Untamed

4.) The Decision



Trigger Warning: Strong sexual insinuation. Murder, and other strong content. Read at your own risk.

Bucky's POV:

I could hardly contain the anger I felt as I hastily made my way out of the Rogers home and to my car.

The anger, pain, and realization of everything that happened the last three years were enough to knock me on my ass.

My emotions were probably the only thing that was keeping me sane and the sudden strong need for vengeance.

The fact that she lost our baby the same day I had married Leah only darkened the date more than it already was in my book.

I fucking hated that nosy cunt with all my being. Only the fact that she wasn't a problem anymore made me smile slightly as I drove home.

My mind went back to the night I fucking met her. How I fucking panicked when I saw her in the claws of Pierce in the basket of his fucking club.

I knew the moment I saw her that I felt a pull toward her. I also knew that I had to get her out of there, even if Steve's plans to unite the Cosa Nostra with the Bratva went into flames.

I lied through my teeth, and pulled a fucking story out of my ass to get her out of there. When he fucking demanded to watch me fuck her I felt Sam hold me back by my coat. The anger I felt in that moment made me want to gut him.

I knew after we spoke in the room, that she was a virgin, so I pretended to fuck her before heading back to the basement, and Pierce had that shit on video. Fucker.

I couldn't allow her first time to be that way, so I pretended, and then took her back to my hotel room, and did her there. I did the only thing I could to make her feel comfortable and made love to her. In every sense of that word. I had never felt that way about another person.

The next day, I knew that I had to protect her at all cost, so I did the only thing I knew how to do best. I turned my emotions off and belittled her to the point of crying. I wanted to rush out after her but I knew if I did a target would be placed on her back. I couldn't allow that to happen. Not her.

To make things worse, Pierce had fucking called in his favor alright. Two days later. In fact, the wedding was so rushed that only the majority of his part of the family even attended. The fucking Bratva.

Of course, I had only just formed a part of the family then, despite rising quickly through the fucking ranks, and being a fucking underboss to Steve then, I wasn't as trusted then as I am now. Mainly because I had been working as a fucking freelance hitman in all the organization not just Cosa Nostra & the Bratva.

The marriage only lasted a few months short of a year. Leah had been cheating on me for the entirety of the marriage, since I never bothered to consummate the marriage. I refused to, even when I knew I would be seen as a fucking failure.

We married in Las Vegas, and I spent that night gambling and drinking at Caesar's Palace rather than in the room.

I knew she had been forced to do this too, but my suspicions were confirmed after I saw Niko, one of her guards, walked out half dressed from our supposed suite. The smirk he threw my way as I passed him, sealed his fate.

She hated me from that moment on, and didn't go far to hide that bit of information, in fact, she took it a step further and decided to make my life miserable for the next few months.