Nickels (Spot Conlon x reader) {Completed}

Mini-Story Mafia AU (Part 3)

Warning: swearing and implied sex

I press the button on the intercom, slightly seething. My grip on Emerson is tighter than ever, probably cutting off circulation to his fingers.

The intercom buzzes, and a voice crackles through, "State your business."

"I need to speak to Spot Conlon."

The voice laughs once, "No one gets to see the boss unless you have an appointment."

"I'm pretty sure he'll want to see his second-in-command."

There's a pause, "Emmie?"

"Hey!" Emerson chirped, fine with the whole situation. 

"Who are you with?" The voice asks.

"Don't answer that." I growl lowly. I turned back to the intercom, "Just tell Conlon that... Nickels is here to see him. He'll let us in."

There's a long pause, and after a minute or two, the gates swing open.

I smirk and drag Emerson inside.

The front double doors open for us, and I pull Emerson up the stairs and to Conlon's office.

The Brooklyn Mafia's house is a lot like the Manhattan Mafia's. They're both mostly centered around the dark academia aesthetic, but while the Manhattan Mafia has many people running around and shouts and yells from every hallway, never a dull moment, the Brooklyn Mafia was eerily quiet. There are only guards, no children running around or random sparring matches in the corridors.

I barge into Spot's office. He sits in his fancy chair in a crisp suit and tie. His hair is floppy, a cap on his desk.

I must admit, he cleans up nicely.

He leans over his mahogany desk, hands clasped on top, displaying his silver rings.

"Conlon." I spit, throwing Emerson towards him. Emerson stumbles, but stands and brushes himself off.

"Y/n." Spot smirks, "I thought we were on first name basis."

"Not after you sent him," I jerk my head towards Emerson, "To steal my personal file."

Spot's smile grew, and he waves his hand to dismiss Emerson. Emerson gives me a mock salute before sauntering out the door.

"Alright," I say, slamming my hands down on his desk, "What did you call me here for?"

"Whatever makes you think that I called you? You just brought Emmie back. I ought to thank you." Spot pouts mockingly.

"Please." I roll my eyes, "Emerson stole my file- which was basically a message- and he was too easy to beat as your fucking second-in-command. You wanted me here. Why?"

Spot stands and steps around the desk to me, "To ask you to join me, of course."

"I've said no once, and I'll say it again. No." I whirl around and head for the door.

"So that night meant nothing?"

I stop. "That night did mean fucking nothing. We both knew that it was no strings attached and just a way to blow off steam." I turn back towards him, taking long strides, jabbing a finger into his chest, "I didn't even know who you were."

Spot smiles and lifts my chin, "Then why are we still talking about it?"

I stare at him, incredulously, "You're the one who brought it up!" I scream, "You're the one who keeps being me here! Day after day, just so you can have a little pleasure in your life-"

Spot cuts me off by pressing his lips into mine. They're soft and persistent. I pause, unsure of what to do before he gently bites down on my bottom lip. I inhale, letting his tongue brush mine.

I kiss him back, bringing my hands up to tangle in with the nape of his hair. Spot shivers slightly and breaks away, genuinely smiling.

"I miss you." He breaths, "I need you, Y/n. You make me crazy."

I close my eyes, leaning against him, "I pledge myself to the Manhattan Mafia. I pledge to be loyal to the Manhattan Mafia. I pledge to be rational and a person of honor. I pledge to have class and be independent. I pledge to give my life to the Manhattan Mafia and serve them the best I can."

Spot laughs throatily, "Did you just recite your pledge to me?"

"Yes." I whisper and look up at him, "I pledged myself to the Manhattan Mafia. I can't betray them. They're my family and I love them. I can't leave them."

Spot nods solemnly, "May I just ask you one thing?" I nod and he continues, "Please come visit me. I need to see you and talk to you and kiss you."

"Alright." I smile sadly and kiss him lightly on the lips. "I'll try to come tomorrow. I have to get back to Jack."

Spot's face darkened, "So you're on first name basis with him?"

I roll my eyes, "Jealousy doesn't look good on you."

I kiss Spot again and then leave the Brooklyn Mafia.

I start heading back to my side, the Manhattan Mafia. But for once in my life, I feel sad about it.