Elizabeth Olsen one shots

I'm no good (WM)

⚠️ ⚠️ Warning Blood and Smut ⚠️ ⚠️

Y/N POV

1930

I grab the guy from behind putting him in the sleeper hold. I drag him out the back door and throw him in the trunk of the car. I hop in the passenger seat while Pauli drives us back to Salieri's Bar.

"Any issues?"

"Does it look like I had any issues? He's in the trunk isn't he?" God he asks the stupidest questions sometimes. For those who say there are not stupid questions that right there was a stupid question.

Once we get to the bar, Pauli pulls into the alley behind so we can bring in our guy. Pauli just pops the trunk and holds the door open for me. I roll my eyes at him once again not doing the heavy lifting. I throw him over my shoulder and walk to the back storage room. I string him up to the ceiling where there are already chains hanging.

We wait patiently for the boss, Mr. Salieri to join us. Pauli gets some food while I poor myself a drink. After about half an hour Mr. Salieri comes in and just in time for our guest to wake up.

"Y/N, well done." He claps me on the back and gives me a nod. Telling me that I will be helping with the interrogation. I take a deep breath remove my jacket of my three piece suit neatly setting it in the chair I was sitting on. I roll up my sleeves as he starts to ask questions.

"Now, Marcus you are going to tell me everything I want to know and if you don't my friend Y/N won't have to rearrange your face."

"Go to hell!" He grits through his teeth. Salieri looks at me, I walk up and punch  Marcus. He grunts but he still doesn't talk when Salieri badgers him for information.

That's when I hit him over and over again. Face, sides, gut, and even kidney shots. He start crying out his face is beating to hell and he can't even stand any more the only thing hold him up is the chains.

"Tell me who's in charge of getting the weapons in!" Salieri yells this time.

"H-He'll...kill me..." He says still not giving in.

"Fine I think Y/N's hands are starting to hurt." That's my cue to get the tools. I pull out my tool kit, I quietly sigh. I hate doing this but I'm the only one he trusts to these things with. I'm getting sick of this job of being in this mob life. But I've been here too long, have seen and heard so many things.

So here I am about to cut off this guys fingers for information. I pull up a chair and unlock him he falls to the ground I pull out the wire cutters. I head closer to reach up I put his pinky finger in between the cutters.

"Now, Y/N here won't cut your finger off if you just tell me."

No answer, I take a deep breath and squeeze the cutters cutting his pinky finger off. He screams out in pain and then he finally gives up the information.

"Am I good to go boss?" I ask and he nods.

"I'll get Henry and Paulie to cleans this up. Good job today son." I nod heading out but not before I hear the muffled gunshot through the door.

I rush to my car and head towards this bar that isn't run by any mob bosses in town. This place is underground and off their radar. All the patrons understand that you don't run your mouth as to keep it a mob free bar.

I signaling for a drink, the bartender knows me so he nods getting my drink right away. I go to sit at my usually table in the corner towards the back. I run my hand over my face.

"You seem to be have had a rough day." Her sweet voice laced with what I've come to decide Russian ascent rings in my ear. She sets my drink down, she waitresses here and talks to me every time I've come in here from the first day I found this place.