kill for you - b.b

24.

Bucky had taken Nellie all around Athens — creating many memories that he'd hoped to remember forever. The large villa could house a large family, or a couple with an extremely high sex drive, like them. They'd created some sort of checklist, to have sex in every room in the house. Every bedroom, the kitchen, the lounge; all that was left was the pool area.

But the pair were visiting the beach in the early morning, after an eventful night. It was close to 5, the beach was surprisingly empty. Bucky watched his beautiful Nellie twirl around on the ebbs of the waves, her dark, wavy hair flowing freely.

"You look gorgeous, doll." Bucky admired, grabbing her hand and kissing it. The pair sat on the dry sand, unable to keep a hand off each other. This was her favourite getaway, they finally had time to spend together, they didn't have to hide or sleep in hotels. They could go on a date freely. But although she was having the time of her life, Bucky could sense something was wrong. He could see her face fall whenever she was left to think.

"Talk to me," he whispered, "what's on your mind?" She couldn't keep anything from him — it was impossible.

"I can't see my dad ever being okay with this. I want a future where I can have a husband, children, and a supportive father." She explained, the more she spoke about it, the more upset she became. "What would he say if he saw me right now? Tangled up with a mob boss, the very mob that killed my mom."

Here they were again. Bucky's destructive thoughts; his worries that he was holding her back from the life she wanted. Was it a good idea making her leave Chris? For him, sure. But her? He couldn't tell. His selfishness would be the death of him.

"Hey, what happened to your mom will never happen to you." He stated, he'd never been more honest about something. For the many years ahead of him, he wouldn't let anyone or anything hurt her. "Not even a hair on your head will be damaged when you're with me, doll." She felt better already, when she's with Bucky; she's safe.

"Maybe we should kill him." Bucky jokingly suggested, nudging her arm then pulling her in. "Then he can't stop us from having the life we want." Hearing he felt the same way made her heart jump happily, because there was nobody else she wanted it with. She caught herself laughing at his joke, but she had actually considered it. What her life would be like without her father.

Peaceful. That's for sure. She wouldn't have obscenities thrown at her when her father drinks, she could finally feel okay moving into her own home. She could move in with Bucky, she could settle down with him. She wouldn't have to hide.

Nellie had put her thoughts to the back of her head, looking forward to a nice dinner with Bucky. He'd cooked up a few things he found at the store, whilst Nellie had a bath.

She'd stepped down the stairs, into the open floor kitchen and lounge. Bucky was standing proudly over his dishes, pulling a chair from the island out for her. She sat down, and with a kiss to her head, so did Bucky.

She was beginning to think she was crazy, as crazy as Bucky almost. She had actually contemplated killing her own father. Bucky had grown up around crime, guns and drugs. Nellie had grown up being taught these things were wrong. But who would've known she'd grow up to fall in love with the leader of the biggest criminal group in New York. After the years of emotional abuse and bullying, and knowing that her dad was the only thing stopping the life she wanted from happening, she wanted him dead.

But to be 100% sure, she didn't say a word to Bucky. He would do it in a sick and twisted way, he'd make sure to feel everything he made Nellie feel, and worse.

"You alright, doll?" He asked, scooping food from his plate. "You enjoying your food?" Nellie loved it, in fact. She never knew he was such a great cook.

"Of course."