The Deal | Dan x Reader 1930's Mobster AU

Car Radio

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(Y/n)'s POV

I felt my lip twitch upwards with my nose, into a sneer, slipping a gun into my trench coat. I carried one at all times. I walked heavily towards Howell's office, shoving the door open without a knock. He glanced up, tie undone, his non dominant hand swirling a glass of scotch. He seemed startled at the fact I was now approaching him.

He met my stone eyes, and I pulled the gun from my jacket. He tensed, setting down the glass. I set the weapon on his desk, my eye twitching slightly. I could hear a siren outside, something adding to the spooky ambiance I was giving off. Even though sirens in London were extremely common.

He glanced down at the gun and then at me again. We shared a silent moment before I sat down in his chair. I glanced at the table, the pencil cup placed upright again, despite Andrea's ass knocking it over yesterday. He watched me, afraid to make a move. I ran my tongue over my gums, crossing my arms and my legs.

"Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" I asked and Howell started pouring one without saying a word. He placed the glass in front of me. He was searching for the reason I was here, but I had no reason myself, other than I felt weak in this moment. "Why is she here?"

I hadn't asked him that since she arrived, I only let the darkness consume me. I let my fingernails dig into my arm, waiting for a response.

"Andrea?" I glanced at him darkly, partly because of the ignorant question, partly because I hated when he said her name. "Why ask now?"

"I should've asked sooner. I let myself slip, I admit that," I said, glancing down at my legs. It felt so odd to be sat across from him without a glare on either of our faces, without my harsh comments or his sexual advancements. He stood up from his seat, and walked around to the other side of his desk. He leaned against it, knocking over the pencil cup again. He crossed his arms and his legs remained straight, brushed up against the leg of my chair.

"I don't know why she's here. I did before, but now I don't." I bit at my cheeks and watched the painting on his wall. "I did it before to keep this company safe, to keep you and the others safe. But it seems that I placed you all in more danger."

My tongue was caught at the roof of my mouth, my mind racing. I had come here, looking for an answer, but not totally prepared to face it. It was like a car radio, gone silent. I have nothing to distract myself, to keep me from what was real, from all those people I killed.

Now I just sit in silence.

"I'm sorry."

I glanced up at him, and his eyebrows quivered. He stared heavily at his shoes, everything the both of us had done hanging over us like a thick fog.

"I did it to protect you."

I felt my eyes begin to burn, just staring at him. I placed a hand on his knee and he glanced up at me, his eyes watering. She broke him. She broke all of us. He glanced from my hand to me.

She was here.

We both knew it.

I could hear her coming up the stairs, and I knew I had to do it, no matter the discomfort. I was tired of this. I pressed my lips to Howell's just as she opened the door. I barely heard her scream, prying me off him.

"You bitch! You bastard! I thought we had a deal! If you see it that way, then fine! You'll see the end, I'll make sure of it!! You'll pay soon!" She attacked me, Howell prying her off as I just let her claw at my face. She hit against him too, a burning fury I had only seen in myself before.

She stormed out, knocking things off their shelves and I just let my eyes water. I watched from the top of the stairs as she left. I knew there would be more of her, and soon, but even her departure for now relieved me of the weight on my chest.

"(Y/n)." I glanced up at Howell, tears now dropping down my cheeks. I can't believe I had let her turn Howell into a monster, turn me into a monster. He reached out to comfort me, but I just jerked away. He seemed confused, wanting to help me, but I just let out a sob and stepped away from him. "(Y/n), let me help yo--"

"No." I wiped back across my cheek my breath heavy. "You can say sorry, but don't touch me--"

He watched me with weary, sad eyes. Though he had suffered Andrea's wrath as I had, I had come to my realization abruptly. All the things he had done to me, on top of all the things I had done to other people. There was a stack of papers in that office with my name scribbled across the bottoms, each a death certificate.

It was all fresh.

"I'm sorry," I glanced at him again, my eye twitching again.

"I--I am too."

"For what?"

"All those people."

His lips parted, realizing all the blood I had on my hands now. More tears dropped down my cheeks and he just watched in pity, unable to touch me.

"I'm sorry."

~Calymari