SAVIN' ME (A Bratva AU)

Chapter 1

Hey dearies!

I'm reposting this independently, which started as a one-shot (published in my one shots collection 'Tunes Of Love'). My decision to continue the story is basically due to the overwhelming feedback I got from the readers. Everybody wanted more. So, here I am, pleasing my fans. 

I'm posting the 2 first chapters and I hope you like them.

Happy reading!

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Felicity was in a clock shop. She was lost in the maze of thousands and thousands of clocks. Antique and modern, big and small, pristine or barely holding together. There were grandfather clocks, hourglasses, cuckoos, and digital, all kinds and sizes. Every time she passed in front of one, the clock chimed. When she walked by a really big long-case clock, the gong was so loud that made her jump...

... and wake up.

She groaned when realized that the rings were not from a clock, not even her nightstand alarm, but from her landline phone. Someone was calling in the middle of the night. Who calls at three in the morning? If it was some kid trying to get fun at other people's expense, namely: hers, she was going to be pissed. Grumbling, she got off the bed and walked, more asleep than awake.

"Hello. Who is it?"

"Felicity, it's me. Can I come up?"

She finished waking up when she recognized the voice her boyfriend. "Oliver," joy exploded inside her. He came to see her.

Usually, he called much earlier in the night to let her know that he might drop by later. However, he failed to do so that night. Not that she cared. It had been weeks since the last time they were together. She had missed him like crazy.

"I'm across the street, can I go upstairs for a minute?" he asked.

Felicity moved to the window, set aside the curtain, and looked down to the practically desolated street. There was a shadow next to the pay phone in the corner that she knew it had to be Oliver.

"Felicity, please."

"Yes, of course. I'll let you in."

He thanked her and hung up. It was when Felicity registered the grim tone he had had on his voice. Trepidation grew on her. Something had happened, and it wasn't good. Oliver had many secrets and she had learned to accept them. Oliver's job, as Bratva Kapitan, required of him to do unspeakable acts more often than not. Doings that he seldom spoke about with her. He told her that he didn't want to taint her with so much violence and death.

He had said to her many times that she was the light in his world; that she had saved him of succumbing to the darkness. She had a pure heart and he wanted to keep it that way.

His only desire was to protect her.

It was the same reason why they decided to keep their relationship private. Few knew of her existence. Oliver was afraid that his enemies could use her as a mean to hurt him.

Moreover, the enemies were closer than anyone could expect.

After she buzzed open the door downstairs, she went to the door of her apartment to release all the locks on it, except the chain, and opened it. The gap was big enough for her to watch the elevator at a few feet away in the corridor. As soon as she heard the bell announcing its arrival to her floor, she closed her door, unhooked the safety chain, and open the door again, wide open this time.

She expected to see Oliver walking down the hallway, with that hell-bent gait of his. It was a combination of masculinity, stubbornness, and elegance, which most people didn't possess. She suspected that he inherited it from one of his dead parents. That arrogance couldn't come from living in Moscow's streets as an orphan.