Code of Silence

Untitled Part 17

PRESENT DAY

Laurel sat at her desk going over the affidavit's that had been completed that morning. It was a tedious part of her job and one that she hated. She preferred being in the courtroom and she was looking forward to doing just that later in the afternoon. She heard her assistant buzz her phone.

"Ms. Lance, Mr. Civello is here to see you."

Laurel frowned. What was Joe doing here, and in the middle of the day?

"Please send him in.", she straightened the papers on her desk and pasted on a smile as the door opened, but when she saw his face, her smile fell. "Joe! What can I do for you? Did we have an appointment today?" Joe took a seat across from her desk and Laurel slowly sat down.

"No, we did not have an appointment but this could not wait. I had a meeting today with an old acquaintance." John gave her a hard look.

She looked puzzled.

"Oliver Queen."

Laurel's eyes lit up. She had heard that he was alive and back in town and she was biding her time before going to see him. She had missed and grieved him for five years and knowing he was back and alive made her want to go see him.

"I heard he was alive. Did he ask about me?" She asked eagerly. Surely he was wondering how she was doing.

"Not exactly. He was asking questions about Donna Smoak." Laurel looked at him in shock. "Why would Oliver be asking about Donna? That case was closed two years ago."

Joe leaned forward and his gaze turned cold. "It seems Donna was the mother of his wife. And something that both you and Noah failed to mention was that she was Bratva."

Laurel looked genuinely surprised, "Donna Smoak was Bratva?"

Joe looked at her curiously. "You didn't know that?"

"No!" She chewed her on thumb nail as she thought about the consequences of that. Well she didn't have to worry. There was no way he could know that she was involved in the accident. All of those records had been sealed.

"Well you should know that Oliver came back a Captain in the Bratva and has brought the Bratva to Star City. They are looking into the death of his wife's mother and he knows that you and Noah were involved. So just so we are clear, my family cannot afford to piss off the Russian mob. You keep the Civello name out of any interaction you have with Queen. Understood?"

Laurel started to feel nervous as she nodded. So Oliver was now a Bratva Captain and he knew that she was involved in Donna's death. Her eyes narrowed. That bitch Felicity was probably filling his head with all kinds of lies about her. She needed to talk to Oliver, to make him understand. She stood dismissing Joe.

"I need to go!"

Joe grabbed her hand as she tried to pass him, "Laurel, this is a warning. If the Civello family has any problems from Queen or the Bratva, we will hold you personally responsible, and you know how we handle those that hurt the family." She looked into his eyes and they were sincere and deadly. He released her arm and left her office. She stood there for a moment frozen. She needed to see Noah first. Then she would talk to Oliver.

FIVE YEARS AGO

Felicity walked into the penthouse a little ahead of Oliver and she exaggerated the sway of her hips knowing his eyes were on her and that dress. She heard the doors to the elevator slide closed, and felt a small thrill waiting to see what Oliver would do. His eyes had been sending promises her way that made her shiver with anticipation and her body was already primed for him, every nerve ending sensitive to the slightest movement. She kept her back to him so he could see the smoothness of her back, the curve of her hip and when she felt him close behind her she hitched her breath. He stood there, his hot breath on the back of her neck, not touching her, just breathing her in, and Felicity felt her anticipation heighten.

She stayed still, the only sound their breathing as he ghosted his lips across her shoulders. He kept his hands in his pockets and she closed her eyes as his warmth engulfed her, his scent calling to her. Goose bumps spread across her skin as he moved his lips up the side of her neck to her ear.

"You wore this dress to purposefully tempt me, didn't you." he said and caught her ear lobe between his teeth, tugging. She felt it all the way between her legs. His hands still in his pockets she moved her head so she could look over her shoulder.

"I wanted you to look at me and think of nothing else but touching me." Her words were breathless but so sexy, and Oliver felt his body starting to harden.

"What else did you want?" he whispered, ghosting his lips back across her shoulders and up her neck to her other ear.

She felt goose bumps break out along her skin, and swallowed as her eyes drifted closed, "I wanted you to realize that I am naked underneath this dress and remember what it felt like to touch me."

"Do you want me to touch you?" Oliver asked her with a husky timber to his voice that made her knees weak.

"Yes!" The word came out on a whisper.

"Where?" Oliver stayed close. She could barely feel his clothing brushing her back, but he didn't touch her.

"Everywhere!" She shuddered and Oliver's body reacted immediately. He was hard and his want of her was an ache.

His hands moved to her hips and he let his thumbs gently rub the sides of her back. "Here?" She nodded, her throat too tight with need to form any words.

His hands slid up her arms and tugged on her dress. She lowered her arms and let the dress fall to the floor leaving her naked in her black stiletto heels. God she was beautiful!

Oliver stepped closer, his cock pressing into her ass as his hands slid around and up cupping her sensitive breasts. "What about here?" He kneaded and tugged on them and Felicity felt her thighs grow wet, an aching settling in her core. She nodded. He rubbed up against her, the fabric of his pants causing a pleasant friction, but she needed more. She pushed her hips back against him and their breathing grew harsher as he squeezed and tugged on her nipples, grinding his hips into her ass. His right hand slid down and between her legs and she moaned loudly as he touched her but didn't penetrate with his fingers. "And here?" She nodded again, as she reached back and grabbed his pants legs pulling him closer. His hand slid along her slit and then he dipped in two fingers and she almost came undone. "I can feel you want me to touch you here." His started to move his fingers inside her causing her hips to move and soon their bodies were mimicking the pull and thrust that they would be doing soon. Felicity could feel her orgasm building and she tugged him closer, pushing her ass back.

"Oliver!"

He could hear the desperation in her voice and feel her body's needy want of him and he unbuttoned his pants and tugged down the zipper, letting them fall to the floor. Toeing off his shoes and stepping out of his pants, he quickly maneuvered her toward the couch.

"On your knees!" He said guiding her down. She moved onto the couch on her knees facing the back and he pulled her hips back toward him, so her back was arched. He pulled her hips back and thrust into her and she let out of cry of ecstasy. He groaned at the angle and the tight feel of her as he started thrusting. They both were so worked up by this point that going slow was not an option and she held onto the back of the couch as his movements came fast and hard. She had been so close to the edge with his fingers that the feel of his cock filling her pushed her further and soon, she was feeling her body tense and tingle as she came with a cry of his name. Feeling her walls flutter around him, Oliver pulled her back hard, and held her hips to his as he came inside of her. She felt him thrust a few more times before they both collapsed forward and he caught himself on the back of the couch so he didn't crush her.

As they both slowly recovered Oliver picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He cleaned them both before stripping the rest of his clothes and climbing into bed with her. He pulled her to his chest and kissed her shoulder and Oliver thought for a moment that he needed to contact Adrian Chase tomorrow to get his legal documents transferred over, before he drifted off to sleep.