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Lloyd Hansen/Female Reader/Ransom Drysdale/Robert Pronge
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AO3: Link
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“Come here baby.” Lloyds smooth voice calls you forward.
He’s leaned back in a booth, cigar smoke billowing round him, old blues playing in the background, various men mill around that are loyal to him and his family, the bar was high end, had that air about it, but at the same time it was well worn and loved looking, all beautiful shades of wood made up the building inside and out.
You near him, parting from Ransom who goes over to speak to Robert, the four of you making up a little triad, each special to the other in different ways, you wonder if those two will vanish upstairs into the well loved bedroom you all share, to work off some of their…..anger. Anger, at a rival mob who thought it would be a good idea to do shit on your men's turf.
A rival mob who thought it wise to corner you, try and rough you up, Try being the word here. You had taken down the two stupid goons with enough ease, your butterfly knife making sure of that, a gift from your men, your husbands. And it wasn’t the only knife you had on your person.
A tiny little thing, one you could slip between your fingers with ease was from Ransom, the butterfly knife was from Lloyd, and Robert got you the one you hide on your thigh garter belt. Most men don’t know you are armed to the teeth. Your little tiny thing of a gun, which only holds two bullets at a time, was hidden in a holster in the pocket of your dress. Always armed, always ready.
You often get in trouble for going out alone without bodyguards, but time and time again you show it’s not always needed, like today. You're sure you’ll still get a spanking for it and it would be Lloyd giving it out today.
As you settle in his lap, making sure you wiggle your ass around, his soft growl in your ear makes you smirk, as you gently take the cigar out of his mouth and take a few puffs yourself as his eyes roam over your body, “I’m still in one piece, relax darling.” you coo, blowing smoke in his face in a teasing manner.
His hands on you tighten, his touch firming up, much like his cock below your ass, hidden in his black slacks, “You just love adding stress to my day.” he grumps as his nose runs over your neck, smelling your perfume.
You set the cigar in the ashtray off to the side and loop your arms behind his neck, sitting more sideways in his lap, giving him more access, “I didn’t ask for those men to bother me.”
“No, but you didn’t take your protection detail with you either.” he grumps more, burying his face in your neck now, giving love bites, his stach tickling you, making you giggle a bit, “And?”
His growl makes you smile more before you gasp as he starts sucking on your neck, you hold him tighter to you as he holds you tighter to him, “I know how to protect myself, you saw to that remember? Gave me all those boxing lessons? Robert showed me how to stab someone in just the right spots and Ransom showed me how to poison someone….” you gasp, your words getting cut off as he rips open the top of your dress, buttons going flying, as he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks hard, “Fuck Lloyd….”
“Hmmmmmm, just because you’re a tough bitch doesn’t mean you can just go out, at night I might add and go shopping without anyone with you.” he growls out around your nipple.
You whimper, your hands weaving into his hair, messing it up, you know he’ll grumble about that later but for now, he doesn’t give a shit. You hear Robert drag Ransom out of the room, both of them grumbling, but you know what they are about to do, you hope they don’t break the bed again.
But then Lloyd is grinding up into you, needing you, and all thoughts leave your head.
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WEEKS LATER.....
You felt so pretty in your sun dress, it was all baby pink, with cute little strawberries all over it, your hair was up in a high ponytail, pink sparkly bow to match the dress. You felt very girly today, and your men had loved the look so much, they each railed you in bed before Ransom dropped you off in his beamer and kissed the daylights out of you.
You didn’t work because you had too, and it wasn’t really even work, you volunteered at the local library. Sometimes you did storytime with the little kids, sometimes, you helped put all the books back, but you loved being in this space among all the history, even the building itself was the oldest in the whole country.
You loved this building and your men though they acted like they did nothing of the sort made sure every year to put so much money into it, the building was thriving. Ransom and Lloyd did love to soak up all the praise for that however, Robert, not so much, he just wanted to be left alone about it, but you knew he cared if for no other reason then because you loved this place so much and he cared about you.
So, it’s a great day, you just finished your coffee, did a storytime and now you’re putting away some books as you hum to yourself, your little ballet flats tapping on the carpeted floor to the music in your head.
When the daytime manager comes over, you side eye him. As you often have to do, he eyes you all the time, your men hate him, and it’s why, even in this building, one of your safe spaces, you carry a weapon, a tiny little knife that looked like a key. It was the necklace you wore today.
Normally you’re more armed in subtle ways but around little ones, you try and tone it down and honestly, the most this guy has even done is just stare and leer at you, you wonder if today is the day he decides to be a fool.
You ignore his greeting, you don’t actually work for him, but the owner of the building, his huff sets you on edge, but you continue to stock books silently, the low sounds of people around the place, of kids doing crafts in the craft room only around the corner the only sounds, until it’s not.
Until it’s him hitting the back of your head with a book, until it’s him dragging you to his office mer feet away, in your dazed state, you don’t put up much of a fight, once he gets his door shut and locked, you come out of it a bit, going for your little knife, he grips your wrist, but you just grab the key out of your other hand and stab him in the neck, his shout isn’t much.
His anger fueling him to much to care it seems, as you scramble to stab him again, he rips the knife out of your hand and pins you down, your knee goes for his dick, but he blocks enough to stop you, you growl and he just forces a kiss on you, a kiss that you bite at, biting his lip until it bleeds and he moves away swearing.
You start to get up and turn towards the door, but he tackles you down to the floor, pinning you down, once again hitting you over the back of the head with a book, you cry out, tears filling your eyes as you lay there dazed, “You….stupid….little…bitch…” he breaths down your neck.
“They think they own everything in this town, but I fucking saw you first and I’m so fucking tired of how they take everything from me, fucking tired.” the way he leans over the back of you, feeling you, touching you, makes you snarl and cry as you shake your head and blink, trying to get at him.
“Oh, you think you’re going to win this?” his laugh pisses you off.
When you feel him move your dress out of the way, flipping it up, the cool air felt on your ass, you know how this is gonna go and like hell will you just lay here and take this. You relax your body, making it seem like you’ve given in, you’re still pretty dazed, but it works, his grip on you relaxes.
When he leans down close to you to speak again, you know this next move is gonna hurt like a bitch so much, but it has to be done, with all the force you can, you rear back and smack the back of your head into his face, the crack you feel and hear from his nose followed by his scream, makes you giddy as fuck as you scramble out from under him.
You don’t waste anytime, you go to the door, unlock it and race out, you just needed to be out in public, moving quickly down the isle you had been down stocking books, you stop at your cart and take a minute to breath, to cradle your head in your hands, because it was really starting to hurt and you knew it was bleeding, could feel blood trickling down the side of your face.
Hands suddenly touching you makes you start to fight back, but his scent and then his face, his touch, your eyes take in Robert, Robert who was here to take you to lunch, oh but his eyes….the rage, yet his touch was gentle as he cradles your face in his hands, “Where is he little love?”
You sniffle, gripping his black tank top, “In his office, I broke his nose.”
His little smirk makes you smile a bit, even if it’s watery, “Good girl, now, call the others, i’m going to deal with him baby.”
Sniffling again, you nod in his grip, when he leans forward to kiss your forehead, you soak in the touch for a moment, when he moves away, you reach under the cart and into your purse, once you call Ransom, Robert steps away and into the managers office, shutting and locking the door behind him. Once you also call Lloyd, you wait for them to pick you up, too tired and hurt to complain about them fighting your battles, honestly, you don’t care if they do, it was sexy and moreover, they did it because they love you.
Lloyd being Lloyd, of course he has his men get the camera footage, he needed to see what this mother fucker had done to you, they all needed to see, so by the time those two show up in Ransom’s beamer, and silently help you into the car, they know everything, you never had to tell them a thing, something you’re thankful for.
Ransom holds you close in the backseat as Llloyd drives back home, knowing Robert will find his own way home just fine, Robert had…..already taken some revenge. Even got him and the scum bag out of the manager's office and out the back without anyone seeing, the last thing you would want, was for the poor little kids to see something that would scare them.
Once home Ransom carries you bridal style upstairs as Lloyd calls the house doctor, you can tell by how silent he is, how angry he is, seething really, they all are, but that anger never, ever translates to you.
With you they only offer softness and care, Ransom keeps you in his lap, even when the doctor comes, “Mr Barber, i’m sorry we have to keep meeting like this.” you offer, trying to lighten the mood.
His smile is kind and warm, you know, like your men, he’s dark and light, but with you, he’s light, always caring, always took care of your men too if they so needed it, “You gotta stop getting hurt then.”
You snort, “I’ll do my best.”
He snorts now, knowing and having seen you take down men who tried hurting you, as he starts to look over your head wound, peeling away the bandage Lloyd put over it, Ransom’s hands tighten on you where they hold, your hands going to his to help calm him down, he was so on edge, “How much did you hurt him back?” Andy whispers, eyes focused on his work, cleaning out the wound.
“Stabbed him in the neck, broke his nose.” you say proudly.
“Good girl.” Ransom whispers proudly himself, as Andy snickers softly, “Damn right.”
A few minutes of silence later, Andy finishes up, “So, the good news is, this isn’t deep, you have a slight concussion and you’ll need a few stitches, but that’s it, if anything changes, please call me right away, I would recommend only light sleep tonight, I’ll come back tomorrow and do another check, if everything looks ok, then tomorrow you should be able to sleep as normal, if not, you’ll spend another night only getting light sleep, don’t worry, this will heal quickly.”
Andy leans back and puts his things away, when he looks at you again, he looks pained in a way, but he says what he needs to, “Was there…..were you hurt anywhere else, anywhere….we can’t see, I could go get Wanda.”
Ransom’s hands twitch where they still hug you to him on his lap, you know what he's asking and you’re thankful for him being compassionate about it, for actually giving a damn, he was one of the good ones, but you’ve known that for years now, “No I’m….no, I’m not hurt anywhere else, he never got the chance.”
You tremble slightly, but Ransom just soothes you by rubbing his hands up and down your arms and Andy looks beyond relieved, “Good, I’m glad, if you still need to talk about it, you have Wanda’s number, you know she’ll come if you call.”
It was true, she was a good friend and also Andy’s nurse and wife, “I know, thank you.”
Andy nods, packing up the rest of his things, “I’ll be back tomorrow to look in on you, bed rest.” he says the last bit slightly stern because he knows your men and he knows you, fucking doesn’t always fix everything.
Once he leaves, Ransom forces you to lean back and snuggle with him in bed, It’s not a hardship and the smell of his tan coat over you as your face smooshes into his sweater covered chest has you falling into a light sleep as his arms incircle you, “Rest honey, I’ll be here.” he whispers as you drift off.
Lloyd calmly watches from the wall he leans on, as Robert ties the scumbag that hurt you to the warehouse floor, spread eagle style. The guys been nothing but a swearing and crying mess and Lloyd was going to enjoy this very fucking much.
From the cage next to Lloyd, his pet white tiger watches and waits, purring loudly, the pure gold collar around her neck, shining in the warehouse lights, you spoiled her rotten, she was Lloyds and before you, he spoiled her like nothing else, now you did that and Lloyd spoiled you, well he still spoiled his beloved feline, but now you did too, they all did really.
She has tons of space, good food and lots of lovin, but now she was eyeing up her new prey and Robert smiles at her, “Don’t worry girl, he’ll be yours soon enough.”
When Robert turns to the guy on the ground, he smiles darkly before reaching over and grabbing his axe, a weapon from a dear friend, who custom makes them, as he stands over the guy, he stares him down so deadly and so rage filled, well, raising the axe and bringing it down on the guys arm, chopping it off is only the beginning.
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