𝗕𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Touch her, I dare you

SONG REQUEST FOR THIS CHAPTER: HAYLOFT II by MOTHER MOTHER

1,437 Words

Story idea from AlejandraMartnezFlor

Being the leader of New York City has its perks. Everybody fears you, leaving you alone. You make a shit ton of money that you can spend on whatever the fuck you like. You get invited to the fanciest parties and meet the biggest pricks, making deals with them and their companies and then running them into the ground as you steal every penny in their pocket. All the while, secretly running the biggest mob gang under ground. It wasn't my childhood dream, but life throws you curveballs and you work around them.

But sometimes, the pros don't outweigh the cons. Whilst there is always a silver lining, a light at the end of the tunnel, gold at the end of the rainbow, life can still be shit. Whilst I was at my lowest, I met someone who changed the course of my life for the better. Although she was to be married to the biggest asshole of New York City at the time, Brock Rumlow, that didn't stop me from getting what I wanted. And I wanted her badly. I needed her. I swept her off her feet and a year later, we were happily married. Everything was perfect, until it wasn't.

It started when she wasn't answering her calls when I was in the office. She always picks up the phone, so I was stressed up to my eyeballs in worry, and Steve got the brunt end of my anger. Then, when I got home, I called out her name, and she didn't answer. That's when I walked into our bedroom. The place was trashed, glass from her mirror smashed all over the floor, a mixture of blood that I didn't want to assume was hers. Then the bloody footprints leading to the open window and the tyre tracks on the road, leading away from the house.

There was only one culprit - Brock Rumlow.

Although we haven't heard from him in years, I knew he would never let go of the fact that Y/N is now married to me and not him. He never loved her, he doesn't have the capability to. He only wanted to marry her to gain respect in his business, money from her father, and a womb to carry his heirs. And I took something he wanted, he was never going to let that go.

I sped down the street as the sun descended behind the clouds. It was nighttime before I arrived at the abandoned building. Although Rumlow is known to be dangerous, he's fucking stupid. Everyone knows where his lair is, putting a target on his back. I couldn't care less, it just makes this easier for me.

I don't do subtlety. I charge in, kicking the door harshly with my foot, the wood coming off it's hinges. As I enter the room, all the guards aim their guns at my face, but are too much of a bunch of pussies to pull the trigger. I'm about the cave their heads in until I hear a loud moaning noise before I feel a hard pressure on the back of my head. My body collides with the concrete floor, blood tricking down to my face from my scalp. The muffled moaning continues as I look up, seeing Y/N struggling against the ropes wrapped around her ankles and wrists, keeping her tied up against the wooden chair, and a white cloth shoved in her mouth. Her eyes are widened as she stares at me. Then she looks above my head, and I follow, seeing a smirking Rumlow with a gun aimed at my face standing above me.

"We meet again, James." He chuckles. "I truly hoped it would be under better circumstances, though. I really hate to kill you in front of your wife. The poor little thing will be so traumatised." He starts to circle around me. "But, don't fret. I will be there to nurse her back to health." He plays with a strand of her hair, watching my face harden with anger. "I've always been good at making woman feel better."

"Step away from her, now." I threaten, my voice low.

"I'm not going to do that, James." He crouches down to her eye level. "You see, I'm only taking back what's mine." He clicks his fingers at his men. "Boys, tie him up. I want him to watch as I get what I want." He then turns to a lone guard. "You, untie her and put her in the back of the car."

The guard take a step forward, going to grab her by the arm. "Touch her, I dare you." I say, through gritted teeth, glaring up at him. "See what happens when you do."

He hesitates, which pisses Rumlow off even more. "Don't listen to him, you idiot. What's he gonna do? He'll be dead in a minute."

"Don't be so sure." I laugh.

"What are you going to do, James?" He turns to face me. "It's you against all of us."

"That just makes it that much more fun."

I know his thought process. I've worked with and against men just like him, and I always win. He thinks Y/N is my weakness, and whilst she is, she's my strength. She's what makes me powerful. She's what is driving me to kill each and every one of these motherfuckers.

As the guards behind me approach, I elbow one in the stomach, kicking the legs of another. They both fall backwards in pain, letting me stand up and pull out my pistol from my pocket. It's always smart to carry, especially for occasions such as this. When another guard runs at me, flaying a knife towards my face, I aim and shoot at his leg, making his body fold and fall to the ground. The other guard hesitates before pulling out his own pistol, trying to shoot me in the head, but before he can pull the trigger, I shoot the hand holding his gun, making him scream in pain and fear.

The two men on the floor try to crawl away, but I shoot them both in the stomach, making them howl out loud. I turn my head to see that the last guard was smart enough to flee before I could get to him, leaving me with Rumlow, who looks conflicted with what to do. He has many options, but picks the stupidest one and runs towards me. Before he can get to me, I grab his arm, twisting his body and pushing his back to my chest. I then shove the butt of my gun to the back of his head, smiling as I watch the blood exit his scalp and fall down the back of his neck. I trip up his foot, his chin hitting the floor hard.

"Hurts like a bitch, doesn't it?" I smirk.

"You won't kill me." He turns his body to look up at me. "You don't have the-"

Before he can finish his sentence, I put a bullet in between his eyes. His hand flops to the floor, his limbs falling lifeless. "I warned you."

A muffled scream occurs, and I rush into action, crouching down in front of Y/N and quickly untying her wrists and ankles. The more I unwrap her bindings, the more bruises and cuts I find on her skin, making a vein pop out my forehead from how intently I'm staring at them. Finally, I pull the cloth from between her lips, where she takes a deep breathe before it falls into a sob.

I pull her face into my chest, stroking her hair as she cries. Her body jolts with every weep, and I keep her close to me, using my hand that isn't covered in blood. "It's okay, doll. You're safe now, I promise."

She tries to speak, but her cries don't allow it. I press my hands to her cheeks, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes linger behind me where the bodies lie, but I hold her face tightly, stroking her cheek with my thumb. It takes her a while to look into my eyes, but when she does, she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me impossibly close. I go back to stroking the back of her head as she cries into my shoulder. When I feel her body still and her breathing calm, I kiss the crown of her head.

"Let's get you back home, yeah?" She nods against my chest. "We'll clean you up."

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