𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥

𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺

☆゜·。。·゜゜·。。·゜★

Club Nightfall was Bucky's first love.

It was the first property his father let him put money towards, and since he opened it seven years ago it had been a hotspot for the young adults of New York. Its chrome and black interior made the building feel futuristic, flashing lights and a dance floor took up the center of the first floor, second was the lounge area, the area that Bucky and his men used more frequently. It had waitresses and bar tenders so he never had to leave his sanctuary, and the third floor was his office, one-way windows covered the square room giving him a 360 view of the club.

It was also where he and Addison were arguing at this moment.

"I thought I could do this Bucky," she tugged down the tight navy bodycon dress she wore, covering her thighs more, "I'm not ready to be around all these people again, it's too soon."

"Sweet girl," Addison could tell that Bucky was doing his best to accommodate for her, but he wasn't letting her back out of this meeting, even though everyone else suggested maybe he should, "this deal is important, I need you there, they want to meet you," he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stop the headache that was coming on, "don't you think you're being a tad overdramatic here?"

Addison stopped, it felt like she had been punched in the gut. The past two days Bucky and her had been fine, she had slowly been reentering society, and attended an event the night prior even, but it was too much too fast. Everywhere she went eyes were on her, she was the American princess that got captured, but was also the American princess who escaped on her own. She was an anomaly to these people. And Addison had spent all her life without attention on her, even when she was standing next to Bucky, he was the center of attention.

He also just realized what he said by the way he dropped his hand, walking towards his wife, "Wait, baby-"

"Don't," Addison held up her hand, stepping back towards the door, "I don't know if you remember but I got kidnapped because of your family drama. I was drugged, trapped, withheld food, had your grandfather try to manipulate me, stabbed two men, shot two in the knees, took a gun to the face, split my lip, broke your grandfather's wrist, just to get away," she was trying not to shake with her words, "I have had people at the house all week, no one seems to give a flying fuck about how I'm doing mentally, because I have obligations, obligations that were made when I was fucking gone," she felt the traitorous tear roll down her cheek, "don't fucking tell me I'm being dramatic when you haven't lived a fraction of what I have. Your mother died? Yeah, join the fucking club, at least you know where she's buried, at least you have a father."

Addison took a shaky breath, trying to calm herself, but nothing was working, the hollow feeling in her chest had completely taken over, "You've never survived, you never had to. No one's thinking about me because no one knows what it's like to be me. You'll kill for me? Great, you've said that so many times, but you've only intervened a handful of times, I had to figure it the fuck out for myself like always," she didn't look back at Bucky when she spun around, heading towards the door, "I'll be downstairs, either come to apologize to me, or don't speak to me for the rest of the night."

Addison wasn't stupid enough to leave the safety of Club Nightfall but she needed space.

Hayden and Nicolas flanked her sides as she descended the stairs to the first floor, stepping ahead of her and heading to the bar, men scrambled out of her way, and women gawked at her as she approached the stools, sitting down on one and letting out a sigh, the bartender coming up to her, "lemon drop ma'am?" The man questioned Addison, letting her charming smile fall on her lips, the same smile she wore to all these events she never wanted to be a part of.