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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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◇ 𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑨 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — mob!andy barber × fem!reader × mob!lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — they wanted you, they enjoyed the hunt just as much as you enjoyed being chased. You didn't make it easy for them but it only prepared you that life with them wouldn't be easy.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT (at the end), violence, allusion murder, oral (f receiving) tongue fucking (at the end), heavy make out sessions, no p in v

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog, comment and follow | what do we think? I'm loving those four honestly, this chapter? a fucking pain in the ass, it took so long and instead of the p in v you only get oral. Well you gotta wait till 4th chapter

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹

Lloyd circled the man bound to the chair, he had several cuts in his knees and a cloth stuffed into his mouth. Two broad men stood by the door, preventing the man bound with ropes from escaping.

His rage about to boil over, a glare on his face as gripped the man’s throat. “You dare to ambush my girl, you think you have the right to scare her?” Lloyd flicked his knife into the thigh of his victim who’s scream was muffled through the cloth.

“What’s your plan huh? I know there is more,” something about this man felt familiar to Lloyd but he couldn’t quite place it.

“You two, try to get something out of him while I tend to my girl,” he instructed the two men at the door who nodded. The blonde opened the door for his boss while the brunette strode over to the bounded man.

He walked back to you and Andy. As he opened the door the sight in front of him almost had him on his knees.

Your head laid on Andy’s lap, your eyes closed while his fingers threaded through your hair and Alf laid on the other side of Andy. You looked so peaceful and comfortable.

Lloyd stepped inside with a soft smile, “how’s she doing?” he asked and sat himself next to Alf who lifted his head and turned his body towards the mob boss. “Better, she cried and then fell asleep,” Andy told him with a worried expression.

“I think there is more behind this man, stalking her for weeks? There has to be more,” Lloyd said leaning back against the couch.

Andy nodded along, agreeing with him. It was weird, they had to find out if it was only him and who the man was. “I don’t want her to be alone…what if there is actually someone bigger and they send someone else?”

The worries that Andy brought up were justified, but how would they tell you? “I don’t think she would feel okay to live with us,” Lloyd had a point, however they couldn’t think of another solution at the moment.

“She won’t, but what else can we do?” Andy was just as desperate as Lloyd and all they wanted was to protect you.

“We should wake her,” he added with a sigh, wanting everything but to wake you, you looked too beautiful.

Lloyd stroked your cheek gently, whispering into your ear, “sunshine, wake up, come on….” A soft hum left your lips, and a yawn escaped you, slowly your consciousness came back, and you began noticing your surroundings.

Slowly lifting your head, you saw Andy and Lloyd looking at you, rubbing your eyes it didn’t take a second before you had a wet nose against your cheek.

“Alf,” you giggled and stroked through his fur, he wiggled his tail excitingly. Sitting up you felt a hand wrapped around your waist which belonged to Andy, “how are you feeling?” he instantly asked.

“Better, did you catch the guy?” you came right to the point. This could finally be the end of all the nights you spend in bed paranoid he would break in and do horrible things.

“We did, but it’s more guys than you might think,” Lloyd said, and your eyes widened in shock, fright washing over your face at his reveal. Behind you Andy groaned annoyed, slapping his hand against his forehead.

“Way to go Lloyd,” he muttered with a sigh. There was no easy way to tell you this, but this isn’t how it should have been done.

Fear took over your body, goosebumps running down your neck. There was more, there were more, how could this happen? Why were they after you, why you? Out of instinct you stood up and walked towards to the door, Alf immediately followed you.

Alf pushed his body in front of you to stop you from leaving, “no, no, Alf if there are more I have to go. I can’t be here, I need to leave, if they come,” your breath quickened and a tight feeling spread through your chest, “I can’t breathe, I can’t-.”

Two strong arms closed around you and a familiar scent reached your nose, Lloyd. “You’re save, I promise sunshine,” he whispered against your shaking body.

Gently and slowly, he guided you back to the sitting area, he moved you to sit first, “now lay down, on Andy’s lap with your head and feet on up,” he instructed. Your breathing became shorter as the tightening in your chest closed.

“Blacks, come here,” Lloyd patted the spot next to you, Alf followed the ask and sat in front of you. The sight of you panting and feeling bad made him sad, he didn’t want you to be in pain.

Andy followed his partners actions and realised what he was doing, like before his fingers began stroking through your hair. Alone this action had you calming down a little, not as much as you wanted, but it helped.

“Lay your head on her chest blacks,” the mob boss guided the dog’s head towards you who obeyed his wish.

With Alf’s head in your chest the breathing became easier, your hand found his head which you scratched. It calmed down your nerves and you were able to take normal breaths while the tightening slowly vanished.

It felt like magic, your body calmed, your mind calmed, everything calmed. However, the scary thoughts were still present, and you had no idea how to make them leave.

“What happened,” the past ten minutes felt like a blur. “You had small panic attack,” Andy explained, his fingers combing through your loose hair.

A panic attack? You never had one before or thought one would feel like this. Everything was too much, and you needed a break, a safe space. You tried thinking about a place however nothing came up that made sense to you.

Wanda lived with her husband together and as much as you loved her, they fucked like rabbits. Besides the red head you had no other friends which never worried you before, would have come in handy now knowing more people.

You couldn’t go back to your own flat, if Lloyd was right – which he very much could be – then they knew where you lived. Was there even a place you could go?

“Darling, we don’t think you can go back to your flat,” Andy words came right out of your mind, his tone sincere while he never stopped touching you. The feeling of his rough yet gentle hands cooling your nerves.

“Then where should I go, huh?” your voice was dry, you couldn’t understand why all of this was happening to you.

Your eyes found Lloyd’s who’s gaze was on Andy, you couldn’t see his expression however it clicked in your mind. Instantly you sat up, accidentally pushing Alf back before glaring at both men.

“No, no, no, fuck no! Who knows what you two do when you’re alone?” Was this some kind of movie? A book? Something completely fictional? This would be the most stupid idea you ever heard.

Alf put his paw on your shoulder and looked at you with his puppy dog eyes, “not you too, Alf we can’t…we barley know them,” he whimpered in response which had you shaking your head, “I know I wanted to go on a date with them but that doesn’t mean I’ll move in with them,” you explained.

Lloyd’s head snapped towards you at the last words, hope blooming in his stomach. “You wanted to say yes?” his eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky.

The question pulled you from your conversation with Alf, at a lose of words no tone came from your lips.

Suddenly Lloyd kneeled in front of you and took your hands in his, “you wanted to accept even though the lines were complete trash?” A small smile adorned your lips, Lloyd’s reaction was adorable.

“Yeah, they were trash, but I guess it did work,” you admitted.

Internally Lloyd was beaming and when he met Andy’s eyes the bearded man wore a proud smile, they shared a silent conversation.

“It will be the best date you’ve ever had, darling,” Andy promised, his eyes meeting yours and the need to kiss him erupted in your stomach again. Now you were able to really see them, they showed you that they weren’t just assholes – well Lloyd showed it to you.

They were gentle, sweet and caring, add to that they liked Alf and he liked them. This meant the world to you.

Alf nudged your side with big eyes, you knew exactly what he wanted. “Fine, I will live with you but I want my own room, we have to get my stuff from my flat and you two don’t try any funny business. Clear?” you looked at them expectingly.

“Crystal,” they said unison, without wasting another second, they stood up and motioned you to follow them. First stop, your flat.

It was quite a lot you took from your home, Alf things overtook 40 % while the rest were all kinds of clothes, shoes and some blankets as well as a pillow. You needed something that reminded you of your home when you would be in this new environment.

Andy and Lloyd helped you with everything and even animated you to take more, but you feared that it would be too much after all it was still a mystery how big the room was.

The drive to their house from yours wasn’t a short one and had you wondering if they drove to your café this long way every Wednesday just to see you.

Lloyd was driving and stopped in front of a big ass house, your mouth fell open at the sight of the beautiful house, no scratch that. It was a fucking mansion. Then it downed on you, of course that would have such a big house.

Once inside you couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful interior design, it looked modern yet had a vintage touch.

You followed the two with Alf who wiggled his tail, both men stopped and Andy opened an oak door to reveal the bedroom in which you could sleep for now. Two different men came up behind you and brought your stuff along with Alf’s.

“You have your own bathroom and closet right here, if you need us we’re right across from you. Good night, darling,” he held your waist as he kissed your cheek. Your cheeks warming up.

Next was Lloyd, “good night, sunshine,” he went to kiss your cheek but you laid your hand on his cheek and guided him to your lips. To say Lloyd was surprised would be an understatement, however he didn’t waste a second to kiss you back.

You expected his lips to be rough, but they were as soft as a pillow. He moved his lips over yours as his tongue licked along your bottom lip asking to be invited in.

The way he kissed you made you want more of him, a burning fire lit inside your body. It took everything in you to pull away.

You panted heavily, your lips swollen and lightly red. Lloyd didn’t know what to say, he was flabbergasted, “sunshine…,” “I kissed Andy in the restaurant, I didn’t want you to feel left out and maybe I really wanted to kiss you,” your head hung low, a bit embarrassed to admit this.

“Desperatly,” he suddenly said with a smirk. Your eyes snapped up, taken back by his statement, “what?” “you wanted to kiss me desperately, you kissed me as if you were starving,” there he was again, the cocky Lloyd.

“You think so? I kissed you as if I was starving?” you stepped closer to him, “then you better feed me enough, don’t want me feeling bad…,” he still towered over you, but that didn’t stop you from teasing him.

You snaked your arms around his neck, nose to nose with him now. “You would like that wouldn’t you…feeding me with your…,” you never finished the sentence, instead you pushed him out of the room where Andy was already waiting. “Good night,” were your last words to him before closing the door in his face.

“Your dick is hard,” Andy stated as he slipped his hand into his dress pants pockets with a sigh. The sight the played out aroused him too, you and Lloyd together was something he dreamed of.

“Rock hard,” Lloyd agreed while grimacing, you would pay for that later. “Want me to help ya out?” Andy lifted his brow he could need some help himself. With a strained nod Lloyd agreed and walked towards their bedroom, Andy followed suit with a chuckle.

Inside the room you laid in bed with Alf cuddled up against you, “what did we get ourself into huh Alfi?” you whispered while leaning your forhead against his.

It didn’t take long before your eyes fell shut, too exhausted from today to keep going. It felt good finally being able to rest without having to fear anything, just laying there and relax your muscles.

The night went by faster than you’d liked, a wet nose nudged yours before a tongue licked over your face having you giggling.

You tried pushing Alf back, but he kept coming back, “okay, okay, I’m gonna get up,” at those words the black dog jumped up towards the door.

Huffing you opened the door for him knowing he would be on his way to find Lloyd and Andy. You found it truly remarkable how much he liked them, throwing on a sweatshirt along with pants your first finished your normal morning routine.

As you saw yourself in the mirror everything that happened in the 24 hours began to rewind in your mind. What were you doing here? You couldn’t stay here, what if all of this is a trap to get you to like them? You couldn’t go out there…but then they would come to you meaning there was no way out.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to go after Alf, you put on the confidence and buried the fear deep inside.

From downstairs you were able to hear a soft music drumming around the walls, you didn’t recognise the song though it did sound pleasant. You walked into the direction of the music which led you to the kitchen where you found Andy in a black apron flipping pancakes.

He looked so domestic, like a husband who made breakfast for his wife whom he loved more than she could ever imagine. It was truly a sight for sore eyes and you never wanted to look away.

You had to tear your gaze away when you heard Lloyd coming in with Alf, confused you wondered where they had been.

All three didn’t seem to notice you yet and that resulted in Lloyd sneaking Alf a stripe of bacon from the pan. Your mouth agape you couldn’t believe what he did – okay you could.

“Now, now, what do we have here,” you drawled out and leaned against the door frame.

All heads shot up your dog hid behind the counter. It clicked in your head and you slowly crept around the marble knowing Alf was right on the other side waiting for you.

“Ha! Caught you,” jumping around to surprise him, with a wiggling tail he pushed his body into you and then zoomed around you while you stroked through his fur wildly. “Did you eat bacon huh?”

As you played with Alf the mob bosses couldn’t take their eyes off you, completely starstruck. You looked beautiful, hair a little messy, the sweats you wore made the feel like you were comfortable in their home and around them, it also looked like you belonged here with them.

Standing up with a smile you saw Andy and Lloyd staring at you, with heated cheeks you sat down at the kitchen isle. Their gazes trailing after you in the process.

Andy was the first one to snap out of it and walked back to the stove where he continued making breakfast. He swiftly moved around the kitchen knowing your eyes were on him the whole time. Why did he have to look so fucking handsome while cooking? A thought running through your head without end.

“How did you sleep sunshine?” Lloyd asked while putting a plate in front of you along with a glass of apple juice.

Andy put a pancake, two stripes of bacon and placed a bowl of strawberries next to it. “We thought this could be our first date,” the handsome cook in front of you proposed as his partner placed go more plates on the counter.

The idea wasn’t bad, it actually sounded good. A cute, romantic breakfast alongside Andy and Lloyd could be fun, you also didn’t have to go out which you were thankful for as you had no nerve in your body that wanted to go out. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you agreed, smiling shyly.

Lloyd grinned and sat down opposite from you just like Andy. At first there was a awkward silence surrounding the room, you weren’t sure if it was your nervousness or theirs.

But could they be nervous? “What’s your favourite colour?” Lloyd asked out of nowhere. Yep, they were nervous too.

“Oh, well I don’t really have one I think...I do like red though,” you while munching your pancakes which were delicious. “Do you have one?” you asked back, catching Lloyd of guard, “’m not sure, maybe…,” he trailed of.

“What’s your favourite movie?” Andy went on this ask as Lloyd was still thinking what his favourite colour could be.

The questions they had confused you, it was normal small talk of course but there could be so many things to talk about other than the standard questions. It had you wondering if they’d ever been on a date before, time to ask, “have you two been on a date before?” you chuckled.

The question wasn’t one they had expected, “no, not really…I fucked a lot of women but I didn’t date them,” Lloyd admitted, the confession caused your eyes to widen.

“I was on one, however it’s been years since that,” Andy added and Lloyd snorted, “yeah the bitch was the only one,” receiving a glare from his partner Lloyd shrugged, “it’s the truth,” he had no regrets in saying this.

“I know, but we don’t have to talk about her yet. Unlike you I don’t talk about other women I slept with on the first date,” Andy bit back as he took a sip from his coffee. “Like you have slept with that many women, there was the bitch and maybe a hooker then you couldn’t get it up with any other women after you saw her,” at the ‘her’ Lloyd motioned towards you.

Wow, okay, too much information, you thought as you chewed on the bacon however the scene was quite amusing.

“Because your dick is any better? Who helped you last night after you got hard huh?”

Now you really didn’t know what to say, Andy literally implied that he at least gave Lloyd a hand job. Well, now the question was answered if they fuck each other. Not that the sexual tension you felt between them wasn’t giving it away, but you could have been wrong.

“So, neither of you really been on a date in the last few months. My favourite movie is Legally Blonde, I have a dog called Alf, I don’t talk to my parents and I had sex with three men so far,” their expressions were priceless, “your turn,” you propped your chin on the back of your hand.

To say the two were shocked would be a little understatement, suddenly Andy realised what he said and what revealed of himself. You weren’t supposed to know about his ex-wife yet – or never he wished.

Lloyd didn’t seem to realise everything he said yet because he smirked or he did that because he was proud of it, no that didn’t make sense…did it?

“Can we go back to before the talk about who we slept with?” Andy pleaded. A light wave of guilt rushed through your veins, you knew how hard it could be to talk about the past and what it could do to people.

“I’m sorry,” you took his hand squeezing it gently, it was a silent promise that you were here if he needed to talk, a promise that you wouldn’t force him to talk about. Andy looked up at you with a grateful smile.

It took Andy a long time to process what Laurie, his ex-wife had done to him. She made him depend on her while she did everything she wanted and made Andy think it was his fault if she met with other men.

He was isolated from everyone only went to work then home and cooked for Laurie who came to scold him for everything she found. Then he’d try to make it up to her, her good mood would last a few day.

Lloyd was the one who got him out of there, cursed Laurie to hell and threatened her with everything he had. She ran for the hills.

After all this it took Andy a long time to heal and trust people, until now he only trusted a handful of people. One of them being Lloyd and he desperately hoped he could trust you.

“Here try this,” Andy held up a strawberry covered in chocolate cream, “I made it myself,” he said proudly. Without hesitating you took a bite, the sweet chocolate mixed with the strawberry tasted amazing and felt like heaven to your tastebuds.

You accidentally moaned loudly, “this is amazing, god.” Both men shared a look, this could end very different from what they had planned.

“If everything you cook is that good than I’m jealous Lloyd gets that every day,” you exclaimed ditching the strawberry into the cream again, “really fucking good,” another quiet moan rolled of your lips.

“Sunshine, if you don’t stop moaning I will bend you over this table and fuck you until you’re moaning my name,” Lloyd growled and slammed his hand on the marble plate.

“What…,” you swallowed the strawberry, completely caught off guard by his words, “I, uh, really,” stumbling over your own words as Andy stood up and rounded the counter. He came to you, towering over you.

He laid his hand on your cheek letting his thumb trail down to your lips, “if I had know you’d make such sounds, I would have cooked for you a lot earlier…,” his gaze was intense, you didn’t dare to move your eyes.

With his thumb he stroked your bottom lip, “you liked it? Liked the way my cream tasted?” the last sentence was whispered against your ear, his face so close to you it had you clenching your thighs together.

You were too lost in Andy that you hadn’t noticed him stand up and walk behind you until his hands gently gripped your waist.

“If you want us to stop, say it now,” he whispered against your skin while kissing up your neck. “We know it’s early, but we can’t hold back anymore. You’re beautiful, kind, funny,” Andy explained resting his forehead on yours.

To you it felt good that the respected your choice, that they gave you a choice. Though you had to agree with them it was still early, your first date was still going but who could say no to those men? Exactly.

“Stop the sweet talk and get on with it,” you commanded leaning your head on Lloyd’s shoulder who made a tsk noise, “so, bossy.”

His hand slide beneath you sweat pants, finger tips colliding with your sensitive nub. You jerked slight at the contact.

“Mhm response little girl...,” Lloyd rasped, his tone deep and fulfilling. Two digits moved your panties to the side slipping through your wet folds. “She’s wet Andy, so wet,” he raved.

Andy chuckled before placing his lips on yours, at first it was a little peck but then he pulled away. You chased after him to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. In desperate need of his tongue, you opened your mouth for him, a satisfied moan leaving your throat as your tongues danced over dominance.

The kiss almost swallowed you, had you rocking your hips against Andy’s and if it wasn’t for Lloyd’s hand on your cunt you would have fallen of the stool.

Lloyd entered your leaking hole, his fingers already big enough to have you gasping. He curled them against your spongy walls hitting that spot in a span of a one minute. Who or what was this man? Could he be a wizard, how did he find your g-spot that quick.

A black shadow in the corner of your eye had you pushing Andy away instantly, “bedroom, we need a bedroom, dog,” was all you managed to say but both understood.

Unfortunately, Lloyd had to take his fingers away from your heat, a whimper left your mouth at the loss of contact.

Andy carried you into their bedroom, throwing gently on the soft cushions. At first his body was right above you, then he was gone...along with your pants. “Ready darling?” he asked smirking.

Confused you looked down at him, a second later you were pulled closer to the edge of the bed and Andy latched at your cunt like a starved man. A high-pitched moan slipped from your mouth. His tongue truly sinful.

Meanwhile Lloyd had discarded his polo shirt and rounded the bed. Your eyes found him, and it gave you a chance to admire his muscled chest, he looked like a Greek god. Well build and toned skin, how could you have let this man slide huh? If that was how Lloyd looked beneath his clothes than you couldn’t wait for Andy.

Lloyd’s big hand grabbed your chin to make you look at him, “does that feel good? Tell Andy how good it feels,” he commanded.

“Feels good, feels, oh so fucking good,” you arched your back as Andy dipped his tongue into your needy hole. You spread your legs further apart to grant him more access. He chuckled and slipped his hand under your thighs gripping them in a tight hold, “move and you will regret it,” he murmured.

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. You cried out, your hands searching for hold on the bedsheets.

“Mhm, you look so beautiful falling apart on Andy’s tongue,” Lloyd told you and leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth when the man between your legs stroked over your clit with his thumb, on the finishing line to bring you to your climax.

Lloyd loosened your hand and guided it to his neck to help you get a better hold as Andy devoured you. The knot in your stomach tighten, you bit into Lloyd’s bottom lip and your hand threaded into his soft hair.

You pulled on his roots, a silent scream running through your body as your orgasm hit you. “Andy, god don’t stop,” those weren’t your words, they belonged to the man who had his nose in your neck while you gripped his hair.

They way you held onto him, he groaned it felt too good. It didn’t go unnoticed by Andy how Lloyd reacted, the sight was one he would never get tired of seeing.

His fingers dipped into you, pumping in and out quickly as he ravished your pussy, pushing you through your high. “I won’t stop, don’t worry…you don’t want me to stop do you darlin’? No, you want me to ruin you…,” god, his tongue was truly filthy.

How did you deserve this? What Andy did was the best oral you ever received and you wanted more. He slowed his movements down and your body calmed.

“Do you want to keep going?” His tone is softer and more gentle than before. Honestly? You would love to, but you felt exhausted from just this little, you needed a few minutes first, “need a minute Barber,” you told him as you head fell back. Lloyd chuckled at your words and dragged you a bit more towards the headboard.

Andy covered you with a blanket and laid down next to you just like Lloyd. You felt dizzy, still not able to comprehend how you were this spent after one orgasm.

“How long do you think you need?” Lloyd asked, stroking your hair from your forehead. “Give me five minutes buddy.”

“If I didn't wanna fuck you this bad I would teach you manners first…but you will learn them soon enough.”

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 — @smile1318 @wintasssoldier @xcaptain-winterx @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx @jobean12-blog @buckymcu12

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babyjakes · 1 year

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event | kinktober 2022

prompt | mob boss

pairing | mob boss!andy barber x innocent!reader

warnings | implied dubcon, soft!dark!andy, me not knowing how tf to write a mob au, no real smut just build up

word count | 340

okay i have literally never written this trope bc i straight up don't know how but!! here's my attempt lol: i'm thinkin about criminal mastermind andy barber finding poor little you caught up in some big scheme, and now you know too much and it's too late— except you're so pretty, and innocent, and scared, and that's just how he likes his girls ❤️maybe you're crying in front of him and his men after you were dragged in, outed by your piece of shit boyfriend who was involved in it all. "shhhh," you're surprised at how soothing andy's tone is as he speaks to you, pulling you over to stand in front of him as he sits at his large desk. "take a deep breath, baby. we won't get anywhere with you this upset." he lifts you up easily to sit ontop of his papers, even reaching up gently to wipe away your tears as you sniffle. "p-please, i swear i didn't know! i-i won't say anything, i'll—" but he's cutting you off before you can finish. "honey, you and i both know that's not how this works," he croons, a look of pity sprawled across his handsome face. "but don't worry, sweetheart. i'm not gonna hurt you; no one has to get hurt here," he promises you as one of his large hands comes up to graze over your thigh. cheeks heating up at his touch, you look at him almost stupidly. "poor thing, really doesn't know what she's in for, huh?" andy comments to one of his men as he stands a few feet away. "y-you're won't hurt me?" you ask carefully. rubbing a bit further up your leg, andy offers you the sincerest smile (with a vivid sense of darkness lingering just beneath the surface) as he shakes his head. "of course not, pretty girl. not if you're good, not if you do exactly as i say..." as his fingers slip up under your dress and reach your throbbing core, you realize exactly what he means 😏

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barnxyes · 1 year

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moth to a flame - dark mob andy barber x fem actress reader | Chapter 1

- Summary: You have captivated the boss’s heart much to your obliviousness.

Warning(s): Mentions of stalking, kidnapping, obsession + mentions of guns + needle, armed men, reader is drugged.

WC: 4.6k

AN: Let me know what you thought! Reblogs, Asks & Comments are much appreciated!

With a sigh of exhaustion, your head plopped against the window of the vehicle, eyes heavy as they closed , desperately calling for sleep.

The AC hummed with peace, your driver's hand thumping against the wheel with the music coming from his ear as he continued to drive. Night was yet to come, the sun hidden behind the curtains of gray, dark clouds with shocks of lighting emerging.

Your peace was stolen, taken suddenly with a gasp of alarm as screeching tires resounded, your body lurching towards the driver's seat with force as the car came to a halt. The pain from the seat belt jamming onto your chest wasn’t comprehend from the fear that took over when your eyes set on three vehicles that surrounded yours

“What - what the fuck is going on?”

You couldn’t see it, but Ari gulped, his hand on his holster, ready to unveil his handgun at any second. But yet, he knew he couldn’t do much because an entourage of men in suits made their way out of their black SUV’s, five or six in each.

It was months ago that your management had upped the security after a man tried - but failed to take you as his own.

If anything, you felt bad for the guy, expending his time, YEARS of stalking, and spending his last dime all for you until he realized that you’d never be his to keep. He planned it all, but unfortunately for him he was only one and he was taken in seconds.

But, all extent security seemed a bit too extreme and stupidly you’d only taken Ari in because the man was trustful and the most loyal man to date. “Stay calm ma’am. They might just ask for money.”

“Money? Ari, look at them. They don’t need money.”

Surprisingly, he took to rolling down the window with not an ounce of fright in his voice or expression. But, you on the other hand trembled slightly, giving a tight lipped smile when the eyes of the man who approached the windom connected with yours. He dressed simply, a black leather jacket wrapped around his upper torso with washed out blue jeans and aviator sunglasses that he took off and handed to a man behind.

The man stopped just next to Ari’s door, his hand wrapping around the front of his pants as his other dragged through his shaven head.

“May I help you gentleman?” Ari started.

“You very well can, sir, Mr. Levinson. I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the car. The three of you.”

Ari didn’t miss a beat. “Why?”

The man’s eyes traveled once again to yours, a hint of a smirk forming on the corner of his lips. “Boss’s orders.” He shrugged. “Curtis, pleasure I’m sure. Please, don’t make this difficult. Oh, also hand over the sidearm that I know you’re holding.”

It seemed he didn’t know patience, for he sighed, his hand immediately pressing the SUV’s buttons that unlocked the vehicle. Ari was quick too, taking advantage of what the man standing before him did, pointing the gun straight at him.

Curtis smirked, raising his hands up in the air with mockery because as soon as Ari raised his firearm, more were soon to follow from the entourage of men that stopped your car.

“Well…this is awkward. You brought a knife to a gunfight.” He pouted with a derisive laugh as he shook his head with faux disappointment and sighed. “Get her out.”

“Don’t you dare touch me!” You grunted, kicking at the two men who came for you, their hands gripping your forearms with a harshness that made your skin burn. “Ari! Let me go!”

“Please, ma’am!” One of them spoke. “Don’t be difficult. We truly do not mean you any harm.” His sentence fell on deaf ears for you kicked one where the sun did not shine and punched the other just as Ari had taught you. They both cried out, tending to their injuries with grimaces and while they did, you took the opportunity to run, dashing through the barrier of cars that stood around you.

But Curtis was faster, and with a cackle he wrapped his arms around your middle, his grip tight as your body flailed. “Not so fast Ms. Hollywood.” He gritted. Behind you, you could hear Ari’s grunts of struggle against the hold of multiple men holding him back from getting to you.

“Why are you doing this!”

Curtis was strong, holding you in his vice grip with one arm as his other went inside of his leather jacket, fishing something out of it and when you saw it, the thin and clear syringe in his hold, you cried out even more, thumbing your legs against his boots.

He hissed, annoyed with the slight sting. “Like I said -,” he spoke, gritting the top of the needle with his teeth before spitting it out on the ground and inserting it inside your skin.

“No, no no.” Mumbling, your body sagged against his as your vision blurred and your body felt heavy.

“ - bosses orders.”

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Disgruntled Drysdales

Rogers Family Expansion

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Victoria (OC)

Summary: Things were going great, he was preparing to say the "L' word, so naturally it was time for everything to go to shit.

Though they’d gotten off to a hesitant start, once they started cohabitating Ransom and Tori found themselves comfortable with one another. About six months in he was nearly ready to use the ‘L’ word. IT surprised him how easy it was to be a husband, especially when he didn’t work and his wife willingly took on the breadwinner role. Not that he was cooking or cleaning around the house like a proper house husband, he hired people to handle those responsibilities, but he made an effort to always be home before her so he could welcome her home and assist in her decompressing from work as well as kissing her goodbye every morning. It inadvertently made him live a healthier life, he wasn’t staying out all night getting drunk or stoned, his schedule was pretty lax but improvement nonetheless. He woke up to his wife off for the day with a kiss and a cup of coffee, breakfast at one of his many siblings homes, spend a few hours at the gym, lunch with his shitty mother and step or other members of the Thrombey Family, and then head home to be with Tori. That was another massive change for him, he genuinely cared about Tori’s well being and happiness which was reciprocated without requirements or terms. Tori's harsh exterior could melt away and become relaxed, even playful when it was just the two of them. He’d never admit it to his siblings but he was grateful to his family for forcing him into this arrangement.

Victoria found herself in similar musings, she’d loved her life before but there was something about knowing someone who cared for you at home waiting for you to unload day and unwind together. It didn’t matter the capacity, it could be chilling and watching television together or fucking the day away. It has surprised her to learn Ransom’s mommy issue had manifested as a kink, where this grumpy man turned into a bottom in the bedroom, something Victoria adapted to once she cleared the air about not wanting to actually become a mother. His relief and willingness to ensure they didn’t have kids but could play in the bedroom however they decided. It was the final nail in Tori’s coffin, she could no longer state she didn’t love her husband.

A year into marriage that happiness was threatened when Tori went to see the doctor. She had had a cold her doctor prescribed antibiotics for but a month later she was starting to feel sick again and was concerned something more serious might be wrong with her. As a concerned husband, Ransom accompanied her to the appointment where the doctor ordered some tests to be run.

“Good news, you aren't sick but you are pregnant,” the doctor's smile immediately dropped at the expecting parents' reactions. Ransom’s face reddened, his whole body tense while Tori was completely frozen, like she wasn’t present in the moment.

“I’m on birth control and we always use protection.”

“Birth control isn’t always 100%, it was probably negated by the antibiotics you were previously on. As for condoms: they break, they expire, they can be faulty, or applied correctly.”

“Ransom?” Tori looked up to her husband, fighting back angry tears that wanted to fall. But instead of receiving the supportive husband she needed, she was faced with the cold version of Hugh Drysdale, the man who was normally reversed for visits to his mothers family.

“What are our options?” There was no emotion in his voice as he put space between himself and Tori, like her condition was contagious and he’d catch it if he stood too close.

“Um … there’s-”

“Thank you for your assistance. I will be keeping my child.” Tori snapped, gathering her clothes, escaping from the examination room.

She found sanctuary in the restroom where she practically ripped the paper examine gown off, tossed it to the floor and collapsed on top of it finally letting her tears fall. Looking down at her flat stomach and crying even harder. How was this fair? Annie was actually trying to have a kid and it kept resulting in miscarriages not to mention the difficulties getting pregnant in the first place and here she was accidentally pregnant not knowing what to do. She knew what Ransom wanted, what they both had agreed on but that was no longer an option. Their family of two would never be that again, regardless of the decisions that followed. If she aborted or put the kid up for adoption she’d never have peace again she would be consumed with the what ifs and pain of terminating the pregnancy or full of concern over the child's life once she signed away her rights. She’d had students who made those choices and the mental turmoil they endured for months after the fact was ever prevalent in her mind, so no, she wouldn’t choose either of those options. They’d fucked up and now she would endure the consequences either with her husband or alone. Raising the kid herself she knew she had the financial means to provide for the kid and they would be given every opportunity to succeed.

Did she want to have a baby? No. Did she want to give it away? No. Did she want to terminate the pregnancy? No.

“Babe, open the door.” Ransom’s angry voice came through the door, snapping her out of her self pity. “We need to talk about this!”

No, she wasn’t ready to talk. She got dressed, washed her tear streaked face and exited the bathroom where Ransom was waiting for her. He opened his mouth to speak but she put her hand up to stop him. “Dont. I don’t want to talk about this right now. I’m still processing and your anger isn’t helping.”

“Of course I’m-”

She couldn’t handle him right now, she walked past him pulling out her phone and ordering an uber, Ransom trailed behind her. She’d handled him mad before, that was him anytime he was around his mother but right now she was vulnerable and full of her own self hate. She kissed his cheek throwing him off guard long enough for her to get into the uber and drive off.

She went to Juliana; she'd become close to the other mafia born wife of the Rogers since she herself joined the family given their commonalities in upbringing. Though the two of them were close but Jewls was unpredictable. She needed to talk to someone about the pregnancy that was objective, granted she didn’t know how Jewls would react but she was her best bet. None of the siblings had kids yet, with the exception of Frank and Daphne who were raising Mary so she could have theoretically gone to anyone but Annie and Steve. But she choose Jewls because of their connection and Ransom’s fear of the psycho woman who he was convince would one day murder him.

Jewls wasn’t expecting company but as always she welcomed Tori in with open arms, the two getting comfortable on the couch with a bottle of wine. The refusal of a wine glass sent Tori into a spiral as she confessed everything to her friend.

“You are the one who has to live with whatever decision is made and if Ransom fights you on it let me know.” Jewls put her hands together and wiggled her fingers. “Lloyd bought me a sexy new sniper, I’d be happy to give it a trail run on your husband.”

“You’re not killing my brother.” Lloyd signed entering the room with a bag of peanuts. He dropped a kiss to his wife's forehead and plopped down in the arm chair. “He occasionally deserves your ire but he is family.”

“Baby,” Jewls purred, an evil flint in her eyes. “How would you react if I said I was pregnant?”

Lloyd choked on the peanut he tossed in the air to catch with his mouth, Jewls bursting into laughter while Lloyd coughed and tried to dislodge the small nut from his esophagus. “I thought we agreed to wait, Princess?” Recovering from choking he didn’t give a shit about Tori seeing the softer side of himself he reversed solely for his wife.

“Relax, I’m not but your asshole brother blew up. You at least tried to be composed, whereas Ransom nearly demanded an abortion on the spot without even considering Tori.”

Relieved he wasn’t the problem he relaxed back into his chair as his wife had instructed. “Congrats?” he asked Tori. “Are we happy or not?”

“I don’t know,” she confessed, pressing on her temples to try and ease the stress headache that had formed.

“Well would you be okay killing it?” Lloyd asked simply, Tori shook her head. “What about having someone else raise it?” another head shake. “Well there you go mommy/”

“Gross, don’t call me that!” Tori groaned, finally laughing. “Only Ransom calls me that.”

It was Lloyd’s turn to cringe in disgust, “Great now I have to put a bullet in my head.”

“You set yourself up for that,” Jewls laughed. “You can stay here if you’d like tonight.”

“Thanks but I should go home and talk to Ransom, but I will probably be back.”

The Drysdale’s had had minor disagreements and spate throughout their marriage but never as bad as they fight that ensured that night when Tori returned home. She confided that she wasn’t happy about the situation but now that she was pregnant she was going to raise this child with or without him. Ransom’s choice taken from him without regard for his thoughts or arguments was reminiscent of how his family had treated him only enraging him further. It's like he could just not be involved, by the contact of their marriage they were required to reside together 8 months out of the year. And he was always home so that put the majority of the responsibilities on his shoulder. A point he mentioned that she wanted him to fulfill but his opposition had her countering with hiring a nanny.

That night Ransom slept on the couch, unable to reason or resolve things with his wife. Several weeks he spent sleeping on that couch he’d previously loved but now despised before they moved into a two bedroom place and Tori started sleeping on an air mattress in what would be the nursery, leaving their bed for him. His hard demeanor nearly cracked at the nonverbal act of care for his well being, even while their marriage was on the rocks. Then her baby bump began to show and his frustration was reinvigorated, his stubbornness winning out.

He found himself falling back into old habits of drugs and alcohol but try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to revert into his manwhore ways. The thought of him sleeping with someone who wasn’t his wife was unappealing which left him unable to perform even while indulging in porn. Which was probably for the best, if their current estrangement could be overcome cheating would have ultimately been the straw to fully break their marriage.

Throughout Tori’s pregnancy his brothers and their partners were the ones to support and care for Tori, even trying to reason with Ransom but he was unphased.

It was during the third trimester he decided he didn’t want to lose Tori, he still wasn’t sure how to handle the baby situation but he decided to take things one step at a time. To get back into his wife's food graces he had Curtis assist him in preparing the nursery and building all the furniture Tori had ordered. In doing so, Ransom discovered he was having twin daughters. For the first time in his life, Ransom pushed past his anger and continued the task listening to his older brother for how Tori had wanted the nursery painted. Apparently the twins would be identical so in an effort to not confuse the two Tori had a set color scheme: baby 1 would be pink and green while baby 2 would be purple and yellow. Combinations he wouldn’t have personally chosen but then he saw the linens of soft yellows with lavender and then bubble gum pink with blue-green linens and found it worked.

The happiness on his huge wifes face as she waddled toward him and threw her arms around him have been the reward for his efforts. The night they resumed sleeping in their bed together, things weren’t as tense, their relationship was being repaired but Tori was mindful of his continued hesitance and tried to avoid discussing the topics. Ransom tried to be better, not able to stomach the idea of losing her. He would check in with her, rub her back, and assist her in shaving as she’d grown too big to do so herself.

It wasn’t until Tori finally gave birth and Ransom was holding one of his two daughters while Tori breastfed the other that a switch flipped within him. He suddenly found himself fully devoted to Sophia and Penelope Drysdale, the surge of bliss that filled his heart as he held his daughter brought tears to his eyes. Holding his daughter to his bare chest as Tori’s audio book had advised he felt the bond forming that it had said would, he knew he’d protect them even over his wife and himself. All it took was one look and one touch and he was at the mercy of the two girls who couldn’t even feed themselves. He was ready and willing to be the stay-at-home dad that Tori had initially wanted but now he was ready to be all in. So much that Tori couldn’t help smirking when Ransom had to hand Sophie over to be fed and instantly started pouting.

“All those months of animosity and all I had to do was put a baby in your hands.” Tori said softly as she positioned Sophie to feed and Ransom got Penny comfortable in his arms.

“No, I think it would have made things worse but these girls ….” he trailed off.

“They have your beautiful blues.”

“I think they are going to take after you though.”

Penny fell asleep easily in his arms, he was content to hold her there but when Sophie fell asleep and he registered the exhaustion on his wifes face he resigned himself to tucking both babies into the bassinets.

Tori gave him a goofy smile, eyes closed. “Ran?” her voice only contributes to her tired state. “I love you.”

It was the first time either had said those words and he wasn’t even sure she was fully awake, he didn’t want to diminish the moment so he simply kissed her forehead with a personal vow to tell her first thing when she woke up. Adding on that none of his girls would ever go to bed again without hearing those words, nor would they ever be separated without knowing how much they were cared for.

Ransom was reformed. He was a dad now and nothing had ever been so appealing as taking on the responsibility of raising and showing his daughter how loved they were so they would never have the family discord he had with his own mother.

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Bring Me to Life

A Dark AU Multifandom/OC Erotica Story

Mafia Princess #2

Prologue

Author's Note

Characters from other fandoms appear such as Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, and Lloyd Hansen but Andy Barber is the man focus. This chapter contains pregnancy loss from self induced abortion, some mild physical violence towards women, discussing of sex trade/prostitution, organized crime, forced sex work, other types of abuse, etc. This is a very mature story so I highly advise that minors DNI. The italic lyric sections are from the song posted at the beginning of the chapter. You can also get the song info from the playlist. - Leia

So go on and scream, scream at me

I'm so far away (So far away)

I won't be broken again (Again)

I've got to breathe

I can't keep going under

Andy Barber had spend the day in his office piecing together evidence on a case when the phone on his desk, breaking his concentration.

"Andy Barber," He answered quickly.

"Mr. Barber, I'm calling from Newton General Hospital," replied the feminine voice on the other end. "It's about your wife, Laurie."

"Do I need to get over there?"

"The Doctor believes that would be best."

"I'll be right there."

Laurie was six months pregnant with their first child. They'd been married close to a year now. To say he was worried was an understatement. He left his office without hesitation and rushed over to the hospital. He walked straight up to the reception desk frantically to know where to go.

"Excuse me. I'm Andy Barber," he spoke, practically out of breath. "I was told my wife Laurie is here."

The receptionist typed quickly before responding, "She's in surgery, but the maternity waiting area is on the third floor."

"Thank you."

Andy went to the elevator and selected the third floor. He walked off when it stopped and looked for the waiting room, which didn't take him long to find. He found a lonely seat in the corner and took it. He wasn't fond of sitting and waiting but it was better than pacing a hole in the floor. His mind racing. What the bell could have possibly happened to Laurie and their unborn baby? She told him everything was perfect at the last appointment since he was forced to miss it due to being in court. There has been nothing wrong at any of the other appointments and everything at home seemed fine. He wasn't sure what to think or even feel as his face feel into his hands. He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he finally heard the name "Barber" called from the doorway. He practically jumped from where he sat when he stood up and had to resist the urge to run to the doorway. He did walk a little faster than normal until he reached the figure in the doorway.

"Mr. Barber?" The male doctor questioned.

"I'm Andy Barber," He answered.

"I'm Dr. Weston. Please come with me."

Andy followed the doctor into the hallway and waited for him to speak. He took in a deep breath, as he was unsure what he was about to hear.

"Mr. Barber, I want to start out with your wife is fine," Dr. Weston began. "However, we had to perform an emergent C section when she arrived. She was bleeding and in advanced pre-term labor. I'm so very sorry, but your son was stillborn upon delivery."

Andy was in shock, but needed to know more. He felt like he was about to hit the floor, like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs. He just couldn't believe this!

"Dr. Weston, do you have any idea what cause this to happen?" Andy questioned in disbelief. "My wife wasn't having any problems at all with the pregnancy."

"That's the thing, Mr. Barber, is this is very abnormal given how your wife's pregnancy has gone," the Doctor responded. "So, we did run tests."

"What did this?"

"It appears that your wife ingested exorbitant amounts of an herb called black cohosh. We, also, found pitocin in her system. When she was questioned about these things, she admitted to taking them both to end the pregnancy but said no more than that."

Andy was instantly filled with anger and trying with everything in him not to boil over with rage. He'd just been told his wife had essentially killed their unborn child. His marriage was a lie. He was living a lie. Who did he marry? What kind of monster essentially murders their child? He could feel the tears he was fighting as he wanted to mourn his son. He couldn't continue to live this lie that Laurie had turned their marriage and life into. His marriage was over and he wouldn't ever be able to trust her again. She had murdered their child, their son. He'd never be able to look at her again without wanting to rage for what she's done.

"Thank you, Dr. Weston, for your full disclosure and honesty," Andy stated.

"Would you like to see your wife?" the doctor inquired curiously.

"No. Knowing what she's done, I can't even look at her."

"Is there anything I should tell her?"

"No. She'll find it all out when she gets the divorce papers before you even discharge her. I'm going to see my lawyer now."

"I am truly sorry I had to be the one to deliver such news to you, Mr. Barber."

"I appreciate that. However, you're not at fault here for anything. This is all on Laurie for her actions."

The Doctor firmly shook Andy's hand before walking away. Andy, himself, was a bundle of so many emotions in that moment. He had been looking forward to becoming a dad and Laurie had just stolen that from him. She, also, ruined their marriage. Now all he cared about was ridding himself of her forever.

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies (So I don't know what's real)

(So I don't know what's real and what's not)

(Don't know what's real and what's not)

Always confusing the thoughts in my head

So I can't trust myself anymore

Caroline McKenna was putting the finished touches on her make-up. It was a special night, her eighteenth birthday, and she was more than looking forward to the celebrations. She had just stepped out of her bathroom and into her bedroom when three armed men she didn't recognize burst in the door. She suddenly frozen in fear as two of the three grabbed her by the arms. Her breathing was ragged and heavy as they drug her across the floor to the third man.

"Aren't you a pretty thing," the third commented as he put a hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You will do nicely. The Boss is going to want to see her."

She could feel tears start to fall from her eyes and roll down her cheeks as their grip on her began to tighten. What was going on?

"What do you want with me?" Caroline asked, trying her best not to sob.

"You're about to find out," the same man as before answered. "Now bring her."

She started to cry as she was dragged from her room forcefully then down the hallway with them stopping at the stairs. Then, one of the men let her go while the other roughly tossed her over his shoulder, causing her dress to ride up and partially exposing her lace panties. She could hear the comments about what the other could see and it made her skin crawl. At the bottom of the stairs, she was placed back onto her feet and both men once again resumed their tight grip on her. They then went back to basically dragging her to where they wanted her to go until reaching the open doorway of her father's study.

She was taken into this room much more gently where a man who wasn't her father sat behind his desk with a ruggedly handsome and soft faced body guard standing just behind him. Her father was seated in a chair off to the side and another man stood just behind him pointing a gun at his head. The man sitting behind the desk had to be the Boss. He looked at the one who seemed to be above the two that had basically man handled her into the room then back to her as if he were examining her.

"Release her," he commanded in a calm but cool tone to the lackeys that had been holding her then turned his attention to her once she was free of their grip. "Come to me, pretty one."

Caroline walked to the desk and then around it to this stranger, this man they referred to as the Boss, fearing what would happen if she did not do as he wished. She approached him without a word. He reached out and gently pulled her closer to him, turning her completely around to fully examine her body just short of removing her clothes.

"What is your name, pretty one?" He asked her.

"Caroline," she answered quietly.

"And Sean McKenna here is your father?"

"He is, sir."

"So very, polite. You taught your daughter so well, Sean. Oh, sweet girl, your father is greatly indebted to me, so he's given me you."

"Wha...what? For what?"

"To earn the money to pay his debts as well as continue to sustain him, your mother, and younger siblings."

"How am I supposed to do that? How will I do that? What about my life, Dad?"

"If your father cared about your life, sweet girl, he wouldn't have given you to me. You will make money the best way pretty girls like you do in this world, with your body. You will be one of my special girls so you will be well cared for. Men will pay for time with you and the privilege to touch your body, among other things. This will be how you make money for me and the money your father needs."

Caroline was in complete shock as she felt the tears forming in her eyes again. She couldn't believe this! She turned around to look at his father who had his head down so he didn't have to face her because he couldn't. Of course he couldn't! He was a coward who put her into a forced life of sex work for possibly the rest of her life.

"This is my son, James," the Boss stated, introducing the one who had obviously been in charge before then he motioned towards the man behind him. "And this is Ari Levinson, my head of security."

Her father said nothing to this and she took a deep breath. She was going to go with this and be willing. Her father made it obvious he cared nothing about her considering that he was willing to make such an arrangement in the first place.

"What do you want of me? I won't fight you or make you force me," she said to the older man in front of her.

"Go with Ari to your room and pack essentials. You will stay under my close eye since James treated you so poorly with Ari as your personal guard. The rest of your things will be sent for," the boss responded.

"Yes, sir."

"Ari will take you to your new home. Put her in the suite attached to yours, Ari, so that you can keep a close eye on her."

"Of course, Boss," Ari replied with a slight smile before he walked over to her and offered her his arm.

Caroline took Ari's arm and walked out of the study with him. She hadn't realized the tears that were rolling down her cheeks by the time she reached the stairs. She directed him up the stairs and then down the hallway to her bedroom door. Of course, it would very soon no longer be her room at all. Once they were in the room with the door shut behind them she stepped forward a couple of paces and turned around to face the rugged but handsome man. He approached her quietly, his blue eyes shining brightly at her. The look in his eyes was kind as he softly wiped away her tears with his hands and gave her a smile.

"I won't hurt you, pretty girl," he spoke softly. "The Boss won't either, though he can't let your father know that. He has a reputation to maintain."

"What do you mean?" She questioned. "I thought..."

"You're being taken to the Boss's home to stay, not where the girls live. He's putting you under his protection."

She was confused. What did all this mean? What was really happening?

"It means that no one can ever touch you without your consent until you're more comfortable or choose the life," Ari explained.

"The boss isn't forcing me into anything at all?" Caroline asked in response.

"No, he's not, but James will, which is why you have me."

"You're here to protect me?"

"And, I'm the best."

She smiled at him. He was a handsome man that was oozing with confidence. She couldn't help but be grateful for the news he'd given her. She was so inexperienced, having only had sex once, and the thought of selling her body for it was terrifying. She desired greatly to be touched but was cynical about anything more than sex after his a man she tried giving her heart to had crushed her.

"Are you allowed to touch me?" She inquired of him.

"Have you ever been touched?" He questioned in response.

"Only once."

"I'm allowed with consent as long as we keep it secret."

"Will you touch me?"

"Oh, pretty girl, you're going to be so much trouble for me, aren't you?"

"I may not want to be one of the girls yet but I want to be touched."

Caroline backed up until she was leaning against the bed then slipped her arms out of her dress, allowing it to drop to the floor and pool at her feet. She stood before him in only a matching black lace bra and panty set. Ari followed her towards the bed, stripping his clothes off as he approached her. By the time he got to the bed, he was in nothing but his boxers. He pulled her against him then captured her lips in a fierce kiss. She needed to feel something good. Her father had condemned her to this life, and she was going to find a way to enjoy it. She got lucky that the Boss was putting her under special protection to give her some choices and control in this new life. Caroline did know one thing as Ari deepened the kiss and that was that she'd never, ever forgive her father for sentencing her to this life. She was choosing Ari right now, but who knew what else the future held for her. There wouldn't always be men like Ari though she hoped to god there would be a lot of men that would be as good to her as he was being right now.

I'm dying again

I'm going under (Going under)

Drowning in you (Drowning in you)

I'm falling forever (Falling forever)

I've got to break through

I'm going under

Author's Note

I have completed writing Chapters 1 and 2. They will be posted soon. Chapter 3 is in process. I’ve also been working on part 1 which is Carli’s prequel story. It can be read and told in conjunction with this and I’ll go ahead and say there will be a third book which will be the final one. - Leia