The Missing Piece (Mafia!Stucky x Reader)

Part Three

The night was young on the Upper East Side; the bars were packed with overworked business people and socialites alike. Ever since his mother had allowed him access to his trust fund again, Oliver was undoubtedly taking advantage of this seemingly unlimited money, buying copious amounts of booze, flaunting his wealth to ladies who were clearly not interested and splurging on his favourite hobby, which was recreational drugs.

"... then this fuckin' tattooed prick shows up and ruins everything..." Oliver explained to the woman placed on his lap, stroking his hand up and down her back. The experience with Bucky was still present in his mind. Almost a week had passed now, but it felt like the humiliation from that night was very present. "Just let it go, man..." The voice of his friend Sully came from beside him. "You said it yourself; she was trying to change you too much. You don't need to be tied down, right?" They both cheered and threw back their shots like nothing.

The pretty woman on his lap huffed softly, standing and collecting her purse. "Baby, where are you going?" He asked, reaching out for her hand only for her to slide it from his grip with ease. "Anywhere but here." Her answer was simple and filled with venom. Oliver just scoffed and shooed her off with a flick of his wrist before slumping back onto the comfortable club couch, eyes scanning across the room to try and find someone else to bellyache to about his terrible week.

As his eyes scanned across the room, Oliver sat upright as he saw the brunette he had been talking about earlier. "Hey, hey..." He tapped Sully's arm harshly to gain his disgruntled attention. "That's him... that is that fuckin' asshole..." He commented and his friend followed his gaze for a moment before paling at the sight of Bucky speaking with the club owner. "Jesus Christ..." He blinked nervously. "D'you know who that is?" Sully asked, but Oliver was completely clueless.

His friends shuffled down the couch then. "His name is James Barnes..." He said as if that might spark something in Oliver's memory, but he just shrugged. "He, uh... he's a pretty powerful guy in New York..." He explained. "You ever heard of Hydra?" He asked, but Oliver just blinked blankly. "They are this big 'organisation' that work in Europe. They control the flow of drugs and guns across the continent. Every deal made goes through them first."

"So?" Oliver blinked. "So, the rumour is that Barnes was a big-time enforcer for them, super scary guy, any dirty job they wanted to be done went through him... but got himself in a whole heap of trouble out there and had to flee back to New York." He shrugged. "The guy built himself an empire from the ground up - who the hell knows where he got the money to do all that... especially with Hydra on his back... now they say Barnes runs an organisation of his own." Then he recalled a memory. "You know, a goon that worked for him visited a friends' company to offer specialised protection and investment a while back..." They both shared a knowing look. "Don't think he got the chance to decline."

"You're saying he's in the mob?" "Shh! Shut up, man." Sully huffed and shook his head before glancing back over at Bucky as he shook hands with the owner before both parted ways. "I'm just saying... something is fishy about him." He shrugged then. "And he's the last guy I'd mess with..."

Early the next morning, Bucky was in his extensive Manhattan office, plush chair spun away from his desk and from all the alerts that were flashing up on his laptop screen vying for his attention. Instead, his eyes were cast towards the picture windows behind his desk that revealed the foggy skyline for him to peacefully gaze out of. By this time, he would normally be neck-deep in work, organising and planning, but instead, thoughts of you were lingering in the back of his mind.