The Deal | Dan x Reader 1930's Mobster AU

Why?

Half day today fuckers.

Song is pretty important again so listen up hoes.

Enjoy~

Dan's POV

I woke up in a frenzy, realizing I fell asleep without checking in on (y/n). My hair was a mess, and my side ached perpetually, throbbing with each pump my heart made within my chest. I headed downstairs in my clothes from yesterday, glancing around. The door to the balcony had been locked and a close to death fire was resting in the fireplace. I glanced to the couch where (y/n) was curled up, hands delicately resting next to her face. I sighed and grasped a blanket, gently draping it over her.

I headed back up the stairs, my hand lightly skimming the railing. I paused at the top and glanced back down at her, my eyebrows dipping. I headed into my room, the atmosphere dropping due to the black walls encasing my sleeping quarters. I headed into my bathroom where I began the shower and undressed. My shower was short and silent, all my thoughts ceased except for one.

Why?

I ran a comb through my hair, one hand gripping at the top of my towel. My eyelids were heavy with morning drear and I pulled out the bandage (y/n) left from yesterday afternoon. I struggled to wrap it around myself, but managed, wishing she was here to do it for me. It wasn't sexual like I assumed it was, it was just nice to feel her fingertips leisurely brush along my skin. It was nice to have her around me. It made me calm. Made me sane.

Why? Out of all of the choices?

I got dressed and headed back downstairs where the bustle from the kitchen could be heard. One of the workers had begun to wipe off the coffee table. (Y/n) was wrapped up in a blanket, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. Gentle chatter between the two.

"Ah good morning Mr. Howell," the worker greeted as I neared the bottom of the stairs.

"Good morning..."

"Macie," (y/n) added and I nodded. The worker hurried from the room and (y/n) was giving me a look. "You should really learn your worker's names. You're lucky I'm here, you need some change."

"I've done a lot of new things now that you've shown up," I said. So much it scares me. She paused and sipped her tea.

"About yesterday, how about we forget about that, I was just a little shaken up I'd all," she said, standing up. I paused, keeping my serious face. I see how it is.

"Of course, everything is normal," I said, and she smiled gently, turning to head to the kitchen with her empty teacup.

Why? It had to be you?

I swallowed slowly and walked to the dining room where Phil was sat with his paper. I entered and sat down, horribly uncomfortable.

"You alright mate? You look sick."

"Not the sick you're thinking of. I'm fine." He paused but let it go, sipping his coffee.

"We've got collection today right?"

"Yes, but I'm sending Liguori and Kendall today," I replied.

"No (y/n)?" I paused.

"No, she isn't needed for this particular transaction."

Why? It's too hard.

I ate around half my breakfast, my ephemeral appetite working against me in my claim that I was fine. I stood up and promptly locked myself in my office. If I wanted to keep myself in line, I had to keep away. I had to keep to myself.

I distracted myself with papers, running over clients, throwing out the ones I wouldn't need anymore, most of which were dead. (Y/n) must think I'm much too bestial and brutish to be around, but why should I care what she thinks of me? I crumpled another paper, digging my toes into the bottom of my shoes.

I ran over a few more things before tucking them away in my file cabinet. I didn't dare to touch the bottom cabinet of recent collections and...loss of clients. I tapped my finger on the wood of my desk, besieged with my thoughts. There was a gentle knock on my door and I glanced up. It opened quietly and (y/n) peeked her head in.

"I know you're busy and I really shouldn't be in here, I'm just spiting Phil now, but I thought you might appreciate this," she said, stepping fully into the room with a cup of tea in her hands. She approached and placed it on the desk.

"Thank you."

"No problem, I'll see you later," she said, smiling gently and leaving, the door clicking in place. I was left alone again. Steam rose gently from the liquid and I took a sip. I really shouldn't have told her I need her as a friend. I shouldn't have let her get comfortable, because doing this now just rips my heart out.

Why? It was just supposed to be simple.

I buried myself back in my work, no further visits from (y/n) which prompted thoughts of where she could be and what she was doing to float around in my head.

Never would I have expected to be here. I remember when she stepped into my office first, confused but confident, in need of a job and at first I blamed it on her being a woman, but I knew that was a blatant lie to myself. I knew she would be too much of a distraction around here, whether it be sexual or the concern for her in relation to the stuff we do around here. Phil tried to further convince me on his own after her departure.

"She nearly flipped the guy, she's perfect, and she needs the money. We owe her and you know it."

"Fine."

"Really?"

"Yes, now just get out of my office," I grumbled, clearly upset.

It was evident that I tried my hardest to keep her at a distance, keep her like I do the other women. She was obviously beautiful, but not my type. If she was working here though, I could settle. Just keep it purely sexual and don't be ashamed. Of course little things began to change, it wasn't just purely sexual anymore, and I felt myself become a completely different person, more carefree like I was as a child before...

I shook the thoughts from my head and rubbed at my eyes as if that would make them go away.

This wasn't something I was going to accept. I could choose any other woman, and it would be a hundred times easier than any scenario with her.

Why?

It's just not the same. Can't you see?

I stood up and left my cup there, not caring to put it in the kitchen to be washed and I walked down the stretch of hallway to the stairs. I heard a warming giggle and I could feel a tingle throughout my fingertips. I glanced down at everyone and spotted her gorgeous smile.

Why?

Because you love her.

No. I don't.

I don't.

~Calymari