was sweet at first, shy, tempting, and wanting. Different than their kiss back from the Copa. Yonah could taste the dry iron from the cut on his lip as Frank could taste the lingering traces of vodka and lemonade. 

"You don't have to worry..." Yonah pulled away.

"About what."

"Hurting me, I can take it." batting her eyelashes at him.

"In that case." wrapping his hand around her ponytail. He gave it a rough tug watching as her head fell back, revealing her neck that needed every type of hickey and bite mark that Frank could think of,

 Yonah shivered at the feel of his tongue licking down her neck. The bites and nips on her skin slowly started to fire her fury, "More..." her voice breathy and light, different from how she was just a minute ago, demanding and in control. Frank only laughed, seeing her eyes cloudy with lust so fast, he had to have her now, and he was going to. Pulling him back into a kiss, Yonah snaked her arm around his neck as she bit his lip, causing a sharp groan to escape him. Her tongue wrapped around his, sucking on the muscle giving him an idea of what else Yonah would be good a sucking; wrapping her leg around his waist almost made him want to take her right then and there, but he wanted to have her work for it, see what she would do and how she'd do it. His hands crept closer to where she wanted them, hoping he could feel just how much she needed him, 

"Now, sweetheart,"

"Hmm..."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Mhmm..." Yonah nodded, already drunk off his touch,

"Use your words, princess." 

"Yes."

"Yes, what." Frank leaned in close. He swore he heard her breath hitch. 

"Yes, sir." 

"Attagirl," Frank smirked, slowly sliding his finger inside her, Yonah's head nearly hitting the back of the cabinet door. Yonah was squelching wet to the point she was oozing. If this was what a kiss could do, he could imagine how wet she'd be when he got fired up. Frank plunged another finger inside her slippery cavern as her back began to arch, her breathing becoming choppy the more he'd thrust them in and out of her.

 "St- ah Stop teasin m- fuck me!" 

"If you don't like my teasin, why're moanin." Frank whispered in her ear, "B-BecAUSE!" she was close to coming on his fingers, and he knew from the agonizing squeeze she had on them, "Words doll face." another quick thrust of his fingers, 

"I-I!"

"Hmm." he pulled her off the counter, "Might wanna hold on." Yonah nodded as he sat between her legs, removing her panties with his teeth. His tongue licked between her wet folds as her knees buckled, he hadn't even begun, and she was already weak. He could hear her whimpering and moaning at every swirl of his tongue on her sensitive bud, she was yearning for him, and he loved it, 

"You okay up there..." 

Yonah only let out a shaky moan as he kissed her thighs,

"Take that as a yes." he winked, eating her like a man starving for his last meal. Yonah couldn't take it anymore. She was holding on by a thread, legs shaking, toes curling her hands, tugging his hair. 

"I know you got it in you." he cooed, plunging his tongue inside her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, "Yes...yes... YES!" her breathing heavy as he licked up her sweet taste, if Frank had to he'd die happily under her just like this. 

"You got one more in you?" he asked as Yonah gave him a quick peck on the lips. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her to his bedroom and placed her on the bed, "I think I have a few more." she gasped as she watched Frank unbutton his shirt. Although it wasn't like she hadn't already seen him like this before, it wasn't like she didn't just patch him up. "Y'wanna help me here." his hands tugging at his belt as she stopped and stared at him, "C'mere pretty girl." and just like that, she was under his spell, unzipping his dress slacks, her eyes big and round, 

"You want it... S'yours." he kissed her forehead.

"I should. After all, you gave me-"

"You don't got to if you don't want to." he rubbed her cheek, "Just for that, I have to." she winked at him, Frank laughed, bending down to kiss her, 

"Jesus Christ, Jersey."

"I can guarantee this is going to be the best you ever had," she smirked, pulling down his boxers. He was a good size, girthy, enough to hit the back of her throat. The touch of her gentle hand pumping his cock sent electric sparks through him. If Yonah continued going, he might have burst right then and there. Her fingers were magic alone, but so was her tongue. It was as if she knew where he needed her the most. Frank wanted to be gentle. He wanted to savor the moment, but when Yonah hollowed her cheeks and nearly had him halfway down her throat, he couldn't help but let his primal side show. Grunts and groans left his ever-so-soft lips as Yonah hummed, the vibrations sending him over the edge. She could tell he was close from the way his hips began to sputter and thrust into her mouth, the way that he said. "Fuck baby girl, y'doin so good." the rasp in his voice went to shit as his voice was breathy and wanting. Yonah could feel him rutting into her mouth, bits of drool dripping from her plump pink lipstick lips. Ropes of cum on her tongue as he reluctantly pulled away. 

"Swallow all of it." 

"Already did." Yonah smirked, "You sound cute when you're whiny and whimperin." Frank growled, giving her ass a little spank as she gasped, 

"You into that, sweetheart." 

"No..."

He spanked her again as she moaned, "Thought so." he chuckled. It was his turn to make her feel like she was the only woman in the world. Kissing her neck, his hands found their way under her nightgown and to her breast, giving them a good squeeze as her head fell back on his shoulder. His touch alone could send her over the edge, and he was impressed by it. He loved how her legs squeezed when he pulled on her nipple, how she'd whine for more when he'd lick down her neck, or just how weak she got when Frank would whisper "Attagirl." in her ear. Yonah wanted, no needed him in every possible way given. She needed to feel him throbbing inside her now. "Somethin on your mind."

"I need you," she murmured.

"In what way." He turned to look at her.

"Every way." she yelped at the feeling of his finger. Yonah was soaking wet, making him drunk off lust. "C'mere." he pinned her down to the mattress, dark curls sprawled out on his pillow. She was beautiful under him like this, laying there without anything on. He could stay like this forever, "Tell me if it hurts."

"I can take the stretchin," she smirked,

"I'm serious."

"Alright, alright, I will." tracing the worry lines on his forehead, "You worry about me a lot, don't you." she asked as Frank traced the sensitive scar under her breast, "Damn right, I do," he said, heart beating fast, was this love or lust, adoration, or admiration, 

"You sure about this."

"I'm very sure." Yonah cradled his face. Frank nodded, slowly sliding into her, fingernails digging into his back. "Breathe."

"Try-Trying to." Yonah's nose scrunched up at the sting, sure, it was a slight twinge of pain, but it had been a while since she last felt it and the first time she liked it. Being a honeypot wasn't easy. It was just meaningless nights of sex and information or used at times. "You can move now," she whispered. His thrust was slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm her too much, but, oh, did Yonah ache for him to go faster to unleash every bit of stress he had,

 "You look bored..."

"No... I'm -" he glanced at her as she cracked, "Well..." she gasped a little, "Could we..." Frank stopped, paying attention to her and what she wanted to say, "Go faster." an ounce of relief dropped. He thought maybe he had done something wrong or hurt her,

 "Thought you'd never ask." Animalistic guttural grunts and moans filled the room. "Fuck! Right there!" Yonah shrieked. Hours passed as the sun was slowly kissing the sky. Yonah's hands were on top of Frank's chest as he guided her hips, his other large hand softly on her throat, "Fuck... Yonah... You doing s'good for me." he panted, the two both getting close, watching her sink her hips back on him was heaven sent with the sun shining on her skin, she was heaven sent, and she was his.

 "Attagirl, there you go." he moaned out, "Be a good girl an cum for me," Frank commanded, a high pitch scream leaving her lips as he rutted into her faster, chasing both his and her final moment. 

"FRANK FUCK, I LOVE YOU," she shouted. Frank pulled her in for a fiery kiss. Bodies pressed together. "I love you too, Yonah," he mumbled under a whisper so only he could hear it. Pulling out of her, he watched the mess they created spill out as the two laughed,

 "Shit... "

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill." she shrugged, "I'll go draw us a bath and-" she tried to get up as her legs were weak, and she'd still been on the bed. "Allow me." Frank scooped her up in his arms,

 "So what about the lounge and the shop..." she asked

"Eh, they'll manage." he kissed her forehead. 

"It's close to noon..." Bruce said, looking between the three of them, "Your sister still isn't here..." Dick gulped, trying to think of a lie as both Ezra and Billy became squeamish to his gaze, "She's runnin a couple of errands, and she'll be back." Billy shouted as they waited for Bruce's reaction. "She'll be back by tonight." Ezra pitched in, fumbling over the fabric of her sleeves. 

"Then I'll be here until she does."

"Shit... aye Russo... why'd don't call you to know who and..."

"And what," Billy whispered as Dick glanced at him, 

"Got it."

"You really gotta start takin care of yourself." Frank sighed, knowing he was talking about himself using Yonah as a façade. "I do... it's just in between. I'm taking care of the family business. And stepping in the role for my mother and-" Frank glanced at her as she looked back at him. "Her death ain't your fault, sweetheart..." massaging her scalp as soap bubbles surrounded them. "Their death ain't your fault either," she said, shuttering from the massage. 

"I coulda prevented it..." he sighed, "If I just..."

"I know how you feel... I was sixteen when my mother died. With so much responsibility and taking care of my brothers and my wayward sister, and bad lovers and-"

"C'mere, let me hold you." her head laying on his chest,

"When we get out of this tub, i'm going to hold you too," she mumbled. Feeling nice and cozy, Yonah didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay like this, with Frank forever. "Thank you." Frank mouthed. 

RING

          RING

RING

"Jesus Christ, Frank, will you answer your phone!" Michael grumbled, walking around his apartment. A groan left his lips. Yonah and Frank jolted up out of the tub from the sound of the voice. Frank grabbed a gun he hid under a tile. Yonah took a switchblade out from under her slipper. 

"What can I say? I'm a badass." she winked, the two in robes. "Francis, this is import-" a gun and knife pointed in his direction, "Tant..."

"Mikey..." Frank sighed, "Couldda knocked.

"I wish I did," he said, trying to focus on Frank,

 "Ms. Wayne." he nodded in her direction.

"Mr. Castiglione." she covered up, 

"You two know each other..." Frank asked, setting his gun down, 

"Could ask you the same thing." she sassed.

"This is my brother Francis Castiglione." Michael smiled, "Francis, this is Yonah Shanel Wayne."

"You're the..." Yonah stood there in shock. She didn't know how to feel or what to do. Was she embarrassed, or did she think he'd think differently of her? 

"And you're the honeypot they call Pink Fury." she couldn't tell if he was okay with it or heartbroken or- "Was that back there all an act, sweetheart or-"

"Ms. Wayne, your fathers on the phone."

"Frank I-"

"It's urgent..." 

"Hello, father..." grumbled under her breath, 

"Where are you..."

"I'm with my associates." she deadpanned, watching as Frank walked off, "I'll be there as fast as I can..." she hung up wanting to go to him, wanting to tell him that Yonah loved him, that she- 

"We'll meet you there," Michael said as she nodded, 

"You're late..." Dick whispered. Walking quickly into the backroom. Sitting at her desk was Bruce, who had Tim, and Jason by his side with his baseball bat, Ezra had her knife pulled out, and tied to the chair interrogated was "Carlo..." Yonah froze, a lump of anxiety in her throat. 

Her hands started to shake. 

She couldn't speak. 

She couldn't breathe. 

Yonah needed to hide. 

She needed to be brave. 

She needed to reclaim her sanity. 

"Everyone out..." she snapped her fingers,

"Yonah, are you sure..."

"OUT!" she commanded, sitting on her desk. She looked over at Carlo. That grin that once gave her butterflies now made the acid in her stomach boil, 

"So you messin with that stunad..." Carlo laughed, "Thought you were better than that." he chuckled, touching her cheek like he used to, shocked that she smacked his hand away. 

"Why are you here... in my territory..."

"Your territory... please, this belongs to Murdock... The devil of Hell's Kitchen, he only let you hear because." a gash on his cheek, blood trickling down, "You bitch..." his hands wrapped around her throat, Manicured fingers searching for the gun that Ezra gifted her. "You no good Bitch." he growled. He could feel the pressure of iron against his head as he laughed, the ivory handle in her hand felt foreign, but it felt good, 

"This is for all you did to me..."

"Yonah, remembering it wrong... You hurt me remember? " Carlo asked, "You abused me. I never hit you, I never did no such thing, now Sionis might've but me I loved you," he unwrapped his hands from her throat, 

"Sionis was at least apologetic." her hands unsteady with the gun, 

"Next, you'll say that asshole who shot me loves you too."

"Frank..." she whispered, "What did you try to do to him..." 

"The same thing my Grandfather successfully did to your mother." 

Suddenly Yonah was transported back to January 7th, 1956, poodle curls atop her hair, dressed in a black pencil dress as her father was stone-faced, her sister crying over her shoulder, her brothers silently sobbing, 

Yonah couldn't look away as they lowered her mother's casket. She knew she had a mission to fulfill, and Yonah wouldn't stop. "She's buried next to grandma and grandpa," Ezra said, trying to comfort her sister. Yonah only walked past her as she laughed,

 "Alfred..." 

"Yes, Ms. Wayne..."

"I need you to train me." 

A fire in her eyes as she spun Carlo into her desk, hand fisting his hair, banging it against her desk, the other hand pressing the gun to his head. She wanted him to feel the same fear she once felt to see every ounce of life left, to have his brains spilled the same way her mothers did. 

"You wouldn't..." 

"Fucking try me..."

"Think of your daddy and his no-kill poli-"

THWACK

Bashing his head in again.

"That's really all you got, huh." he laughed, "Can't you be more controlling, more aggressive, more-"

BANG!

The bullet was heard around New York, "Yonah..." Bruce said. He didn't want to go in there for fear Yonah might have been hurt or worse. But there was Frank, pushing past everyone to get to that door. All he could see was her, not the blood, not Carlo. Frank shot to make sure he'd stay dead. He only had eyes on her. Dropping the gun by her foot, Yonah ran into his arms, shivering like a wet cat, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry," she kept muttering, hot tears into his shirt, 

"You didn't do anything wrong," he stated, picking her up as she buried her head in his chest. 

"Yonah, you're alright..." everyone was saying, surrounding her and asking if she was okay, 

"I can't breathe..."

"Why can't I breathe..." her heart racing as if she could barely stand the beat of it drumming in her ears. Chills ran down her spine. She felt like she'd faint if one more person touched her, 

"Give her some space," Matt said,

"Is she okay?" Ezra asked 

"What's happening to her."

" An episode..." Dick mumbled,

Bruce raced over to his daughter as Frank backed away, "Russo water, Ezra table cloth, Tim, lock the doors. We're closed." he commanded, watching as they all scattered around to help, 

"Five things you can see."

"Y-you... table... B-bar, Jason, Curtis." her breathing a bit steady, 

"Good four things you can hear."

"Lights, uh... uh voices." she shivered, 

"Give me two more."

"Footsteps, rain..." 

"Good, three things you can touch."

"Floor, table, chair." she was getting better with her fast responses. 

"Two things you can smell." 

"Ezra's perfume, food..." 

"One thing you can taste." Yonah blushed as Bruce glanced at her, confused to what she might say.

 "Frank," she mumbled. Bruce helped her up as she hugged him. He hugged back. 

"I'm sorry."

"About," Ezra asked,

"Our argument." He took the cloth from her, placing it over Yonah, "You managed very well, Ms. Enchantress... or should I say Fury." he winked as Yonah blushed a bit. 

"You heard..." 

"I know everything."

"I told him everything," Michael mumbled. Dick gave Yonah some water. While Frank stood next to her, 

"You uh feeling better, Jersey..." he asked.

"Yeah..." she nodded, "Can we have some alone time, please..." Yonah asked as everyone responded, shaking their heads and sitting down. 

"Look about earlier..."

"Frank, I am in love with you, like I'd make you Pasta Fazioli and-" he kissed her again, 

"I uh..." 

"I love you too." he chuckled. Frank finally said it out loud, and it wasn't as scary as he thought, 

"That's cute... But, uh, the real question..." Tim asked, tapping his fingers, "Who's going to be dad's underboss." Bruce looked between his children, sipping his scotch as he took a deep breath, 

"Well..."

"Tell us..."

"It has to be me."

"I'm your first son."

"It's Alfred." Bruce shrugged.

"ALFRED!" they all shouted.

"Tim, you're not ready. Jason, you have The Outlaws. Dick, you're here. Ezra, you're here, and Yonah, you don't need me telling you what to do anymore." he smiled, "You've already got everything under control here." he raised his glass, "I just hope you're dependable as an associate." 

"Of course." she nodded,

"Oh, and Frank..."

"Sir..."

"Hope to see you Christmas..."

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𝐗𝐈𝐕 - 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄

(𝐦𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬! 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬)

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summary: Katherine has to talk to people from the past. Her and Billy have a loving moment at the end :)

word count: 4174

warnings: none

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There's a whole minute of silence between us. I analyze every detail of Katrina. Last time I saw her, she was with short hair on its natural color — light brown — and a frown that reminded Tissaia's arrogance and Andrew's hate towards the whole world. But now Katrina has light on her face; her blue-green eyes are shining and she doesn't seem the same spoiled girl I know — though she's still wearing fancy clothes.

For the first time, Katrina Eloise Morris looks like a good person.

"You're different", she says.

"You too."

Her smile catches me off guard. She's never smiled towards me. "I changed for better, I think, and I wanna talk to you about it." I raise an eyebrow and she looks at the men by our sides. "Alone."

No. I glance Billy, praying for him to notice my despair. No. No! I don't want it!

My heart sinks when he nodded and let go of my arm. "I'll have a talk with Cypress, then." When the albino capo opens his mouth to talk, Billy adds: "But with you two on my sight."

"Fair enough." Cypress faces Katrina. "Go to the opened hallway, amore mio. We'll be looking at you from here."

She smiles and grabs my good arm, pushing me to the spoken place. I keep glancing back at Billy while being guided, silently screaming for help. But why would he help me? I'm his hostage, a mere pawn on his game. For him, it doesn't matter if I'm hurt; he just wants me alive till we find Katarina and solve the case. He may even kill me later to avoid any living evidence.

He won't dare to do that. I shake my head to gather my thoughts. You're a Mikaelson.

But what if he finds out my family doesn't want me anymore? Will he attack or have mercy?

No. Billy's smart; he wouldn't have mercy.

"So", Katrina's voice makes me finally come back to reality.  "Here we are, sis."

"What do you want, Katrina?"

"To apologize." I scoff. The day my sister regrets everything she's ever done to me, it'll also be the day when pigs will fly.  "I mean it."

My serious face is long gone when I laugh. That can't be true.

"Katherine! I really mean it!" She exclaims in indignation, which just makes me chuckle more.

"Oh, Katrina, when did you join comedy?" I giggle, almost having a belly ache from laughing so hard. "You really should do a stand up. It's been years I haven't heard a good one."

Her expression is stern, the mirror of someone gathering patience to not punch someone. And she knows better than to attempt that. "I really mean it, Katherine! I've been horrible to you."

It takes me a few seconds to realize she's telling the truth. I take some breaths to compose myself and look deep at her eyes for a moment, trying to see if this isn't an act. But no; this is indeed the truth.

"I know." My sister uncomfortably gazes the floor in shame. "Years ago I wouldn't believe me either. But I've changed. I really have."

"That doesn't erase everything you've done— or better, haven't done with me."

"I won't try to justify myself, 'cause there isn't any reasonable reason." She looks at me. "But I want you to know that I'm sorry."

I bite my tongue to avoid a fight in the middle of this event. What Katrina's saying doesn't make sense. She was never like that, a good person, so why change it now?

"Why?" I ask her. "Why telling me this now?"

"I— I don't know, but maybe it's to be forgiven, to end the guilt. Even if I realized I was wrong just a few years ago, at least I noticed!" I stay silent, analyzing each movement to detect a lie. Her little speech seems like a perfect trap, one that I won't allow myself to fall for.

She lets out a deep breath. "I found out how mom and dad left people. They were good and suffered because of us." I can't believe I'm hearing that.

It takes everything in my will to not roll my eyes. "How do you think they were left, Katrina? Happy for being poor? Enlighted for being fooled by a couple and some kids? Heartwarming for helping a scammer family?!"

"No! I— I knew they wouldn't be happy, but at least they had each other. All of them were an united family, not a broken one like ours."

"Yours", she closes her eyes as I correct her. "You are not my family."

My sister sighs and stays silent about the correction. Good. She knows better than to argue that with me. "I didn't know at the time what people would do for money, Kat."

"Oh, you didn't? It'd take just a look at your parents to find that out. After all, their money appeared out of nowhere." I look deeply at her blue-green eyes, gathering all of her attention. "I don't blame them for being on the criminal world, Katrina, but I do hate them for being cowards. Because only a coward would steal from the good instead of being face to face with another criminal."

"I know!" She sniffs and quickly passes a hand on her nose to not mess her makeup. "And that's why I told the latest family to call the police after I left. They had a little boy and—  and it was the first time we went to a family with a kid. I couldn't let a kid suffer."

"Did they call the police?"

Katrina nods. "They're good now, but our—", she shakes her head, remembering to correct herself "— my family spent the night in jail."

"When was this?"

"6 years ago." She was 20, then. "I started working on a restaurant to gain my own honest money and rented a flat with a rommate. That's actually where I met Cypress... I was having my night shift when he entere—" Oh, bloody hell!

"I'm not here for a love story, Katrina."

My sister nods, yet gives a little scoff. "Yeah. Yeah, of course you aren't."

"Does Katarina talk to you?"

She bites her bottom lip. "None of them talk to me anymore. Dad and mom cut me off that night, and a year ago Rina did the same." I keep looking at her for an explanation, but I guess she didn't want me to have a richer boyfriend."

I raise an eyebrow. That's such an immature reason to cut someone off, though Katarina is exactly that kind of person. "So she stopped talking to you because you started dating Cypress?"

"Seeing. I wasn't even dating him yet!" I roll my eyes. "But she was dating Billy!"

Hum... Maybe this conversation won't be a total failure.

"She used to tell me how he was handsome and rich and good in bed—"

"Katrina, I'm not here to praise Russo either."

"Okay!" She throws her hands in the air. "What I want to say is that she told me about the scam. She wanted him to give mom money to invest on the stock exchange. That way, mom'd already have enough on her company when Rina left Billy."

"Company?"

"Yeah. She has a loan company. That way she's access of other people accounts to steal their money."

"Oh, that's so her."

My sister nods. "From what Rina told me, she and dad broke up and now she has a lover. Aaron LeBlanc, I think."

I shiver at the thought of someone loving Tissaia. That woman doesn't deserve anything good in this world. "And Katarina? Where's her?"

"She said she'd go to London. But I'd search on Amsterdam too."

I frown. "Why?"

Katrina shrugs. "She just loves that place. You know, the green."

"Well, now it makes sense why Katarina's brain is so damaged."

She chuckles, what makes me raise a brow at her. "Your lungs are as damaged as her brain."

"So is your liver."

Her laugh increases with my statement. "A pothead, an alcoholic and a smoker. What a wonderful trio mom birthed." Ok, maybe this was a little bit funny. But I won't join Katrina at that joke.

"We're not a trio."

She stops laughing to face me with a regretful expression. "I know. And you have every right to hate us, but, please, know that I do regret. I changed, Kat. I really did, and I don't blame you for not forgiving me."

I look at her blue-green irises to make myself clear to her. "I recognize your change, Katrina. But I can't forget everything with a conversation."

My sister nods. "I wanna help you to find Rina though."

"In exchange of my forgiveness?"

She shrugs. "I wanna end the guilt."

I narrow my eyes at her, scamming every detail on her to not fall on a trap. "And will you not feel guilty of betraying Katarina?"

"Not when she doesn't want my happiness."

After a few seconds, I finally nod. "Tell me everything, then."

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"Must've been a good talk", Billy says when we come back to the men. They're seated on comfortable white chairs; Cypress is with a cigarette while Billy and another man drink whisky. I know the latter from some old business. He didn't change much on the outside, and I suppose his dirty inside is still the same. After all, Viktor Orlov is from the Russian mafia since he was born.

"We had some issues to solve", I say as taking a chair to seat.

Viktor smirks, well aware of my relation with my biological family. "Good to know you're friends now." We aren't.

A waiter appears with champagne glasses, and I happily take one. Alcohol can help me a lot tonight, yet a cigarette would be better. "I'll then assume you are making some friends too."

The Russian man passes a hand on his blonde hair, an habit he's always had. "Of course! Actually, Billy was just telling us how you two met! Though I don't imagine any of you at a museum."

I control the urge to roll my eyes.

"What?! I totally imagine Kat at one." All eyes go to Katrina, who's on Cypress' lap. "Last time we saw each other, she was doing history in Harvard!"

How the hell does she remember that?

Viktor's jaw drops in shock. "You studied history?!"

I smirk at his face, suppressing a laugh. "Surprised?"

"It's just so... weird." I raise an eyebrow at him. "So different from you."

"That's because you don't know me, Orlov."

"Katherine", Billy's looking at me like a hawk "may I talk to you?" Nodding, I excuse myself from the crowd and accompany Billy to an isolated corner. "What did you two talk about?"

I take a sip of champagne before answering: "Katarina's in London or Amsterdam. She robbed you to get money for Tissaia's company."

"But her company's of loan." I nod. "She got all kinds of accounts to rob. So why wanting my money?"

"For more money, of course. Tissaia's never satisfied, nothing is enough for her."

Billy frowns, probably solving the puzzle on his head. "No, there's more that we don't know."

I scoff at his skepticism. That man simply can't stand that he was fooled, that Katarina planned to leave him since the beginning, and not the other way around. However, as time passes, Billy's confused face suddenly changes to a smirk, realization hitting every inch of him.

Uh oh. This isn't going to lead us to any good.

This is a victorious grin, one that express his contentment for finding out what happened between him and his ex. It's clear that Billy's just discovered my sister's weakness.

"She's in debt."

A tired sigh escapes my lips. I really don't have time for this paranoia. "Billy—"

"Her mom's already had money when she started dating me. She could've choose any NY rich man but she chose me!"

"So?"

His dark brown eyes are shining when he looks at me. "Rina's not dumb—"

I chuckle. Is this a joke? "I beg to differ."

"She knew I was from the mafia. She knew it, and that's why she wanted me: to have money and intimidate her enemies. It was killing two birds with one stone!" Oh, God, he is acting like a mad man. "We've to find out who's that enemy."

"Now?"

"Right. Fucking. Now."

Billy pulls me by the forearm so quickly that I gasp in pain and almost drop champagne on the floor. I feel my wound sting because of the muscle's stretch, which makes me stiff for a moment. But the Anvil CEO doesn't care; he leads me through the ballroom, probably searching for someone. After all, he wouldn't be crazy enough to leave a — criminal — business party so soon, which would certainly stain his reputation.

"W—What about Petrov?"

"We're goin' right to him."

After minutes of trying not to trip on my own gown and dodging the crowd of guests and waiters in the ballroom, Billy finally stops at the garden, a few inches away from 3 men talking to each other. I just know the tallest of them. His brown hair is thrown back with gel exactly like Billy's, his navy blue suit seems new, as if it was bought yesterday, and his tattooed hand holds a glass of vodka.

I analyze the tattoo on his hand. It wasn't there on our last meeting, though his hand was covered in blood. It's a lighthouse at sunset. For the Russian mafia, that means freedom.

"Petrov."

Kage's gaze turn to us, and a smirk forms on his lips as he sees the man by my side. "Oh my—  Billy Russo!"

The Anvil CEO gestures to himself. "The one and only."

"What a wonderful surprise, my friend", although better, his Russian accent is still noticeable when he speaks english. "This is your girlfriend?"

"Oh, no!" I chuckle while Billy answers we're partners.

Kage narrows his hazel eyes at me, scamming every detail of my face. "You remember me of someone. What's your name?"

"Katherine Elizabeth Morris." My eyes go wide at the stone cold voice behind me, my whole body freezes and a shiver runs through my spine. It's been 3 years since I've heard that French accent, and at the last time, it was filled with rage. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

With closed eyes, I take a deep breath before making a spin to face the woman. She's stunning as always; half of her hair is tied down, letting the blonde curls fall on the red gown that contrasts with her pale skin. However, Michelle's light blue eyes gaze me with complete hate.

"Mich", her name almost sounds like a plead on my tongue.

"Michelle for you." Her correction breaks my already shattered heart. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Oh my God, why have I just said? She's going to hate me even more for this!

"She's my girl", Kage's voice interrupts our conversation, but none of us turn to him. "Now how about all of us sit down and—"

"Actually we've gotta talk", Billy says. "Just the two of us."

"Right now?"

"Business doesn't wait, Petrov. Let's leave them on our sight while we solve some things."

He groans and faces Michelle. "It'll take a minute. Will you alright, sólnêchka?"

She nods. "Oui, mon amour."

It's obvious the annoyance on her face when she turns around to face me. It's been 3 years and my cousin hasn't forgiven me, which, honestly, I understand. And that's why I have to contain myself to not apologize to her and say everything that really happened on the night we last saw each other.

"So—", she huffs before I even finish my sentence, as if my voice was a disgusting sound to be heard by her ears "how are you doing?"

"How am I doing?" She repeats it out loud, questioning herself. "Let's see—"

Something good won't come out from her.

"I'm young and beautiful, rich and popular... I haven't seen you for years — which made miracles for my mental health—"

I take a deep breath to control the urge of slapping her. "Michelle—"

"And I've a handsome and loving caring boyfriend that you can't kill."

A punch would have been better than that. My heart sinks in my chest, her sharp words hitting me like a train.

The message couldn't be clearer: my life's better without you. Michelle hasn't just said that she doesn't want me, but that Kage — and her — will kill me if I ever lay a finger on him. But the worst part of all is that, although filled with rage, my cousin's right.

I've never been good enough for anyone. And I'll never be.

I'm nothing but a burden. Everyone's better without me.

"I want to apologize", I gulp in an attempt to avoid crying. "Not for Mason and his dead body, but for hurting you. It was never my intention."

"Wow—", her scoff lifts one of her blonde locks "you're so cynical, Katherine. More than I've ever thought."

"Michelle, I'm not being—"

"Ah, spare me your words! You kill my boyfriend, disappear for years and now is following me like a puppy as if nothing happened." She narrows her light blue eyes at me, pure hate inside them. "You're acting like a victim, something you sure aren't."

I chuckle at that. Is she really calling me the handler in this conversation? "I know I'm not the victim, Michelle."

"Oh, do you?"

"If I were doing what you're implying, I wouldn't be here apologizing to you again. So stop distorting my words."

"Ok, then." My cousin nods. "Say that you regret killing Mason and we can never discuss 'bout that again."

"And will we see each other again?"

She scoffs in annoyance. "What do you think?"

I sigh in frustration. God, she's more difficult than I remember. "You know I won't apologize for Mason, Mich—"

"You accused Mason of cheating on me, filled my head with your paranoias of the time, and then you killed him! How can you not regret that?!" She yells at me with widened eyes.

"Because he cheated on you and betrayed the family!" I raise my voice, all of my patience running out.

"That's your freaking paranoia!"

"Goddamn it, Michelle! I showed you the photos and all evidences that he wasn't as trustable as you'd thought. He didn't deserve you!"

"And you had to kill him for that?! You had to break my fucking heart?!"

"I did it for you, for the family! He tried to hurt us!"

"Mais tu m'as fait mal!" (But you hurt me!) "Tu as détruit mon bonheur à l'époque juste parce que tu n'étais pas heureux!" (You destroyed my happiness at the time just because you weren't happy!)

I go immediately still. Firstly because my cousin's speaking french, her native language; something she just do when she's losing her mind. Secondly due to an accusation I would never do it. If Michelle — or any of my cousins — knew of my mental breakdowns and all of emotions I kept to myself in order to help the family, she would've never said that.

"Don't you dare." I clench my teeth to control my rage. "I would never do that."

She scoffs, clearly not believing me. "Vous savez quoi, Katherine? Va te faire fou—" (You know what, Katherine? Go fuck your—)

"Alright, that's enough", Sorrel puts herself between us. "You kids had your fight, but now it's time to rest."

Behind my friend, I see Viktor holding Michelle in an attempt to calm her down. She's acting like the perfect victim as always. Nobody but her can make a mistake. She's the only one that can do whatever she wants despite all the consequences of her actions.

I'm used to that since we met as children, but sometimes it really gets on my nerves. And I really would've stayed calm if it wasn't for her wiping some tears away.

"You're crying?"

"Katherine—"

I completely ignore Sorrel's warning. "I'm the one with no family or place to call home and you're crying?!"

She's seeing red when she faces me, but I'm seeing that color too. Every part of my body wants to slap and punch her till she screams 'I'm sorry'. Michelle has the perfect life, with a dream job, alive parents, cousins that talk to her and a boyfriend. She should've been thanking for still being part of the family and being able to live that wonderful life. But no, she had to cry tears and act like the victim.

She points a finger at me with a psycho face. "Oh, tu n'oses pas." (Oh, don't you dare.)

"Oh, but I dare on the same way you'd the audacity to say I wanted to fuck up your life because I wasn't happy!" I yell at her, letting all of the feelings flow. "And you do want to know more? I've never been so miserable than nowadays. So congratulations for your perfect life. Try not to ruin it yourself—", I slowly approach her, well-aware of Viktor holding my cousin to not jump on me "because we both know you're very capable of that."

A strong grip on my arm almost makes me gasp in pain, however, I don't have time to compose myself because of the same person that is pulling me through the ballroom. Again. I don't need to look up to know it is Billy, to his face that must be stone cold right now.

He didn't let go of me until we reached the open-air parking lot of Cypress' mansion. His warm hands suddenly released my arm like he was disgusted of me, and although I know Billy's done this due to his anger, a tiny voice in my mind said that he truly was annoyed by everything that I am. My appearance and body, my personality and habits and even my skills.

Suprisingly, that thought hurt me straight on the heart, and, unfortunetly, the pain I'm feeling on my arm isn't enough to make me stop this thought.

"What the fucking hell was that?!" His scream makes me gulp for a second. "I try to talk to Petrov and you started to make a scene with his girlfriend?!"

"I tried my best—"

"Yet you fucking failed." I let out a yelp when he strongly grabs my arm again, right on the wound. "Next time you know someone, let me know to avoid you ruining everything like tonight!"

He increases the grip strenght, making me involutary back off of him to stop the pain. Suddenly, Billy's dark brown eyes changes from rage to regret.

Wait. Regret? I question. No, he would never feel that. I must be seeing things.

The Anvil's CEO, aka mob boss, sighs, which eases the tension on his shoulders. "Let's go home."

I slowly nod and follow when he starts walking to the car, the sound of gravel the only noise in the open-air parking. No one else's near us, all of employees on the gates or entrance of the mansion, and I thank God for that. It'd be more humiliating to get a scold with people looking and listening to us.

The ride to the penthouse is silent, with no stealing glances nor jokes. I look at the window the entire time, seeing a few drunken and homeless people walking around the cold NY streets. This helped me to forget Michelle's words, especially because I feel better after saying hurtful words to her too. It's true I'm upset, but at least I'm not alone in that.

However, there's one little thing that's been on my head the entire way to apartment and is indeed making me regret of what I said to the blonde French woman.

"I'm sorry", I say to Billy when he's taking his suit off.

"Huh?" He throws it on a chair and turns around. The moonlight going through the huge windows lets me see the slight frown on his face, since we haven't turned on any lights yet.

"I'm sorry for ruining the mission. I let my emotions take over my ratio." I sigh while approaching him. I want to look at his eyes to know I'm forgiven, to be sure he's not disgusted with me like on the mansion. "You're one of the only people I talk to now. Even when our talks aren't good, that's the truth, and I don't want to make our relationship any more difficult than it already is." 

"Katheri—"

"Especially when I'm in debt with you... for helping my anaemia and wound."

"Katherine, it—"

"And yet I don't regret anyting about Michelle—" I'm interrupted by his lips collinding in mine, which makes me still in surprise for a moment, thinking if I'm dreaming.

But after realizing I'm not, I return the kiss and open my lips to let his tongue inside my mouth. My hands go to his neck while his arms wrape strongly around my waist, pulling me closer to him. A good sensation spreads through my body: there's a coil forming in my stomach, and my muscles relax while my mind goes silet. The only thing inside my head now is the kiss and the deep desire for more.

Billy breaks us apart when air is necessary. Both of us are panting, with red lips and looking deeply at each others eyes. "It's ok." One of his hands goes to my cheek. "There's nothing to worry 'bout."

I only nod with a smile before pulling him for another kiss, not caring for anything else now.

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Michelle's look:

Sorrel's look:

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A/N: English is not my first language. I don’t own The Punisher and Legacies characters; they’re, respectively, Stan Lee and Marvel Studios, L. J. Smith and Julie Plec. Also, this is my Billy and some The Punisher events will be changed due to the story's course!

#a trap for broken souls #fanfic wattpad #mafia stories #assassin au #spy au #billy russo #mob! billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x oc #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #the punisher #the originals #the vampire diaries #legacies #the mikaelsons #original character

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

The Agony of Desire

Part 1 // Masterlist

A Billy Russo x Reader fic

Warnings: Forced marriage, kidnapping, being sick.

A/N: I had originally planned to finish this mini series before posting, but I could really use the encouragement to continue it, so I'm posting the first part today, also I have no self control.

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"You call it hope — that fire of fire!

It is but agony of desire."

-Edgar Allan Poe

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The veil pulls at your hair when it's pinned to your bun. You don’t say a word, simply grimacing in discomfort as your stylist steps back with a smile.

“Oh my god, it’s gorgeous.” She breathes in awe and you give her a smile, trying to feel as excited as she does.

Your smile falls when she turns away.

On the vanity, your phone vibrates.

“Twentieth time this morning,” she comments, “Sure you don’t want to check it?”

Your heart squeezes in your chest and you turn away from her to look at yourself in the floor length mirror.

“It’s no one important.” You mumble, eyes locked on the sad girl looking back at you.

There’s a knock on the door and you give a genuine smile when Karen’s face appears in the small crack.

“Wow.” She says, looking at the tulle monstrosity you were wearing.

Your eyes drift back to the mirror, and you hear Karen ask your stylist for a moment alone with you. She murmurs in assent and ushers her two assistants out of the room, closing the door with a decided ‘click’

“I feel like a cupcake.”

Karen snorts.

“It’s not that bad, Y/N.”

“It’s hideous.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, for a cupcake.”

She laughs, and you laugh too, and you laugh together as your heart falls to pieces around you.

You phone vibrates again. Twenty-one.

She doesn’t have to look at the device, only your face, and she knows.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

The strings of your heart are pulled so tightly.

“Doesn’t change much now.”

“You never know, maybe he’s come to his senses-“

A shake of your head cuts her off.

“He’s only trying now because he knows he’s about to lose me for good. If I wasn’t getting married, he wouldn’t be calling.”

She doesn’t respond, knowing that your words have some truth to them.

“Sure you want to go through with this? I can sneak you out back and shove you into my trunk- cupcake and all.”

You let out a dry laugh.

“And then what? Where would we go?”

She looks at you for a long moment.

“Somewhere? Anywhere. Shave our heads and move to Bolivia. Herd goats.”

You smile, eyes nitpicking at your nails, studying the perfect acrylics for any chips or dents. Any cracks in the perfection.

“You’d do that for me?” You ask, barely glancing up at her beautiful green eyes.

She sighs, pulling you into her arms.

"If I could guarantee your safety and your family's, you'd be gone in a heartbeat."

She smells like sweet pea, and your arms crush her with the force of your returned hug.

"It's not the best option," you mumble into her shoulder, repeating what you said to her the first time the news of engagement went public. "But it keeps everyone safe. Maybe I can learn to love him."

Your phone vibrates in protest. Twenty-two. You squeeze your eyes shut.

"If he ever gets angry- or lays a hand on you, you call me. If you feel the slightest bit afraid-"

"-I will. I promise." You say, "but I don't think he's like that."

"You never know." She says, pulling back, her eyes wet, eyelashes clumping together with the moisture. You smile at her, unable to speak another word. She gets the message.

"Okay, I'll tell them to give you a minute before they come back in."

A small nod and she's leaving. Your hand holds on to hers for as long as possible.

The phone vibrates again. Twenty-three.

A big sigh and your eyes turn to your bag, there's a small pocket full of coping mechanisms, but you don't feel like having everyone question your state of mind later on. You're clear headed, no matter how much you wish you weren't.

You see the garter, lying on the vanity and you reach for it with a sour stomach.

You can hardly find your legs in the mess of fabric, sighing in frustration when every layer you pull up, there's another one underneath.

"Great," you grumble, aggravated, "I'm wearing the Russian nesting doll of dresses."

A deep chuckle behind you, makes your heart jump. You whirl around as best as you can with a startled gasp and wide eyes- surely not-

He raises a finger to his lips, a smile on his face. It's him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" You hiss, turning to look at the door, "If they find you here, they're going to kill you."

He lets out a breath of amusement, his mouth parted to display a small hint of teeth.

"They'll try." He takes a step forward, and then drops to his knees, grabbing the garter that's clenched in your fist. "Let me help." He says simply, as if this isn't the first time you're seeing him in two years.

You're too stunned to speak. He looks as gorgeous as the day he left you, wearing a plain shirt and dark jeans- casual wear for when he's doing groundwork.

He takes his time, pushing up each layer into your waiting hands, moving automatically while your brain lags with the unforseen circumstance that is Billy Russo.

"Jesus." He remarks, "Who picked this dress?"

"His mother." You murmur quietly and he shakes his head.

"Women with zero taste should not be choosing dresses."

"Just wanted to make her happy." Is all you say.

He finally gets to your legs, and you stiffen when his hands wrap around each ankle, clad in white stockings.

He reaches up and takes the lacy scrunched material into his hands.

You watch him closely, breath hitching as his hands slide the material up your leg. You clench in response at the feeling of his hands where they haven't been for a long time.

He looks up at you for a moment, before looking back down. He pushes the garter up your knee, past the point where your stocking ends.

"You're going too high." You mumble, and then you gasp when you feel the tips of his fingers press themselves between your thighs, insistent that he runs his fingers over your lacy underwear.

"This for him?" He asks quietly. You try not to clench at the feel of his probing fingers.

"Well it's not for you." You snap.

He pulls the garter back down to an appropriate height on your thigh, and snaps it playfully.

"Why are you here?" You ask insistently, feeling the shock wear off and fierce aggression taking its place.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asks, pulling your dress down and righting it.

"Seeing as the last time we were together you told me you never wanted to see me again, yeah, I'm a little confused."

His mouth fixes into a grim line.

"You weren't answering your-"

A knock at the door interrupts him.

You watch him stand swiftly, and walking to the small vintage armoire in the corner of the room.

"Like Santorini all over again." He whispers excitedly, putting his fingers up to his lips with a smile as he fits himself inside and closes the doors, leaving you absolutely flabbergasted on the outside.

Someone knocks again.

"Uh- yes?" You call, completely distracted with your ex-boyfriend in the closet.

The stylists are back, with a gentle smile to do finishing touches on your look. You try not to look at the armoire too much, opting instead to stare at it in the mirror.

You don't know what he wants, but you know that you're not going to give it to him. He's had two years to make things right, and it's too late to save what's left of the burning passion you once had for him.

Plus, you needed to put the safety of your family first. Ward Meachum would make a decent husband, and he'd pay the large debt owed to the Fisk family.

Everything would be okay.

On their way out, your parents step in. Your mother smiles, gushing over your dress and you return the emotion with enthusiasm of your own.

Your father has the decency to look guilty.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this." He says with a solemn face, and you appreciate his sincerity.

"I'll be okay." You say with more confidence than you feel, "I'll love him with time." It would be easy to love the man that saves your family.

"There's...something else." Your dad says, and look up at him wearily.

"I'm sorry I didn't mention it before, but in the contract... there's a criteria..."

"A baby." You say.

He blinks at you surprised.

You shake your head.

"Every powerful man wants an heir. How soon?"

"You have a year to conceive." He says.

So soon. You can't fake a smile at the news.

"Okay." You say, sucking in a breath, nodding.

"Okay, I'll see you at the church, I just need a couple of minutes."

Your mother hesitates to leave you, just like Karen did, holding on to you until she absolutely can't anymore.

The door is barely closed before you're rushing into the adjacent bathroom. You hover over the trash can for a moment, fighting the nausea. The door swings open.

"What the hell was that?" Billy asks angrily.

"Go. Away." You grunt.

He doesn't. He gets to his knees beside you.

"This. This was arranged? They're selling you like- like-"

"- like an animal." You answer, before you lean forward to empty the contents of your stomach into the trash can.

You reel back, hating the acrid scent, trying to avoid it. There was nothing left to give anyway.

When you're sure you're okay, you put the bin down and try to struggle to your feet with the dress in the way. He grips your arm to help you up.

You lean against the wall and you watch him grab some tissues, wetting them with water to bring to you. You dab at the edges of your lips, moving to the sink to rinse your mouth with water and then the small bottle of mouthwash on the sink.

"What happened?" He asks.

You sigh.

"I worked really hard to make it look real, so that no one would be able to tell. You can't say a word."

He says your name so fiercely. You look up at him in the reflection of the mirror.

"What. Happened?"

Like he cares.

"Dad made a bad business deal. Borrowed money from Kingpin. Couldn't pay it back. Lost a few toes. Went to Harold Meachum and made an offer. Meachum made a counteroffer. Dad accepted." You shrug a single shoulder.

"How much?"

"I genuinely don't know." You didn't have the heart to ask for the price you'd been sold at.

"You could have come to me."

You laugh. You don't stop.

"I'm pretty sure you told me you never wanted to see me again, don't be upset that I followed your orders."

He reaches for you, spins you till you're looking into his dark eyes.

"Don't marry him. I can help."

"Fuck. Off." You say, pulling your hands from his grip and storming out of the bathroom.

You find a small bottle of water and drink the entire thing, popping a small mint into your mouth as a precaution.

You don't get far before he's in your space again, gripping your hips and pulling your body into his, the fabric of your dress crushed against him.

You don't fight it, looking up at him, the way you've been dreaming of after all this time. One of your hands reach up to cup his face. He breathes out a gentle sigh, closing his eyes.

"I've wanted to be back in your arms for so long." You whisper, "I wish it was real."

He opens his eyes.

"It is real," he says, leaning in so that your noses brush against each other, "I love you."

You suck in a deep breath.

"You don't mean it."

"I do. I do mean it. I love you. I love every inch of you from your head to your toes."

"Then why?" You ask, voice cracking with emotion, you push away from him, "Why now? Why not months ago when the engagement was announced? Why not a year ago when I posted our first couple's photo?"

"Because I thought you loved him! And it killed me but I wanted to give you that chance at happiness."

"Well. Thank you." Your voice wobbles, fighting tears that will ruin your makeup, "Thank you for the opportunity. I will be happy."

You take purposeful, angry steps to the door.

His hand reaches out to stop it from opening.

"Prove that you don't love me," He whispers so quietly you can barely hear the words.

You can't resist it. You don't want to. Not when you have the chance to kiss him one last time.

You turn around and press your mouth to his. Your fingers fist his shirt to keep him close, his arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you off your feet. For a few moments, it feels like no time has passed, like you're with him again, like things are going to be okay.

It doesn't take long, before reality knocks on your door.

"Miss?" Your bodyguard calls, "It's almost time."

You pull your mouth from his, turning to the door, he keeps kissing at your cheek and neck.

"Be right there!" You say loudly.

Billy gives a quiet laugh.

"That's how you kiss someone you don't love?" He asks.

You suck in a breath, he slides you back down to your feet that feel a little wobbly beneath you.

You shake your head.

"I was practicing for my future husband." You say evenly, and you can tell that the words upset him by the way the muscle in his jaw jumps.

"Go home, Billy. Because I choose Ward, and you're too late."

You don't give him a chance to stop you, opening the door and escaping.

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[asirensrage]

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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[marvelmusing]

The Devil’s in the Details

[18+ content below]

Billy Russo getting a job as a bartender in one of Mafia!Reader’s clubs. The reader is quite low level in New York’s hierarchy of crime lords. But Billy sees potential - both for you and for him.

Billy’s always been good at manipulating people, and he’s no stranger to violence. He gives some of the best advice, and you soon find yourself eager to hear your bartender’s opinion on certain jobs and deals.

He finds himself listening to your problems, not just about work, and he actually starts caring about the nights where you work too late, or drink a little too much. He finds himself wanting to take care of you, especially when you admit one night that you long for someone else to take over. Sure, you love the power, the fact that no one can touch you. But you’re lonely, and making all the decisions is exhausting.

Somewhere along the way you and Billy end up in one another’s beds.

With Billy’s assistance, you work your way to the top, meeting up with New York’s finest criminals. It isn’t long before you’re the one they’re listening too. And of course, when you’re offered a seat at their table, you ensure that Billy is beside you.

Meaning that he can slide a hand under the skirt of your dress, make you come undone over his fingers, and tell everyone that from now onwards he’s the one in charge.

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

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[waywardcrow]

All eyes on us.

Summary: This wedding needs to happen, it's the only way you can protect the ones you love, the only problem is that you're in love with your husband-to-be and he would never love you back.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Stark!reader.

TW: Really not so many, talks of murder but very lightly, mentions of mysogyny, implications of mafia kind of stuff, death of parents, mention of future smut, curvy!reader, no mention of y/n and reader's nickname is Bells (context coming soon), kind of enemies to lovers but not really enemies, arranged marriage, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

Part of the Yours to lose series.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Everyone was waiting for her but she kept looking at herself in the mirror.

The wedding dress was beautiful, Pepper told her it was what Maria Stark –her mother- wore in her own wedding day and she loved it, the silk was too soft, hugging her curves with an ethereal touch and it had a subtle scent that she assumed belonged to the mother she couldn't remember.

Tony swore their mother loved her, their father too, the young bride couldn’t help but doubt it, they would not love her if they could see her now about to get married to a man who didn’t love her back, a man who humiliated her once for his pride, someone who probably only wanted what this arrangement could give him back.

How would she survive this marriage when it was impossible to leave the room and get to the Cathedral?

A knock in the door pulled her out of her mind, finding Natasha smiling at her in the reflection of the mirror.

“Are you ready, dear?” her friend knew the real answer but still gave her the chance to speak.

“I was about to go” she lied and the redhead gave her a knowing look “everyone it’s waiting, isn’t it?”

“You’re the bride, honey, they can wait” Natasha walked to her, looking like a goddess in her silver dress and put her arms around the bride’s body “you can say no, we can fight Russo’s father, hell, Billy would love having one more excuse to kill him.”

She was sure Billy would do it, not only for her but for his sister, for Madani and for himself but it wasn’t time yet, the alliances needed to be settled, Stark and Barnes had to fight alongside to kill Pierce and Carlo Russo. She made all that mess before getting her family back and nobody would take them from her, never again.

“It has to be done, Nat” she put the veil in her head and took the beautiful bouquet Becca left for her earlier “let’s go.”

Her friend must have seen something in her eyes that made her nod.

“Alright, Bells. Let’s do this” her nickname, the one Yelena gave her when they met years ago, made her smile, who could ever thought that knocking someone out with Christmas bells will change her life?

Natasha guided her trough the corridors to the waiting room where Tony was talking in a hushed tone with Pepper, her sister-in-law radiant with her baby bump, reminding her why this alliance needed to happen.

“I’d be waiting outside, dear” Nat kissed her cheek and went to take her place with the other bridesmaids.

Tony was staring at her, pale like a ghost, whispering his sister's name. It wasn’t the first time in the last months Bells was told how much alike she was with his mother, their mother but this time Tony didn’t say anything, just looked at her eyes to find determination that matched his concern.

“Everything it’s beautiful, Peps, thank you” the bride said and the ginger smiled with a hint of sadness barely visible.

“It’s the least I could do for you, topolina. You deserve beautiful things” she never had a mother, not that she could remember, but with Pepper there she could feel like she did.

Pepper gave her husband a gentle squeeze in the arm and went to join the rest of the guest.

“I have Frank ready to go, say the word and we leave” his first words almost made her chuckle, he spent the last fifteen days planning ways to get her out of this but Bells always refused, a small and stupid part of her happy because she would marry the man she loved.

“I want to do this, Tony, for all of us” that part it was true, this marriage was the only way she could protect him and Pepper and the baby, Billy and Dinah, Frank and Maria and the kids, the family she dreamed about since she was a kid and that she finally had. It also would save her from Carlo Russo’s greedy hands.

Bells knew one or two things about the mob, mostly from movies and for that she was sure the respect from his brother to her choices were more part of his good soul, she heard some stories from Maria that made her want to kill Carlo Russo even more.

True to the man she met not too long ago Tony didn’t fight her, instead he straightened his bow tie and extended an arm out for her to take it.

“Then allow me to walk you down the aisle, signorina, it will be my honour” the charm went back to his eyes and Bells could breathe, if she could count on them, she could do anything.

The music started playing when the wedding planner gave the signal and every one of her friends smiled at her or blew kisses at her before marching down the aisle. From where she was she could see Maria walk with confidence, not sparing a glance to her father who unfortunately was sited next to her brother Billy and Dinah.

Natasha was the last one, looking at her with reassurance one last time before following the others, then it was their turn.

“I love you, topolina”

“Love you too, Tony”

The crowd of guest was an unfocused picture, she only had eyes for the man waiting for her at the altar, wearing a black tux with a new haircut, his long chestnut locks were gone, sending a silly wave of sorrow through her veins.

She loved his hair, in an embarrassing impulse she remembered pulling his long hair to get him to kiss her again when-

Bells stopped herself.

It was dangerous to think about those times, they were gone the minute he saw her as one of his properties and decided to punish her for something she never did.

Bucky’s eyes never left her the whole way to him, drinking her like he was dying of thirst. Steve must have noticed too because he gave him a subtle bump to get him to blink and stop looking like he would commit sacrilege in the middle of the church.

The beautiful glass windows projected a million colors around her when Tony lifted the veil and with a barely visible hesitance put her hand in Bucky’s.

“I’m confident you will protect her with your life, Barnes” was all he said, dead serious when Bucky gave him a solemn nod and her brother kissed her forehead.

With her eyes watching her step, Bells avoided looking at him until it was impossible to keep going.

A soft smile, one she thought she lost forever, resurfaced when their eyes locked and the bride could read what he was thinking.

She was his, always was and always would be and he would never let her go.

I'd do bad things with you >>>

Hiya! I'm super happy to post this story even if I don't know what I'm doing, to be honest I'm not fluent in italian, so here's the translation of the pet names I used:

-topolina: Little mouse.

-signorina: Miss.

If I made a mistake with that, feel free to correct me and tell me what you think! What do you think it will happen?

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #mob!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst

[enretrogue]

𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Bumblebee Series: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢  — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Soft!Dark!Mafia!Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Peachy Sweet: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @straywords .☘︎ ݁˖

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Apple Bottom Jeans (+Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

#15 w/ Frank Castle — @bits-and-babs

Bambi With Fangs ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @bubuslutty

Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles

Bakery AU — @devils-dares

Love Language (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Imagine #1,044 (+ Shane Walsh) — @komotionlessqueenmm

Primal — @darlingshane

Instagram AU — @amhrosina

You’re Everything I Never Knew I Needed — @lemon-world1

Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella

Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch

“Come here…Hey! I said come. Here.” — @bullet-prooflove

Sanctuary — @glossysoap

Biting Truth — @narcolini

Soft Morning Sex w/ Frank — @amhrosina

Cutesy Blurb — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frank w/ An Inexperienced Reader — @amhrosina

STEVE ROGERS

His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

Spelling Out “I Love You” — @amhrosina

Baking w/ Matty and Frankie — @chvoswxtch

An Unexpected Delight — @amhrosina

TWD

GLENN RHEE

CDC — @collecting-stories

Feel Me — @nikkisheep

Never Stopped Looking — @glennrheesworld

Sex w/ Glenn — @strgrlxox

PEAKY BLINDERS

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Busted — @mlmxreader

Our Scars — @arzennn

MICHAEL GRAY

Behind On That Cute Date ⎢ Chocolate Pie — @anonymooseforever007

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Airport Snow — @there-goes-thefighter

Angel of Birmingham — @darkdevasofdestruction

Quid Pro Quo — @scorpiussage

THOMAS SHELBY

Dragon’s Den — @pherelesytsia

Afternoon Shelby Chaos ⎢The Boys ⎢Dad!Tommy ⎢Mr. Giraffe — @teenwolf-theoriginals

Mama Bear — @dlmlufics

Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics

Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics

Escape to Me — @daisyblinder

GEN. PEAKY BLINDERS

The Proposal (Shelby!Reader) — @anonymooseforever007

TGM

COURT GENTRY/SIERRA SIX

Take a Nap Amidst the Storm — @lloydsbitch

Home — @welcome-to-my-multiverse

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Ready for Destruction (Prologue) — @holylulusworld

STRANGER THINGS

JIM HOPPER

Handcuffed — @thisfanisgonesorry

Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84

Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it

Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world

Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu

DBF!Hopper — @ddejavvu

Final Essay — @keerysteacake

Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu

Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine

DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo

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