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With a deep breath you started the engine and slowly peeled the car away from the water. Never once pressing down hard enough to encourage loud noises. You didn’t want to alert anyone you were here after all.

-

The house was eerily quiet. The hustle and bustle of the morning staff had not yet begun. A prospect you were grateful for. If there was a time when you didn’t have the energy to speak to people, now fit the bill perfectly.

Your keys found their place in the bowl next to the door. A third anniversary gift from Natasha after you repeatedly misplaced the item. She was good like that. Always trying to make you a better person, even with the small task of keeping you organised.

The journey you made through the house took you directly to the laundry room, where you removed your shoes and stripped off your dirty clothes. The quiet gives you a moment to clear your head once more. You really didn’t want any more blood on your hands. Especially after something so trivial. Especially when the cops had only just started to leave you alone.

Last night was a shit show. You would turn back time if you could.

“You didn’t come to bed last night”

A voice from behind you made your stomach lurch. It was instantly recognisable. Yet your heart was beating out of your chest exponentially. Another perk of the job. On edge and always ready to fight.

“I didn’t, you’re right” a tired response was all Natasha received once you calmed down slightly.

“So you come and drag me away from the club, punish me for running off, then you go MIA?”

“Natasha” you turn to face her. “I’ve had a long night and an even longer morning. Can we talk about this later?”

“Later when? After you apologise for being a hypocrite or after you explain why you’ve trapesed mud all over my floors”

“After I get out of the clothes I’ve been in for nearly 24 hours, and wash this shit off me. Can you wait that long?”

“You’ve been gone all night, what’s another couple of hours?”

And with that she turned on her heels and exited the room. Leaving you alone once more.

-

The hot water did nothing to quell the tightness in your chest. Anger still coursed through your body. From nothing in particular. It seemed your natural state was filled with anger these days.

Fuck, you were an idiot.

Once clean, and after what felt like an eternity being pelted by fat streaks of scalding water from above, you finally plucked up the courage to leave the bathroom and find your girlfriend.

To your surprise she was leaning against the door to your walk in closet, seemingly waiting for you to emerge with your tail between your legs. On a second glance you noticed she’d changed out of her negligee and opted for a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt. She looked soft and sweet and everything you didn’t deserve.

“You look nice” you complimented as you walked past her, entering the dressing room in search of some clean clothes.

“And you look tired”

“I am, but I’ve got the energy for you”

“Hmm, even the energy to apologise?”

“We’ll get there, but I have something important to tell you first”

Once you’d gotten dressed, mirroring her outfit, you walked over to her and pulled her fully into the bedroom. Guiding her to have her sit on your lap on the edge of the bed. She got comfortable without hesitation.

“It’s about last night” you started, but she just scoffed in your face.

“I’m not having you shout at me again, so if that’s what’s about to happen you can forget it”

She started to try and remove herself from your embrace, but your strong arms stopped her in her tracks.

“It's got something to do with that guy at the club. And before you start, this isn’t me tricking you into something. It’s serious”

“You killed him didn’t you?”

“He might be, what shall we call it. Permanently indisposed, yes”

“Jesus Christ what is wrong with you?”

She pushed off of your lap and this time you let her go. Instantly missing the closeness of her.

“In my defence, it was Steve, not me!”

“Oh so Steve just accidently killed him then did he?”

“Well yeah, that’s exactly what happened”

“You’re so full of shit”

“Nat. I’m telling the truth. It was a mistake. Steve’s laying low for a few weeks, just until we know the police won’t come asking questions”

“Don’t fucking lie to me” Her voice was loud. Pained. Like she didn’t want to say it. But she was at her wits end. You had promised her time and time again things would change. But a few months turns into a year turns into two. Each time you’d say you and her could get away from all of this, something else crops up and you’re back to square one. One more deal. One more thing to clean up.

It was an endless cycle.

“I do this shit for you! He got killed for you! Why can’t you see that?”

She stepped closer to you again. Just about eye level with you as she stood between your legs.

“I never asked for this life. You dragged me into your shit the second we fucked in that club all those years ago. You with your money and your power. You charmed me and I fell for you and now I’m hopelessly in love with a fucking criminal and-“

She was cut off by your lips crashing into hers. You didn’t know if the small whimper that escaped her mouth was one of frustration or lust. Either way, it didn’t deter her from reciprocating the force behind her kiss.

“You never did know when to shut up” you mumbled against her lips before grabbing the bottom one between your teeth and pulling slightly.

“Did your mama never teach you that interrupting is rude?” Even when she was turned on she didn’t waste a moment biting back at you.

“No” you answered as you flipped her over so she was laying beneath you. Red hair splayed out around her like a flame from a hearth bringing warmth to the cold halls of your heart. “But she did teach me how to treat people real special. So that’s what I’m going to do. Treat you special, would you like that?”

A nod was her response. A nod was all you needed. She wrapped her legs around you as you reached under her body, using your forearm to pull her up the bed. Once situated, her hand instantly found your hair and perfectly manicured nails scratched the skin at the bottoms of your skull. Causing you to take a sharp inhale of breath.

Your hands made their way up the inside of her t-shirt with fervent movements that mirrored the way your mouths moved together. Your fingertips brushed her skin as you trailed a path up her torso and towards the lace bra she was wearing. Even without looking at it you knew which one it was. The pale pink balconette bra that came paired with a matching thong, suspenders and garter straps. A Valentine’s Day gift you presented to her the year before. It made you wonder briefly whether she expected this.

When you reached them you found hard nipples taught against lace. So you pinched them. Hard. Having her hissing and writhing underneath you.

“If you don’t keep still, I’m going to have to restrain you”

“You’ll like that won’t you? Spanking and tying me up all in two days. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought you were a sadist”

The hands that were in your hair pulled at the strands once more. It was a challenge. How far could she go before she paid for her actions? Maybe you’ll let her get her hopes up. Let her push further than she expected to get then take matters into your own hands.

For now you let her have this. So you flicked at her nipples through the material a bit more, then ducked your head to suck on the spot just below her ear that drove her almost feral.

It was all hands and teeth then. Slender fingers removed themselves from your hair and worked to pull your shirt off of your body. Whilst you nipped at her skin and yanked the cups of her bra down, massaging the flesh of her breasts in your palms. There was a quick moment when you had to peel yourself away from the woman underneath you as your shirt blocked your vision and was slung to an unknown corner or the room.

It wasn’t often that you were stripped off first. Perhaps this was your subtle way of apologising for your actions. If she behaves, you’ll humour her. If she doesn’t? Well, that’s a whole different ball game.

“Take your sweats off”. She was hesitant to do as you asked, but once you cocked your brow letting her know you wouldn’t be asking again without consequences, her actions were swift.

She was a sight. Half naked before you. T-shirt raised exposing her breasts as the lace of her bra pushed up the flesh creating soft mounds just under her chin. It was a privilege to see her so mussed. The usual put together figure of Natasha long gone and replaced with a horny messy version of herself.

“Going to let me make it up to you? Let me show you how sorry I am?”

“I didn’t wear this bra for you to just apologise with words now did I?”

“I’d be careful with that mouth baby. Or I’ll find a better use for it”

Perhaps she was learning because her mouth instantly closed at your threats. Not that she was a stranger to having her mouth full. She always was a greedy girl.

“Right, I’m going to tell you the rules. You can’t cum until I say so. You can’t play with yourself unless I tell you to. You have to do as I say. If you don’t follow any of those, you’ll be punished. Got it?”

She nodded. It was simple enough. All she had to do was sit back and be pampered whilst keeping your rules firmly in the back of her mind. Easy in theory. However you knew she might struggle at the first contact of your mouth on her torso. Her hands flew straight to her hardened nipples and began pulling on them lustfully.

“Ah ah, no playing with yourself remember”

She removed her buds from her fingertips and instead decided to grapple at the sheets to quell the need to use her hands for other things.

Her skin was soft under your lips as you went back to trailing kisses down her body. It was one of the things you remembered the most about her after your first time sleeping together. How she felt like silk under your touch. Tongue licking over soft planes of skin, savouring the taste of her. You’d dreamt about her every night until you saw her again weeks later. And now you have her all to yourself.

Moments later you reached the top of her centre. Short hair prickly against your nose, mouth, chin as it started to grow back. Even from where you had stopped you could practically smell her. Her want for you. Her facade of stoicism crumbling around her at the mere act of her body responding to your touch.

As much as you would like to tease her. Make her beg for it. You had a constant desire to taste her. To lick her free of whatever juices her body released and savour it against your tastebuds. So you went lower. Lightly caressing her bundle of nerves with your tongue. Receiving a twitch and a low moan in response. Then even further still until her folds were for your taking.

She was addictive. Tangy, salty and sweet all at once. Nothing could compare and you were about to have your fill.

Greedily you attached your mouth to where you knew she wanted you. She moaned wantonly as you probed her insides with your tongue. You did too. The vibrations of it rumbling up her body.

“Fuck, just like that”. She was breathless already and you’d only just started.

Moving from her folds up to her ignored clit, you licked a stripe over the top of it. The hood of it moving back so the whole thing was exposed for you to do with as you pleased. You sucked it into your mouth without warning. Her whimpering evolved into a mewl and then almost a wail once you grazed it with your teeth.

You didn’t give it the full attention it deserved just yet. Give her just enough but not never more. Her legs shook at the lack of progression you were making with her.

“If you don’t fuck me properly, I swear to god I’ll- fuck”

She was cut off by you sucking hard and using your tongue to swirl around her bundle of nerves. Coating it in saliva. Lubricating her clit to creat as little resistance against it as possible.

Her hands clenched the sheets harder if that was even possible, and when you chanced a glance at her, her eyes were scrunched shut and her bottom lip was being held tightly between her teeth. A small indication that she was getting close.

“Don’t cum. Hold it for me baby”

“I can’t, I need to”

The movements you were administering against her core slowed down slightly. An agonising pace for someone who craved release. Yet you proceeded to bring her closer. Her hands found your head once more as she rutted her hips against you. And all of a sudden she was stiff. Clenched. Frozen. As she came into your mouth.

“What did I say, Natalia?” A reprimand muffled by the hold her legs had on your head.

“I know what you said. But you were taking so damn long and I was getting impatient” her chest heaved as she answered you. Her skin was already flushed pink and she was only one, premature, orgasm in.

You didn’t respond. You just sat up from between her legs and took off your own sweatpants. The act made Natasha uneasy. She was used to you getting your own back almost instantly. So when she was met with silence after her snarky comment, her heart beat increased again.

It made you chuckle slightly. The way she squirmed as she waited for you to do something. What would she do if you just stopped altogether. Drag you back or scold you for not finishing something you started? Perhaps you’d try that one day. But now wasn’t the time.

“Turn over. Hands and knees. Face the headboard” She had an idea what was about to happen when you leant over to your bedside table. The well known roll of the bottom drawer making the hairs in the back of her neck stand on end. “Turn the fuck over”

She was pushing her luck and she knew it. You had been relatively gentle with her thus far, yet if she proceeded to disobey you, that might not be the case.

Once again, she listened. Eventually rolling onto her stomach and using her arms to push herself into position. The cotton of her shirt brushed the middle of her back as she positioned herself just the way you liked as you ridded yourself of your remaining clothes.

“You look so pretty all spread open for me like that” it wasn’t a secret to either of you that you liked her like this. Pussy pink and ready for whatever strap you decided on. This round found a red eight incher attached to your now naked hips. It was Natasha’s current favourite.

You leant forward just a fraction finding the end of the toy pressing against your girlfriend's core. Her hips moved backwards to hopefully help aid the toy inside her, to no avail. You held her hips, hard enough to leave bruises and you reminded her, once again, to stay still.

After she finally keeps her body stationary long enough for you to deem appropriate, you push into her in one swift movement. It was unexpected. So much so that Natasha had to fly a hand out in front of her to stop her head smacking the headboard.

“Jesus Christ”

“He’s not going to help you now baby”

You didn’t even give her a chance to adjust before you started pounding into her. In and out at an agonising pace. She was wet. So wet that you were sure that if someone stood outside the door, they’d hear the squelching of her arousal through the wood.

Slap after slap. Thrust after thrust and in no time she was on the edge again. But this time you didn’t take any chances. You pulled out as soon as she started to quiver beneath you.

“Fuck you” she was seething. Never one for being denied anything. Let alone the peak of pleasure when it was in her grasp.

“I think you’re confused. I’m the one that’s fucking, not the other way around. Do you want more? Ask nicely and maybe I’ll let you have it”

“Please, give it to me, I’ll be good I swear”

Shuffling closer to her again, you grabbed the strap, sticky with her, and smacked in against her cheeks repeatedly.

“You better, or we both know what will happen if you don’t behave”

She twitched under each small connection with the still sensitive skin of her ass. Last night still ever present as she hissed slightly at the pain.

Swiping the tip against her then aligning yourself, another push forwards and you were inside of her again. Hitting that spot inside her that made her so weak you had to remove one hand from her hip wrap it around her front to keep her upright.

“Stay with me baby, we’re not finished yet”

She practically cried at the effort of having to use her own strength. So you changed tactics.

“Sit up, on your knees so your back is against my front”

“I can’t, you feel so fucking good, I can’t”

You growled at her response and decided to help her. You grabbed a handful of her sweaty hair, wrapping it around your hand and wrist and used that to pull her upwards. Her back arching as you did, giving you the perfect eye of the strap moving in and out of her. Another yank and she was flush against you.

“You belong to me, remember. Look at how you obey me. No one else can own you like I do. Look at what happened when someone tried to take what was mine. Dead at the bottom of the river. Tell me baby, whose are you?”

Your voice was a whisper in her ear as you rested your head against her shoulder. Each word brushing against her skin. You could feel her shiver in response.

“I’m yours. Always just for you. Please I’m so close”

“Do you deserve it? I’m not so sure. Will you be a good girl from now on?”

“I will, I can. Please just- fuck”

Her arms flew upwards and around your neck giving you the perfect opportunity to play with her nipples again. Torturous flicks against them with your index fingers. She always did have sensitive nipples and you loved how pliant she became whenever you touched them.

“Go on then. Cum for me Natalia”

She didn’t need to be asked twice for that one. As soon as you granted her permission, she let go with a moan loud enough to be heard in the foyer at the front of the house. It was nothing your staff hadn’t heard before. She had never been one to be quiet in bed.

Her body shook as her orgasm ripped through her. You let her fall forward and breathe heavily into the cushions. Slowly pulling out of her, you joined her once you’d removed the strap, sweaty skin feeling cool against the silk sheets.

“You didn’t go as hard on me as I thought you would”

“Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf”

“Or maybe you’re getting soft”

Could she be right? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. You’d do anything for her to keep her safe.

Even kill anyone who dares to lay another hand on her.

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Natasha had a tendency to push your buttons. Lighthearted jests that normally didn’t amount to much more than a stern look or a inconsequential scolding.

But this time, this time was different. She’d gone too far over the line, and it would take more than a lingering kiss on your lips to forgive her. An occurrence that wasn’t common at all, but an occurrence nonetheless.

-

“I don’t see how this is such a big deal”

“It’s a big deal because you disobeyed me again, Natalia”

“What have I told you about calling me that”

“It’s your name is it not? And I’ll call you what I want until you learn how to follow instructions”

“Jesus Christ, it was just a quick trip to the mall. Nothing happened. I’m fine, so just get over it”

“How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t go anywhere without security? Apparently more than you can count to because you ignore my requests time and time again and I’m sick to death of it”

“Have you ever thought about how you’re, I don’t know, literally suffocating me? I’m stuck in this house all day and the one time I want to leave I’ve got to have one of your stupid men follow me around. I feel like I'm living in a damn prison”

“I’m not paying these ‘stupid men’ for my own benefit. They’re there for your safety. A necessary precaution that warrants a little less attitude. Stop acting like a spoilt brat”

“I don’t need babysitters. I’m a fucking adult. If I want to go shopping, I’m going to go. And I don’t have time to wait for your pathetic henchman to get their heads out of your ass to escort me. Now if we’re done here, I’m going out”

“The fuck you are”

“Oh I am, I’m done with you and your stupid rules”

-

So that’s where you found yourself. Hiding in the dark corners of a disgusting nightclub, all because your girlfriend wasn’t able to comprehend the difference between being safe and feeling trapped.

Her idea of a thank you for your concern you ask? Grinding her ass against the first guy stupid enough to by her a drink and place his hands where they didn’t belong.

You’d had enough of her games when she turned around and captured his lips with hers. A passion filled sequence that should only be reserved for you was being wasted on a weasel no heavier than a thumbtack.

She’d by far toed the line. Now she was sprinting into territory even you didn’t know she’d escape from intact.

Downing the rest of your drink and smacking the glass on a table so hard it almost shattered in your hand, you walked with purpose through the crowd. Pushing and shoving at bodies relentlessly until you reached the person responsible for your foul mood.

“Get the fuck off of her” you growled at the man nipping at your girlfriends neck. “You’ve got five seconds to remove yourself before I do it for you. And I seriously doubt you want to be on the receiving end of whatever I decide”

He’d obviously not heard you over the music because he kept attached to her like she was his life support. But Natasha did. And the look on her face when she turned and spotted you was a priceless one.

“Oh what a surprise seeing you here, Natalia. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?”

She removed her arms from around his neck, finally getting his attention as she tried to push him away from her. His brows furrowed with confusion and then vexation as he spotted you lingering next to them out of the corner of his eye.

“Do you mind? We’re kind of busy here you asshole”

“Busy with who exactly? Because it looks to me like you’re sucking face with my girlfriend, and I want to let you know, I’m not a huge fan of sharing”

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you better leave us alone before I get security involved” his arms snake around Natasha’s waist once more, causing her to wince slightly in regret. Either for herself or whatever you had planned for him.

“Right. No that’s fine, but I’ve never seen an unconscious man scream for help before. Have you baby? Have you ever seen an unconscious man scream for help?”

She shook her head. Whatever hair wasn’t stuck to her sweaty forehead swayed with her movement.

“I didn’t think so”

Yanking the worm off of what was yours with a forceful pull, he didn’t have time to react before your knuckles made contact with his face. A crack loud enough to be heard over whatever techno rubbish the DJ was playing now.

Luckily for him you hadn’t worn your rings that night. So the only souvenirs he’ll have from this pleasant experience would be a broken nose and a deflated ego. Silver linings.

“Lovely. I’m glad we’re all well acquainted” you spoke down to his body, slumped on the floor in a heap that would likely get trampled on before your men gathered him up and took him to an abandoned warehouse somewhere to ‘have words’. “If you’d excuse us”

The soft flesh of Natasha’s upper arm was encased by the hand you just used to punch the lights out of her five minute lover. Her protests fell on deaf ears as you dragged her out of the club and into the cool night air. Pushing her straight into the car you had waiting for the two of you.

“You’re such a fucking stalker” her voice was sharp. It had an edge like cut glass. Used only when felt threatened.

“If it wasn’t for my stalking, who would’ve been there to save you the embarrassment of whoring herself out to whoever gave you the most attention? Think yourself lucky I only punched the guy”

“God, you’re a bitch, you know that right? A grade A piece of shit”

“Don’t start that shit with me, baby. You know I get turned on when you call me all those nasty names”

“Psycho”

“Well it looks like we’re the perfect match then, doesn’t it, sweetheart”

-

“Over the knee, Natalia” your voice was stern as you patted your knees gently to get the point across. You’d situated yourself on the living room couch as soon as you got home. All the intention of having her apologise for her actions before bed. But she wasn’t having any of it. Looks like you’ll have to force it out of her.

“You only have yourself to blame for what’s about to happen”. You eyed her standing form as you leant back against the soft material of the sofa. Arms coming up to spread out across the top of it, legs spreading as you stretched out. “Now get over here so I can teach you a lesson in manners”

She wasn’t stupid enough to ignore you a second time. Her heels clicked across the hardwood floor as she moved from looking at herself in the mirror above the fireplace, to between your legs.

No matter the circumstances, she always did look stunning. Even as her ruby hair was out of place and slightly frizzy from the thick air of the club, she made your heart race every time you laid your eyes on her.

“Where do you want me?”

“Over the knee” you repeated gruffly. Once confirmed, she did as she was told at last. Leaning down and settling herself so her front was over your left leg and her ass was angled upwards by your right.

Stroking your hand up the back of her bare legs, you pushed her dress over her ass once you reached the hem of it. It was a nice dress, you had to admit. An expensive black bodycon with a corseted chest, which you undoubtedly paid for. It accentuated her curves perfectly, but no matter how good she looked in it, she would always look better bare for you.

The round flesh of her behind was revealed to you finally. Only a thin red thong stood out against her milky white skin. Foreshadowing the colour she would more than likely turn out to be after you had finished with her.

A sharp clap filled the room suddenly as your hand made contact with her skin. It wasn’t hard enough to cause welts, but the slight sting on your palm told you she’d feel it in the morning.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen to me”. Another smack, and a small whimper from below you. “This is what happens when you act like a brat”. A third strike.

The stinging must have started to get to her because she started to wriggle against your legs.

You weren’t a monster. You pushed her to her limits but never further than she could handle. So you gave her reprieve by stopping at three.“Now do you understand the rules? Can you listen to me for a change?”

“I understand” her voice was uncharacteristically quiet and wet. A stark contrast to her dry snarky comment she usually supplied you with. It must’ve been the tears she shed at the pain.

“Good. Now go upstairs. I’m done looking at you”

She stood swiftly from her spot in your lap and stumbled wobbly towards the door. Opening the heavy wood with a weak yank and making sure it clicked shut behind her. Her heels once again echoing off of the walls.

A hand ran over your face in frustration. You loved that woman with the force of a thousand tidal waves. But she’d be the death of you if she kept running off like that. How many times does she need to be told it’s not a playground out there. She can’t just play with whoever she wants and think she’ll get away with it.

Concluding that you were now utterly exhausted with this whole ordeal, you stood up and decided it was time to follow your girlfriends footsteps and head to bed. But before you could even leave the room, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

With a loud sigh and a patience that was wearing thin, you answered the phone with a snap down the receiver.

“What do you want, Barnes? It’s late and I’m tired so spit it out”

“The guy from the club, We need help with the clean up”

“Fucks sake. What did I tell Steve about going too fucking hard? Jesus, fine. Meet me at the east bank of the river in fifteen. And make sure you weigh him down properly this time. We don’t want the cops sniffing around again”

You’d hung up before he even had a chance to respond. First Natasha and now your men had decided to ruin your night. Maybe your girlfriend was right, maybe they were stupid.

Either way, it didn’t look like you’d be getting to bed anytime soon.

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You actually liked when they whimpered. It reminded you why you were doing this.

*thwack*

The man before you stumbled backwards at the hit, his face already bruised and his nose evidently broken.

“I didn’t mean to! I was drunk! I won’t do it again” he sobbed

“Debbie?” you asked the woman watching from behind you. She hummed in reply. “Do you believe him?”

“He’s done it to all his exes too, it’s not just me”

You shrugged and swivelled back to the mess of a man, “do you think I’m being harsh?”

He nodded and you kicked him in the face. “Well everybody here-” you indicated at the other 8 people watching the show, “I promised I would have their backs, as they would have mine. So if they have a problem, like Debbie has with you, I’ll sort it for them.”

You motioned for the others to come forward, letting them continue the beating. Carefully, you folded your sleeves back down, checking that no blood had gotten on your white shirt, and pulled your blazer back on. Ideally, you wouldn’t be wearing your bar outfit while doing this, but he’d had to be dealt with immediately.

You stood beside Debbie, resting a hand on her shoulder as you met her eye, “you’re ok?”

She nodded, “I thought he was an alright guy, so when it happened... it just came out of nowhere”

“You know to keep coming to me if any other boyfriends are like this though, right? Although I hope to god they won’t be.”

“You know I will”

“We don’t even have to kill them if you ask, though it might be hard to hold back. Could just do a warning kidnap or something” you rambled, “oh also, you can have paid time off for the next couple of weeks if you want. Maybe take a holiday and forget about him? This is a hard thing to go through.

The two of you were staring at her ex’s lifeless body now, as you wiped the blood from your knuckles and boots.

“Alexei, can you clean it up again please?” you sighed, and he nodded, moving to hide the corpse wherever he saw fit. You trusted him to do it without detection. 

“I think I’ll keep working, thank you for the offer though Boss” Debbie decided, drawing your attention back to her. You raised your eyebrows but nodded,

“good work ethic, I can’t argue. Change your mind and I’ll still give you that time off though, ok?” you grinned, walking backwards before turning and unlocking the door to the staff room of the bar.  

“Dealt with?” Andy whispered, you nodded. “Good. Because it’s a busy night, we need more bar staff”

“I’ll take it, most of the others will be back in a few minutes”

He nodded, not needing prompting to check you over, making sure your outfit was clean and it didn’t look like you’d just beaten a man half to death. You know, usual co-worker things. “You’re good” he confirmed,

“Thanks Andy”. With that, you pushed through the doors and found yourself behind the bar. A quick scan of the room and you saw that all of the tables were occupied, mostly by regulars. You smiled at the ones you recognised at the bar, greeting them quickly before taking their drinks orders.

With your help, the crowd at the bar began to go down, drinks flowing freely and a few meals being sent around the room. It was at this point, when your bar was only really half full, that your favourite, and probably riskiest, regulars walked in.

They’d first come in almost two years ago. Obviously you had recognised hem, the six Avengers, world renowned heroes and saviours of New York City. Given the occupation you were involved in, you had been overcome with nerves when they walked in. Which you played off as admiration for their work, offering them a free drink, as if you were just some regular server and not the boss of a criminal smuggling business.

Apparently appreciating the gesture, they soon began to frequent the bar. After the first time you learnt to control your nerves, and they appreciated the normality you brought as you served them. If only they knew.

Either way, you clearly went too far with your friendliness towards them in your establishment. Stark had given you his number (a personal hotline to him in case you were attacked), Natasha had invited you to the tower for self-defence training, (because you couldn’t just rely on Tony) and you’d had to pretend you were a novice. The others had just invited you to meet at various times for a bit of friendly company

So yeah, you may have gone a bit too far, but you, a crime boss, now considered the world’s mightiest heroes as some of your best friends.

Keep your enemies close and all that, right?

They’d grown over the years, and now 7 of them walked in. Thor and Bruce had apparently disappeared, but they made up for it by adding new members; Rhodey, Sam, and Wanda. So that was the bunch you greeted that night.

“Look who it is, my favourite group!” you grinned, “usual drinks?”. They all nodded, greeting you in return as you whipped up the same drinks you always served them.

“How’s it going tonight?” Steve asked,

“Oh, you know, it’s been pretty busy. Lot of people, but not many servers tonight”

“Well serve yourself a drink on me” Tony offered and you laughed,

“Maybe when my shift is done”

“Anyways, not much interesting on my side, but how about you guys? There’s always some exciting story” you probed and the group laughed.

“Clint got a little bit drunk at Stark’s party last Saturday” Natasha smirked,

“Hey! It was only because Nat decided to put shots of vodka in my beer”

“Oh, do you not like that? I guess I should give you a new one of those then” you joked, pointing at the beer you’d served him earlier, getting you a high five from Tony.

“Very funny” Clint grumbled

“You’re right, it was” Natasha nodded, “anyway, I’ve got a long mission starting in a couple of days, so I need the fun when I can get it”

You raised an eyebrow, “what’s the mission?”

“that’s classified sweetheart” she said, pursing her lips in an apologetic smile. Patting your cheek too for good measure.

“Worth asking” you grinned back, sliding over another shot of vodka, “enjoy the night then”

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Your bar was a lot bigger than it seemed. There was the side that faced the street (the actual bar that customers came into), which had doors leading to toilers, the staff room, and the kitchen. But there was a section between your bar and the office block behind it that shouldn’t exist. That was where you operated.

There was only one other way into the building, and that was a warehouse 5 blocks away that had been linked to the basement. It was also where you kept the ‘stock’ of the business. 

You had a talent, some weird genetic mutation at birth, that allowed you to become invisible at will, and you used it well. Sneaking into well guarded museums with ease and returning with whatever you thought would sell for the most. Usually the stock would be gone and on its way to the highest bidder by the time officials even noticed it was missing. It did mean your business was growing quickly in notoriety, and there was another New York group which wasn’t happy about that.

Night after night they sent in spies, either aiming for information or for your death. You weren’t sure, they’d all been caught before they became a threat.

Now here you were, pummelling the absolute shit out of the latest one while Alexei went through the set questions. Physically, he was more intimidating than you, and the arrangement worked well. To anyone not in the know, he was the obvious boss, and you were just a lackey.

“What did you come for?”

“I’m saying nothing”

A fist to his face. The spy, true to his word, simply glared at you, so you took it further. Pulling a knife out, you ran it along his skin, watching him squirm as it went deeper. He was clearly a new recruit, and you could tell he’d give with just a little bit more pressure.

“We can get the electrics out if you’d prefer?” Alexei offered, “or are you more of a fan of waterboarding? whips? we have a great one here”, he grabbed a long rope whip from the table, shards of glass threaded through it. He handed it to you, one lash was all it took to get answers.

“They asked me to kill you” he whimpered, eyes on Alexei, “hoped that taking down the boss would take down the organisation. They they could take the stolen items.”

He’d switched to saying ‘they’ you noted, not involving himself in the organisation. Coward.

“And how did you plan on doing that?” Alexei continued, undeterred, “you’re unarmed”

“Gather information, report back. They’re planning a full attack tomorrow night”

A snitch and a traitor; still, worked in your favour. Alexei sent you a look, silently asking if you needed more. So you stepped up, “If you still think he’s the boss then you’ve done a pretty bad job” you concluded, raising your gun and shooting the spy in the head.

“Do you want to step down?” you asked Alexei immediately afterwards, "being the fake boss seems to have put a target on your head”

“We always knew that would be the case, it’s what I signed up for” he nodded, “besides, it’s better for you to take out the threat from the side-lines rather than as the target”

“As long as you’re ok with it”

“I am”

You gave him a curt nod, “alright, I guess clean up is needed”

“On it Boss”

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Your business ran on many levels, there was the top crew, the ones who were practically family, that made up a dozen members. Each one of them had their own team of hired help; those members of course had to go through rigorous checks, but they were still kept in the dark, they didn’t even know Alexei wasn’t the true boss.

The next day you were in your office, surrounded by the most trusted, briefing them on how to prepare for the potential onslaught that night. “Anyone suspicious and you bring them to me, ok?” they nodded, but there were still questions.

Alexei stepped forward with the most important one, “are we shutting the bar?”. You grimaced, the question was most of what you’d been thinking about since you got the advanced warning.

“Keeping it open puts the staff and customers at risk. But if we shut it they might suspect something is up, maybe plan to attack another night, and we’d lose our only lead on them” you explained. “So we have to stay open”

“Anyone volunteering?” you asked with a sigh, “we’ll run a skeleton crew”. You smiled when four of them accepted, showing no hesitation. “I’ll pay you a bonus for the risk” you promised, waving them off to get ready; hopefully four would be enough.

“Alexei and I will be here, keeping an eye on cameras. So make sure your radios are on. The rest of you take your groups and tell them the plan, patrol the building, make sure there’s guards on all the doors” you instructed the remaining members, waiting for verbal agreements before you shooed them away to prepare. As soon as they were gone, you stood and switched places with Alexei. He was given the seat, while you stood watch from behind, the two of you monitoring the wall of security cameras for every door and hallway in the building.

6PM: “Boss, we’ve got someone, claims she’s a new recruit but I don’t recognise her”. You gave the signal to bring her up, and Alexei gave the order.

You took a more guarded stance behind Alexei’s chair, watching the figure be escorted up the floors by Ralph and a few members of his team. A bag covered the infiltrator’s head, restricting how much of the building’s layout they could learn about, although not much could be done to hide the route to the office.

It wasn’t long until Ralph and his team brought the person in, removing the bag on Alexei’s command.

“oh fuck” you muttered. You certainly recognised the figure, as did Alexei from the way he tensed. She was blonde now, but it was undoubtedly her. And when her eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light and locked onto yours, it was clear she recognised you too.

Alexei quickly motioned for the other to exit, leaving just you two, Ralph... and Natasha Romanoff. 

This made matters more complicated.