The Trouble With Mob Bosses (A Sandor Clegane Mob AU)

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Sandor threw on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and was out the door in less than a minute. Your words kept echoing in his head as he drove. "He knows." He knew you were in more danger than you had ever been in before. He sped toward your and Gregor's sprawling estate as quickly as he possibly could. The car was barely parked before Sandor was barreling out of it in a mix of fear and anger.

The front door was open, which never boded well. Sandor pulled out his gun, prepared to eliminate any threat there was. The house was oddly quiet. No dogs running around, no sounds of your music or the television, no maids or anything. Just an eerie silence. Sandor searched the entire downstairs and found nothing. Then, he tip-toed up the stairs toward your room.

That door was slightly ajar as well and Sandor could see Gregor's back as he breathed like a caged animal. Sandor gently pushed the door open, alerting Gregor to his presence. The older Clegane brother turned with a sneer. As he turned, Sandor caught a glimpse of the carnage behind him and his throat dried. Lying on the bed, in a pool of blood, was you.

Lifeless eyes stared at Sandor. Those eyes would haunt his dreams forever. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Gregor growled, "That I wouldn't hear about your disgusting fling with my wife, little brother? I see and hear everything! Everything!" Gregor advanced toward Sandor menacingly and Sandor pulled the trigger. Not once, not twice, but he emptied the barrel of his gun into his brother's head.

Gregor fell to the floor, twitching as the life left him. Only when he stopped moving did Sandor finally unglue his feet from their spot. He ran over to the bed and placed his fingers at your throat. It didn't take him long to feel that you were gone. Taken from him. He cradled you to his chest. Sandor let out a scream of rage as some of Gregor's men came running into the room.

Their eyes drifted over the scene in front of them. Their employer lying dead on the floor with several gunshot wounds. The wife of Gregor Clegane, loved by many, being cradled in the arms of her brother-in-law who had tears running down his face as he let out an inhuman howl of rage and despair. The men exchanged a glance, unsure of what to do. As the only living Clegane, Sandor was now the head of the family, but what if he had been the one who killed the others?

Sandor straightened up and dried his eyes. "Uh, sir?" Sandor turned to the man who dared to speak in his moment of grief. Still, he knew he had to explain what had happened. "Self-defense," he rasped out, "He killed Mrs. Clegane and tried to attack me." The two men nodded in understanding. Gregor was known for his temper after all. "Get a few men to take care of this mess. I'm in charge now..." One of the men went to round up a few more, while the other drew close to where you were on the bed.

He moved to pick you up, but Sandor snapped, "Not her!" The man jumped away and Sandor's expression softened. "I-I'll handle Y/N's arrangements. Gregor can be taken away and cremated. Y/N deserves better." The second man left the room quickly, leaving Sandor standing there, covered in your blood and fighting back more tears.

"Where is Y/S/N?" he asked one of the men when they'd finished struggling with Gregor. "I believe he's still with Mrs. Clegane's family, sir." Sandor nodded. He finally tore his eyes away from you. He had to go get Y/S/N and inform your family of what had happened. The day just kept getting worse and worse.

*time skip*

Sandor ran a hand down his face as he waited for the lawyer to come in. He'd made sure that you a simple yet lovely funeral because that's what you would have wanted. Gregor hadn't deserved it. Sandor would dump Gregor's ashes into the deepest pit he could find after the lawyer finished reading the wills. Gregor's was first.

Tyrion Lannister came in and sat behind his desk with a solemn expression. Sandor and your family were the only people there. "I'll read Mr. Clegane's first and then Mrs. Clegane's." Tyrion pulled Gregor's will out of its envelope and began reading. "As expected, Gregor left everything to Y/S/N, to be held in trust by Sandor Clegane until the boy reaches the age of 21. Everything. The entire estate belongings to Y/S/N Clegane." Sandor nodded. He'd expected as much. Then Tyrion pulled out your will.

"Mrs. Clegane gave very specific instructions in her will, which she altered shortly before she died. She too left everything to Y/S/N but instructs that it be held in trust to the boy's father...I didn't understand why but then she showed me this." Tyrion held up a piece of paper. An official looking document that Sandor couldn't see clearly.

Tyrion continued, "This is a DNA paternity test. Gregor Clegane was not Y/S/N's biological father. Sandor Clegane is." Sandor's jaw dropped. He glanced down at the sleeping infant in his carrier. He shook his head. "No," Sandor whispered, but Tyrion smiled a bit. "Her will also states Sandor Clegane, the child's biological father, as guardian. And I've been instructed to give you this.." Tyrion produced another envelope and handed it over to Sandor. The large man wasted no time in opening it.

My dearest Sandor,

I apologize for lying to you. I hope you can forgive me since I only lied to protect you and Y/S/N. He is your son. He's always been your son. I always felt so guilty whenever you mentioned your connection to him. You deserved to be his father, even if he hadn't been yours. You won't be a 'shit father' as you liked to say. I know you'll be an amazing father. I'll be watching over you from wherever I am. I love you both so very much. Please forgive me, Sandor. And never forget what we had. Be happy, my love.

Y/N

Sandor bit back all the emotions stirring in his chest. He could not break down now. He would lose his cool when he was alone, but not now. Not in front of the lawyer, your family, and your son. Sandor glanced down at the child again. His son. He had a son. The little boy opened his eyes and smiled. Sandor glanced back at the (e/c) eyes and he knew, no matter what happened next, he would be alright and he would keep his son safe. He would leave the family business behind and move to the country like you planned. Just him, Y/S/N, and the memories of you. The perfect family. 

(This was the original ending I had planned! I will be posting an alternate ending as well!)