A/N: It’s been MONTHS since I gave yall anything & I am so sorry yall! But like always I'm back like I never left and I bring you all this! It’s a bit fluffy which yall know I usually don't do but I was in my feelings when I started it LOL. I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think as always. Love you guys.

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Title is based off this song: YUGYEOM - I Want U Around ft. DeVita

♚❤ - We’ll have to take a rain check on our date baby girl. 

You don't even bother to respond to the text. 

“Yet again he’s gotten my hopes up only to crush them and leave me disappointed and frustrated. Why is it that every time we plan a night together, something suddenly comes up that no one else can handle for a fucking night?!”

You know how your man is. Roman’s a very hands on person in everything he does - especially when it comes to his business, his money - his family. 

He isn’t so vain to the point where money rules his every move but it is how he makes things happen and bodies move. 

In the end, money is the root of all evil and he’s no exemption.

So anytime a problem arises he personally oversees it to make sure it's resolved properly and immediately. But still, despite knowing that you wished that he’d give it to someone else to handle for one damn night so he could spend time with you.

You look down, simply reading over the words a few more times before rolling your eyes and growling out loud. Swiping down, you bring up your pull down menu and hit do not disturb before tossing the phone off to the side and getting up off your bed. 

You were so excited for tonight. 

It had been weeks since you had last seen your man. He’s been away on business overseas establishing yet another branch of his ever growing empire. He had called you a few days ago to tell you that he was coming home and to clear your calendar and call into work for a few days. He had plans to spend a few days holed up with you in your penthouse apartment, just relaxing and laying around with you.

And while that sounded absoultley devine, you also wanted to add dessert; the cherry on top and planned to wine and dine your man with a home cooked meal, a nice vintage wine, a few candles and a very racey red number with fuck me heels; just how he liked it.

But yet again you were left alone and upset.

Getting up from your bed, you turn towards your ensuite bathroom ready to wipe your makeup but look off to the side where your phone lies. You simply look at it for a moment before reaching out and plucking it up. You hit the contacts icon, scrolling for no more than a second before finding the contact you want and press ‘call’.

After a single ring, the person picks up ...

You simply sigh before taking a large sip of the chilled white wine you had ordered. You sigh at the taste. Looking around the small bistro, you take in the dim yet soft glow of the lights and the deep bass of the melody drifting through the air as you sit at the bar.

“So this is the umpteenth time he’s canceled on you for business?”

Looking over the rim of your glass to where your best friend sat, you simply nod and bring the glass from your lips. 

“I understand business comes first but still… don't I matter too? What about how I feel? Why can't he let Jey or Heyman handle whatever it is for just one goddamn night?”

Natacha simply gives you a sad smile.

“Have you tried to tell him how you feel?”

“That's pretty hard when he’s never around. I don't want to have this talk over the phone, and especially not over text. It seems like a face to face thing you know? I don't want to sound needy, but I am. I miss him. I feel bad for even having these feelings because I knew what it was when I got with him. But still, I get lonely too.”

“Nah I got you babe. But still if this is a recurring thing then maybe you should say something before that feeling gets any worse.”

You simply nod.

It’s not like you haven't thought about telling him about it, but it's your pride. You don't want to seem… well needy - clingy even. You've seen some of the women his men bring around and can't help but shudder at even remotely sounding like them even if it was justified. 

No hate towards those girls but you’re a different breed of woman. You don’t need his attention 24/7.  You understand that he has other things he needs to focus on and that's okay but when you want his attention, you want his attention. 

“You shouldn't feel bad for feeling how you feel. You're allowed to be upset that he canceled on you yet again for business after promising to spend time with you. But I do think you need to tell him how you feel. Yeah he's the boss and has an empire to run but he's also in a relationship with you. You deserve some of his time and attention too. And if he can't give you that then he needs to let you be with someone who will.”

Natcha loves Roman like a brother, she really does but she also hates to see you upset and hurt. And she hates it even more when Roman is the cause.

“Nat you know I love him. I’m not leaving him over this. Like you said I definitely need to talk to him and explain how I feel. I just hope I don't come off as whiny and clingy.”

Rolling her eyes, Nat reaches for her drink and takes a sip before piercing you with an annoyed glare.

“And if you do, so fucking what? You are lonely! And it’s his fault so let him fix it and make it up to you.”

You simply laugh at your friend.

You go to give a witty remark and stop short at what you see in front of you… Well not a what but a who.

In all his glory was your boyfriend, in a dark pressed suit looking every bit the mob boss he is - walking into the bistro with not only his cousin Jey, and special counsel Paul at his flanks but his ex fiance Galina Rose on his arm. You simply fall silent at the sight. You don't take your eyes off of the group as they literally make a beeline to the right of the restaurant where the private rooms and booths are housed. 

Having noticed your silence, Nat must have turned to see what caught your attention and fell silent alongside you having seen what you did.

You wanted to be reasonable about this, you really did but your mind and heart were having none of it. Disappointment, loneliness and unbridled anger swept through you making you see red and itch to slap the shit out of someone.

You didn’t even realize it but you hopped off the stool you were perched on and began to move towards where you saw the group disappear. As you move you somewhat take note of everyone in the bistro seemingly staring at you in curisoity as you make your way to the other side of the bistro where they, your boyfriend, his inner circle and fucking ex were now concealed. 

…

Unknown - No matter how many times you change your number, you know I’ll get it. We need to talk.

You simply delete the message and go back to watching youtube and eating your popcorn.

You were done.

You sat around like a puppy, waiting up for this man for weeks just for him to cancel on you last minute and step out the same night with his fucking ex. As far as you were concerned you saw all you needed to realize she was who he was occupying his time with the last few weeks.

And he could continue to do so. 

Initially you wanted to beat his ass then hers, but Natacha had talked you down, telling you that violence would do nothing and you were better than that.

‘Look, you’ve seen what you need to see. So don't stoop to their level. Be better. Let's get out of here and go to my place. You can stay with me for a few days.’

You were glad that Nat let you stay with her because after a day or so of you ignoring him Roman showed up to your place and found it void of your presence. After calling your family and being told they hadnt heard from you, he called Nat asking about your whereabouts only to get cussed the fuck out on behalf of you.

‘You piece of fucking shit! How could you do that to her?! She was so excited to see you then you cancel in the name of work only to step out with your fucking ex where everyone could see you without a fucking care in the world! That bitch legit was eating up the moment and you looked mighty comfy with her. Y/n is better than me cause no one would have stopped me from whopping both of yall asses! …’

You werent going to play second fiddle to any bitch especially his ex. 

Of course Roman wanted to talk, but you had heard enough of his excuses and told him that much before you changed your number. That was almost a month ago.

You were surprised he had lasted this long. Roman wasn't a man to be told no or denied anything so knowing him you figured he would have come to your place and made you talk to him sooner rather than later.

But then again apparently he’s been busy with the acquisition of yet another company and some family business. Jimmy, Jey’s twin  brother, had been texting you and letting you know what was happening with the family despite your issues with his cousin and leader. You might be mad at him, but his family was another story. They werent in control of his actions and Jim let you know Roman's father had told him to stay away from Galina when she started popping back up, but of course Roman brushed his father off.

‘Pops told Ro that nothing good would come from her showing back up but you and I know that he will always see about her regardless of the damage she caused.’ And as much as it pained you to admit, that was true. Galina was his first love. His first in many ways. Despite just how much of a snake and bitch she was, he still had a soft spot for her, which made you even angrier yet sad.

After she got up and left him almost 3 years ago because of what he did for a living and the danger she said he posed to her family and herself, she damn sure picked a hell of a time to come back when it seemed he was climbing even higher. 

Yet again that was his fault, well yours too because to the public he was well, single. Yeah no one outside of the family and Nat knew you were his girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend.

When you first got with him, Roman had asked you to keep your relationship out of the public eye. After what you learned of his breakup with her, you knew Galina had cut him deep and made him feel bad for his profession and lifestyle despite knowing about it from the start! Not only was she the many if not all of his firsts in life, they were childhood friends. Her family wasn't in the mafia but did dealings with Romans father so they knew what was happening in the shadows. 

At the time you wanted to show him you were a different woman and agreed to go at his pace. But it came back to bite you in your ass and you feel like such a fool because of it. 

Turning on the TV and seeing the man you loved being plastered everywhere with his ex made you nauseous and sad. But after a few weeks you realized that maybe that's who he wanted this entire time. Maybe you werent his endgame the way he was for you ... 

Rolling your eyes, you simply look back to your screen as the doorbell sounds once again. You simply keep your eyes trained on the screen with no intention of moving from your spot. After all he was going to find a way in regardless of whether you let him in or not so you might as well enjoy your peace a bit longer before he comes to disturb it. 

After a moment you can hear the keys on your door keypad being pushed then the lock clicks letting him in.

Your heart beats in double time with the knowledge that he’s inside your apartment after a month. It’s been well over a month since you’ve seen him face to face. Well actually well over 4 months but who was counting?

“I told you we needed to talk.”

You don't look away from the screen.

“I thought my silence was clear enough. I don't have anything to say to you.”

“I think you do baby girl. Why don't we talk about it, hmm?”

Sighing you reach for the remote next to you, pausing the TV. Not bothering to acknowledge him or his statement, you grab the bowl with your popcorn and stand, making your way to your kitchen, pushing past him.

His deep laugh sounds behind you as he turns to follow you. You simply place the bowl on the counter as you go over to your refrigerator, open it and grab a bottle of water.

“You’re allowed to be upset, I wouldn't hold that against you. But I would like a chance to explain my side.”

You keep your back to him as you open and take a sip of the cold water. You take a moment to swallow before speaking.

“Then go ahead and explain. Please do and once youre done leave me the fuck alone.”

“Turn around and tell me to my face to leave you the fuck alone. Go on baby. Turn around and let me see that pretty face.”

After a few seconds of silence you make no move to turn around. Hearing his laugh, you squeeze the water bottle in your fist tightly, almost spilling all the water in it on the counter.

“You’re mad, I get that. But we both know that I would never do you dirty like that. I know you better than you know yourself baby girl. You really think I would leave you here alone to globe trot with my ex? Yeah I’ll admit I fucked up by doing what I did. I take full responsibility but I’d never disrespect you or hurt you by sleeping with her or anyone else. Yeah I have a soft spot for her but my heart belongs to you. I belong to you. And I have been a shit man for not showing you that lately.”

You don’t even try to dispute him because he’s right.

“Yes I canceled on you to meet up with her but her father as well. Galina’s father owes a lot of money to an international arms dealer. The dealer sought me out to help with the issue of payment since Galina’s father is a part of my network and this is my city. Of course I had stipulations for the meeting to take place, one of them being me being present. The meeting wasn’t supposed to happen for a few days, hence why I told you to clear your calendar. But when I got word that the dealer was in the city ahead of the meeting I couldn't ignore it. So I moved the meeting to that night, the night of our date. 

I know you were looking forward to our night, and so was I but I couldn't let his actions go unnoticed.”

“Okay, let's say I get why you did what you did, do you realize that you’ve canceled on me god knows how many times in favor of work? You do realize that I have been here for months waiting for my man to give me one night of his undivided attention?! How the fuck do you think I feel seeing you with her after you promised to come home and spend time with me? I’m not a jealous person but I can't help but feel some type of way knowing that she and her father are somewhat more important than me, the woman you say you love. But I keep forgetting that she’s important to you too no matter how much I wish she wasn't.”

“No one means more to me than you.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.”

“Mmmm …”

You keep your back to him as you stew in your feelings. But after a moment you feel his hands on your waist and his chest on your back.

“You want me to show you then baby? You want a crash course in just how fucking much you mean to me?”

Closing your eyes, you breathe through your nose and try to press yourself forwards towards the counter in an attempt to get out of his hold, but you know it’s no use.

Now that his hands are on you, he’s not letting go.

“Listen to me and listen to me, good baby girl. Matter of fact -”

Before you realize it, he’s spun you around to face him, grabbing your waist and hoisting you up to place you on the counter. He’s wedged between your legs leaving no space between your bodies and his thumb and forefinger of his left hand have your chin trapped between them.

“Pay attention to me. Listen, look - acknowledge what I am telling you. Yes, I fucked up as I said. I have been doing that alot lately but for you to think that she is more important than you is ridiculous. Yes, I loved her, and I still care for her but you gave me something she never did which hurts me to say. I thought she was my endgame, my wife, my future but then you came into my life and I have never felt so loved and appreciated. You don't care about my fame or money. You care about me, the man. You give me what I need without me having to say a damn word. You understand me and make me feel less alone in this cold world. And because of my actions, I’ve made you feel so unappreciated and unloved and for that I am sorry. I am sorry that it took this to make me realize that I have an amazing woman who deserves nothing less than the world. I want to be that man for you. I want to be able to give you what your heart desires.”

You don't realize that you're crying until you feel his fingers on your skin, caressing your tears away.

“Don't cry beautiful. You’ve done enough of that because of me. I hate seeing you cry.”

“Then stop making me cry!”

His smile is breathtaking at your words. Scanning you from head to toe, he reaches up to let your unruly hair down out of the messy top bun you have it in to let it fall down around your shoulders.

“I’ve missed you.”

At his words he leans forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, bringing his arms around your frame and relaxing into you. You waste no time and reach up, doing what he had done pulling his luscious locks free from his signature bun and running your fingers across his scalp earning a low growl from him. 

The sound sends a shiver down your spine making you wiggle on the counter and against him.

“Soon baby, soon. But first I want you to know that I solved the issue with Galinas father, and the debt was paid. I shouldn’t have another issue with him. I made it a point to let him know what will happen next time he tries to duck out of a business deal with my name attached to it.

I also made it clear to Galina that we will never be what we used to be. I care for her but I love you. I belong to and with you. After that night I realized nothing should ever make me put you on the back burner. You’re my queen, my partner. There is no me without you. The man I am now is because of you. You gave me what I was missing in this life. It’s me and you against the world, always.”

“Always.”

You simply pull him closer to you, relishing in his embrace.

... Yeah this helps set the mood *pants in heat* ...

You had no words to express the anger and regret you had for what happened.

You couldn't stress that enough to your best friend but he assured you it was okay.

‘Y/N I’m fine. You don't have to apologize. It’s not your fault. We’re fine, I promise you that but… uh, are you and him okay?’

At his question you simply looked away and chose not to answer.

Besides the obvious issue of the assault, you were pissed because Roman had put his hands on someone over his own assumptions and insecurities.

Yeah, insecurities.

You never thought you’d associate that word with Roman, but hell here you were.

‘I told you we are just friends and have been for over 10 years, Roman!’

When you first realized Roman was upset about you spending time with Adam, your best friend, you tried to calm his mind and stress to him the fact that you two were just friends and you have never seen Adam like that.

You tried your hardest, you really did.

But your words had fallen on deaf ears.

For everything you said, Roman had a counter; an accusation on how Adam felt about you, and how you apparently felt about him.

‘I think you like the attention he gives you, especially lately since I've been away on business. If you're lonely just say that, but I don't like my girlfriend entertaining another man when she has me.’

After that you just ignored his jabs anytime Adam was around and you didn't let Adam entertain him either.

Things seemed to be tense, but okay until today.

The whole reason Roman decided to assault Adam was because he touched your waist when he greeted you.

That's it. That's the reason.

Roman punched your best friend in his face over a simple touch which hadn't bothered you in the slightest.

Embarrassed. You were so embarrassed and ashamed that this happened.

After the initial shock you helped Adam up and proceeded to give Roman the cussing of a lifetime.

You didn't care about Roman’s shocked but pissed face.

You damn sure didn't give a damn about his men being around, seeing you cuss and lash out at their boss like a crazy woman.

The only thing you cared about in that moment was Adam and the fact that your boyfriend had acted like a damn child fighting over his favorite toy.

But you were no toy and the sooner Roman realized that the better because

You. Were. Pissed.

“If you can’t understand that you're not the only man in my life, then maybe you shouldn’t be in my life!”

You let those words come out of your mouth in anger but they held some truth.

If he couldn't fathom or even simply understand that he wasn't the only male in your life and that not every man wanted in your jeans then you didn't want him in it, despite how much you love him.

You love him.

You really do but his actions were uncalled for and made you feel as though he didn't trust you, and that right there is a huge problem.

A relationship takes two, and it's based on love, communication and trust, and if he didn't have any trust for you then what was the use of trying to make it work?

“Y/N, you need to understand that you're my -”

“Your what Roman? HUH?! Your woman? Well this is a barbaric and quite fucked up way of showing it Roman.”

“He was touching you like that! What was I supposed to do?”

“HOW ABOUT NOT PUNCHING HIM?! HOW ABOUT TALKING IT OUT LIKE AN ADULT!”

He simply looked at you for a moment before smirking and laughing.

“I tried that. And you dismissed me saying it wasn't like that. But his actions show something different.”

You simply look at him for a moment before scoffing.

While you werent surprised, you were disappointed, very disappointed - hurt even. You had hoped after the last time, he’d understand your small, minuscule need for a bit of independence even if it was at work - but you had hoped for too much.

Sighing loudly, you look out the glass door to your new office to see your now subordinates, once co-workers laughing and chatting while completing tasks and filing reports.

You couldn't help the sting in your chest at the feeling of once again being alienated, isolated from those around you due to your name, well his name and your association to him.

You had pleaded, hell you begged for him to not interfere in your work life. You wanted to earn your way. No free handouts, or random praise because of who you were fucking but again he had showed you that he thought he knew what was best for you and that only added to the sadness and hurt; the emotions mixing together making you feel so angry yet so sad that you couldnt pick an emotion to solely focus on.

You tried hard not to let the tears fall, but the more you thought about how your feelings were once again disregarded the harder you cried.

You hadn't asked for this …

...Walking into your shared home, you disregard your shoes at the front entrance and pad barefoot straight towards the kitchen to grab the biggest glass of chilled white wine, and some tylenol before preparing the hottest bath possible to wash away the day.

After your impromptu and very undeserved promotion you had been told by your boss’s boss (*insert eye roll*) you could leave early as a gift but you chose to stay and actually get some work done… and of course that started an argument when he came knocking a bit later to collect you.

‘Baby girl did your boss not tell you that you could have the rest of the day off?’

Rolling your eyes, you huffed and kept going over the documents in front of you, ignoring the man that occupied the space in front of your massive oak desk.

You of course had heard when David, your boss, told you that you had been given the rest of the day off, and as tempting as it was you needed to work. For one you needed to be there with your team. You wouldn't be that type of boss. You would pull your weight, and show them that it wasn't just who you knew but your merit and work ethic that got you this far even though you all knew the truth. And two, you didn't want to see Roman or anyone close to him for as long as possible. But of course he had to come knocking trying to butter you up with the promise of a celebration.

‘Baby girl come on let’s -’

You didn't even try to hold your tongue or fix your face. If looks could kill, he would have been dead the moment he walked into your office unannounced.

Sighing in annoyance you stop reading to reply to him.

‘Yeah no. I have actual work to do Roman. Just like I did before you fucked everything up again.’

You figured you fucked up the moment you told him no and expected him to be mad but he simply smirked down at your sitting figure before looking back over his shoulder to the bustling office space outside your closed door.

‘If that’s your version of foreplay then I’m all about it baby, but I doubt you’d want me to fuck the attitude out of you at work where all your employees can hear and see you.’

‘You can try it but I don’t think it’ll end well if you do. You've fucked with me enough today. Now if you're done then can you please leave me to get some work done? Oh and next time make an appointment if you want to meet with me.’

Usually after an argument, you’d be immediately hunting him down to apologize for your temper but this time was different. You were legit hurt and very pissed at him. Some time after he had left your office (very much pissed at you.. yeah the audacity right?) you texted him to let him know not to wait up for you and that if possible you’d like for him to sleep elsewhere and not in your shared bed. You werent feeling very forgiving at the moment and honestly it felt good to be mad for once and not feel bad about it.

Walking into the massive open kitchen you froze in the walkway seeing the man you didn't want to speak to sitting at the bar with a glass of whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other. Sighing you simply continue towards your destination without paying him any attention.

Reaching the glass cabinets over the kitchen sink you reach up to open and remove the biggest wine glass you could find. Once it’s in your hand, you go towards the bar, specifically the fridge behind it to grab a bottle of white wine. As you round the corner of the bar he just so happens to be sitting at, his large hand reaches out wraps around your wrist, sending chills up your arm and down your spine.

You simply look down at his large hand wrapped around your wrist for a moment then over at the sitting man with a look. His gaze is locked on where his hand meets your skin; he simply stares for a moment then up at you from up under his lashes and your breathing stops.

One thing about you man is he never plays fair, especially with you. He will always play smart but never fair. There isn't a dirty trick or loop hole he won't use to get his way and he wasn’t afraid to let everyone know, including you.

Your heartbeat begins to thunder in your ears as his skin continues to meet yours.

“Let go Roman.”

He doesn't say a thing. He simply stands from his chair, and without letting you go begins to round the bar. Once he’s in front of you, he looks down at you with those eyes and a tick in his jaw. Those eyes, his eyes are dark and a bit sharp letting you know he was in a sour mood, but so were you and it was all his fault. He had no reason to be mad when he caused this mess in the first place.

You take a deep breath to try and calm your heart but it's a weak effort.

“I think we need to talk, don't you baby girl?”

At the sound of his voice, your pussy immediately gets wet and chills once again break out over your now heated skin. Your nipples pebble against the blue lace you've encased them in.

You simply shake your head once, setting your jaw and try to yank your wrist free, but his hold tightens and in an instant your chest is smooshed against his abdomen and your chin is perched between his thumb and forefinger.

Your nose is now touching his and his breath tickles your lips as he begins to speak again.

“Nah baby girl I think we do.”

You simply look him in his eyes for a moment before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You relax your stance as if your giving up for a second then when you feel him relax his grip you snatch your face and wrist free.

“There’s nothing to talk about Roman especially when I’ve tried to talk to you numerous times and you simply chose to ignore me. Why waste my breath on yet another pointless conversation.”

“Baby girl -”

“NO! There is no baby girl right now. You always do this. You do something wrong then try to use your sweet words and body to make me forgive you. Well I hate to break it to you but it's not gonna work this time. I’m really hurt that you ignored my wishes yet again for your own wants and needs.”

Staring at you roman goes to take a step towards you but you put your hand out in front of you, signaling for him to stop.

A/N: While I've been writing in my spare time over the last few months, this is one of the few things I’ve actually completed and I feel so good. I can't wait to get back to writing in the next few weeks. Things are finally getting to a good place and I can't be any happier :)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, intended death, implied sexual acts - the nonconsensual type, name calling and just typical asshole parents who will do whatever for power~

Please let me know of any spelling or punctuation errors.

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“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” - Anaïs Nin

An army.

You literally have an entire fucking army standing directly behind you with your husband at your side fingers intertwined with your own, as you face down the people who were once your only family.

You didn't want this. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, but you had no choice.

It was either you or them.

At one point in time you would've - hell you had given up everything for them; granted you didn’t have had a choice back then - but now? Now it was a completely different story.

You finally had all the power.

You finally had a choice.

You were finally free.

But the price for your freedom is a steep one. It isn’t something that you can simply pay for with money or even jewels. Oh no this had to be paid with something far more valuable than that. Money was useless in the matter of your freedom - your life.

It was finally time to save yourself and live. And unfortunately for you to live, they had to die.

They have to pay the price.

Your parents for all intents and purposes had to die for you to live, and while you wished things were different, this was no Disney movie or fairy tail, this is your life and these were the cards you were dealt.

So it was finally time to make the most of what you had and do what needed to be done for yourself.

“So that’s it, huh? That’s why you did this? THIS IS WHY YOU BETRAYED YOUR FAMILY? FOR A FALSE SENSE OF PURPOSE AND WHAT? LOVE?!? YOU SELFISH LITTLE BITCH!”

Your father's voice booms in the open space and for a moment you can feel yourself take a step back in fear before his hand, his large warm hand squeezes yours in a show of support & comfort making you halt in your movements and look up at him despite the situation you found yourself in.

‘I got you.’

He doesn't have to say it outloud. His eyes say it all. They always have. He’s never been one for many words, just a lot of action whether in a show of aggression or comfort.

Looking into his eyes, you search them for what you need. You knew you were safe but still… Old habits die hard.

He looks back at you for a moment before giving you that smile. The one you've come to love so much. The one that makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

“They can't hurt you here. This isn't their territory, it’s ours - yours.”

This time he does speak out loud, voicing the words you need to hear; to reassure you that you are truly and utterly safe with him.

Ours.

‘You and me. No one else. They don't matter. Nothing matters but you and me and this moment. This is the moment we let go of our pasts and build towards our future.’

His words, his vows, float in your mind whispering into your soul and caressing your heart reminding you of the promises you made to each other that night under a blanket of stars and the glow of the moon.

That feeling - this feeling of utter love helps you to remember the things you swore you’d accomplish together to build towards the future you both wanted.

You never take your eyes off of him as you reply to your father and in correlation to your mother as well, who is as usual standing by his side with nothing but a sneer decorating her face.

“I didn't betray you, because I was never one of you. I was never a part of your family. If you've taught me anything it's that blood doesn't make you family and the only person you should care about in this life is yourself. I was nothing more than a pawn. You don't love me. You've never loved me. You proved that to me the night you sold me to that man … the man that hurt me, that broke me. When I needed you the most, you let me down. You turned your goddamn back on me for money and power. So now I’ll turn my back on you for my freedom and to see you fall victim to what I thought would kill me - helplessness.”

“You're weak y/n. So fucking weak. Even with my blood flowing through your veins you are still so goddamn weak! This isn't a fairy tale. Nothing in this world is free. Love and comfort? Ha, those things don't exist in this world of ours. This is the mafia. It's cutthroat. It's in your face and it's not for the faint of heart. What I did, I had to. Our livelihood depended on it. Now you’ve doomed us all. He will kill all of us because of your stupid mistake.”

“Not us. Just you.”

Your voice rings out loud and clear despite the mention of the man that your father sold you to. You want to throw up. You feel sick. But you wont show it, not now anyway.

You turn your eyes on your father as he looks around once before sweeping his eyes over your husband then yourself.

You’ve never seen this look he’s giving you but you don't need glasses to help you see his anxiety at your words.

Seeing that, seeing his fear at what was yet to come brings a strange feeling unto your body. You’ve never felt anything like this, but the way it makes you feel..

In all your years on this earth, you’ve never felt this. You’ve never been in control. Fear, anger, helplessness and plenty of sadness accompanied you throughout your life thus far. You’ve seen your father in many lights throughout those years but never like this. This was foreign to you but you welcomed the sight, the feeling. It intrigues yet frightens you in a twisted and maniacal way but you welcome it with wide open arms.

You now had all the power, and your parents? Well they have absolutely nothing and that makes you very very well, happy.

“I hope you didn't think I’d bring you here to try and save you or better yet stay by your side in these final hours as a “family” and cry about how sorry I am; about how weak I am. You thought I’d make that type of sacrifice for you when you’ve never done it for me?”

“You have to understand y/n everything we did, we did it for you. You might not see it but we did. We just wanted our family to be the most powerful, the strongest for your sake.”

“There you go. Always with the fucking excuses. Do you think I’m that fucking stupid, hmm? Do you think I’m really that weak to think that you two, the lowest pieces of shit I’ve ever met give a damn about me? You only care about yourselves! None of this was for me bu-”

“Y/N we are still your parents no matter what happens and you will respect that!”

Her voice, nausally and sharp rings out making you stop and just stare her down.

You just stare at her, really taking in her form and appearance truly for the first time and blanch. How could you have thought this creature loved you despite her harsh treatment and attitude towards you?

At one point you honestly believed that your mom cared about you; loved you. You wanted to believe so badly that she fought for you even though your brain and heart said otherwise. You wanted to believe despite her harsh actions towards you, you really did. But reality is a hard pill to swallow and looking at her now you can see the pure hatred she has for you ruining their chance at eternal wealth and power. You just cost them everything.

At one point in time you believed it was your duty to sacrifice yourself for the greater good; their wants because you had no choice and also that's what a “good daughter” would do. But then he, the man you truly loved with every inch of your being changed that. He showed you that despite what anyone said you were worth something. You were worth real love and deserved to live your life even if those around you said otherwise.

“Just because you birthed me doesn't mean shit, not anymore. Just because you two are my parents doesnt mean shit to me. Just because we share the same blood, doesn't mean I owe you anything. But I'll give you this. I’ll tell you why you're here.

I just wanted you to see me one last time before you die. I just wanted you to see that the little girl you tried to hold down and break wasn't so breakable after all. I'm far smarter than you ever gave me credit for and I just played you for the fucking fools you are. In the end only the strong survive and it looks like that isn't you.”

I’m thinking of giving some background on just how this scene shaped into what it is. If y'all would like the backstory then please let me know!

This was inspired by the prompt below. (Found on Pinterest — but credit to the original author)

“Do you feel any remorse for what you did to them? To me?”

Your voice was small and broken — your throat raw from screaming your heart out at the scene that had unfolded in front of you not even 15 minutes ago.

You didn't take your eyes off of the body in your arms. You didn't dare look up. You knew the bodies of your fathers men littered the space around you like scattered rose petals. You didn't want to witness the carnage that you had ultimately caused willingly or not.

While the scene was shocking -- having been caught off guard in a location you swore was secure and off the grid, the death, his death, their deaths wasn't.

You knew this would be the final result; like the others he was now gone because like them he had tried to protect you, save you.

First your brother.

Then your best friend.

Your mother and sister right after and now your father.

You didn’t bother looking up from your place on the floor. Your once white sundress was drenched in a red so vibrant it reminded you of a freshly plucked rose.

You simply held your fathers now lifeless body in your arms as you had the ones before him rocking back and forth trying to comfort him even though now it was more for yourself than him. He didn’t need the comfort.

Looking down at his body, seeing the man that had always protected and loved you, so strong now a lifeless corpse made a fresh wave of tears begin to leak out of your swollen eyes and slide down your swollen and blood-caked face.

Death is permanent. It’s not something that can be undone. It’s a part of life. Especially this life, your life.

“Remorse? I’m not sure why I would. You left me and I warned you there would be consequences if you ever did. I hope this helped you to understand just where I stand. You're mine. It’s as simple as that, baby girl. I hope I won't have to remind you of that fact ever again. Now get up so we can go home and get cleaned up. I’d like to have a meal and lay in bed with my wife.”

You wanted to spew venom at him.

You wanted to get up and claw his eyes out. Bite him. Slap him. Anything to get these feelings out. But your body was done. Your strength is gone. Your will to survive stripped. You had nothing left to live for.

No one left to call for a shoulder to cry on. You were alone. Your family is gone. Your only friend is gone. He had made sure there was no one left to stand in his way and stop him from taking you and breaking you.