Mean mister agent and his tough little rookie part 8! I’m so sorry this took wayyy longer than I thought it would >_<
Warnings: Scott (readers father), lots of threats, threats of murder, mentions of a gun, a small part alludes to reader being molested, mentions of blood, Scott gets knocked out🙏🙏, I think that’s it?
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’ll take care of it.”
The words ring in your head as Leon gently removes you from his lap and digs his car keys out of his pocket. “Go out the back door and head to my car. I’ll be there soon, okay sweetheart?” He gently strokes your hair as he speaks. His tone warm and soothing.
“Yes, sir.” Your voice is hoarse from all the sobbing. A stark contrast to his. Leon leans down and tenderly kisses your forehead. “Atta girl.” He softly coos, patting your back and sending you on your way.
Leon stands there for a moment, taking a deep breath. ‘You can’t kill him. As much as you want to—you can’t.’ He thinks to himself. Rolling his shoulders as he mentally prepares to hold himself back from breaking your father’s jaw on sight.
‘All you have to do is get him angry enough to the point he swings first. That’ll be easy, right? You’re a smartass and people don’t like that. Just be yourself!’
The pep talk he gives himself is frowned upon but not inherently bad. After all, he’s right. Leon can hit Scott, he just can’t hit him first. After all, who wouldn’t wanna hit their ‘girlfriends’ piece of shit abuser? Leon definitely does.
He walks out of the locker room and down the hall to the front lobby. There he sees a man around his age fussing with a young desk lady who looks like she’s about to cry. Leon stands to his full height, no longer hunching his shoulders and approaches.
“What seems to be the issue?” Leon asks the young woman.
“U-Uhm, I was just trying to explain th-that—”
“I wanna see my daughter! I know she’s here.” Scott slurs out, pulling out a silver flask and bringing it to his lips.
Leon snatches the flask out of his hand. “Hey! The fuck was that for?!” “There’s no outside drinks allowed in the lobby. Especially not cheap whiskey.” Scott glares at Leon, snarling.
“The names Leon, and you are?”
“Scott Williams. Sergeant Scott Willams.”
Leon raises his eyebrow at Scott’s insistence of his title. He has to hold back a scoff, does he seriously think that earns him any respect? Leon lost all respect for that man the moment you told him about the hell he put you through.
Leon crosses his arms over his chest, smirking condescendingly. “Sergeant? Is that so?” He asks. “Yeah. Combat Medic. Served for 10 years.” Scott says proudly, like his career was impressive. Leon only scoffs in response causing Scott to scowl and huff.
“No, i think you’re full of yourself.”
Scots eyes widen in response to Leon’s comment. His eyebrows furrowing as his scowl deepens.
“I don’t have time for this. I just wanna see my daughter.”
“And who’s your daughter?”
The sound of her name with ‘Williams’ attached makes Leon shudder. She’d be better off having his last name instead.
“I’m sorry nobody by that name works here. We have a Y/N L/N but no Williams.”
“That’s her. She uses her mother’s last name.”
“Ah, well you won’t be seeing her anytime soon.”
“She’s perfect, you just won’t be going anywhere near her.”
Leon’s gaze hardens as he stares down Scott, standing his ground. That bastard wasn’t going anywhere near his baby. He was her daddy now, and he was gonna make sure she would never have to see that man again.
“What the fuck do you mean I can’t see her?! She’s my daughter. I’ll see her if I goddamn want too!” Scott spits, taking a step towards Leon. “You gonna buck at me, Sergeant?” Leon scoffs, stepping chest to chest with Scott.
“Maybe I am, what’re you gonna do about it?” Scott snarls, getting nose to nose with him. It takes all of Leon’s self control not to deck him right then and there. The poor secretary had scurried off long ago, probably looking for someone to break up the potential fight.
“Listen, Scotty—can I call you ‘Scotty’?—you don’t want this fight.” Leon says matter of factly, like it was common knowledge not to test a seasoned agent. Scott tilts his head challengingly. “Why’re you protecting her? You like her or something?” Leon’s jaw tightens at the accusation, although he wasn’t wrong.
“That’s it, isn’t it? You’ve got the hots for my daughter.” Scott smirks. Leon’s fists clench at his sides, he takes a deep breath trying to calm himself. He can’t let this asshole win. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it. She looks just like her mother.”
Scott reaches into his pocket for something—probably a pack of smokes—but what comes out of his mouth next makes Leon snap.
“Although, she’s always been a ‘daddy’s girl’ if you know what I mean.”
Before Scott can even finish his sentence Leon socks him in the jaw. You can hear the sickening crack of teeth being knocked loose. He grabs Scott’s wrists and tackles him down to the floor. One hand keeping Scott’s arms behind his back while the other keeps his cheek pressed against the hard floor of the lobby.
Leon lowers his head down to speak right in Scott’s ear. His voice low and menacing. “If you ever try to come near her again I will kill you.” That’s all he could get out before other agents came running over to see what all the commotion was. Leon immediately switches his act, putting on the Nobel role.
“He threatened me, then was reaching for something, thought I saw a gun.” Leon explains as he stands up, wiping off Scott’s blood on his slacks. Two other agents help Scott off the ground, taking him for medical attention and to be questioned.
“I’ll fill out an incident report tomorrow, I’ve got somebody waiting.” He explains to the other agents, excusing himself. Leon adjusts his tie before heading out the double doors and walking towards the parking lot. The paperwork could wait.
His girl was much more important.
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