“Please help me find that video. I wanna know what kind of shit Rachel did with that guy. Please,” you poke Jensen’s thigh. “You know, I could ask Ran to pay you more money. Maybe he’ll even buy you a nice new computer. You know. The one you were talking about.”

Jensen swallows thickly. He would die to get his hands on the brand-new model no one should know about. “You think he can get me one?” he licks his lips.

“He will do anything to make me happy. If I tell him I want one for my favorite tech nerd, he’ll buy it for me.”

“Hmm…no. They will kill me if I show you the video. It’s kinky and sick shit, sweetie. I don’t think you want to watch it,” Jensen tries to resist your pout and puppy dog look. “Don’t give me those eyes.”

“Please, Jensy. You are my favorite tech guy,” you whine as Jensen fights your influence. “You know, I do kinky shit all the time with my men. We are the masters of kinky shit.”

“Y/N believe me this is the kind of sick shit that you’ll never forget about,” crossing your arms over your chest, you huff.

“Try me, Jensen. I bet you can’t shock me. I saw and did things you never even heard about,” you challenge. “Please. I’m bored. They won’t let me leave the house and I got nothing to do while they are hunting Hansen and Rachel down.”

“I can’t help you. If Ransom doesn’t kill me, Ari will. He’s like a feral animal when it comes to you,” Jake shakes his head as you beg him to help you again. “I like my body with my head on top of it.”

“Aw, Jensen,” you smirk darkly. “Ari won’t rip your head off, darling. He will cut your cock off. I bet you will miss your dick even more.”

“D-id you just threaten my dick?” he gasps. “Please don’t be like that. I always helped you with your phone and all.”

“I really wanna see that video.”

“Holy fuck,” your eyes grow wide. You giggle as Jake tries not to look at the monitor. “why don’t you have a look too.”

“Nah, that’s not my kind of shit. She’s hot, though. But that,” he points at the laptop on your lap, “is sick, and gross…and…it should be illegal.”

“He looks kinda cute wearing diapers,” you grin as Jake shudders. He refuses to look at the monitor and scrunches up his nose. “Uh-oh, she ripped the diapers off his ass. Damn, she just called him her good boy.”

“Can we stop watching this stuff?”

“I wanna know what happens,” he huffs as you pump up the volume. “Dude, what is she doing? Wait-she shoves something up his ass.”

“I know. It’s ginger.”

Jakes scrunches up his nose.

You watch the video with curiosity and amusement.

“That’s lame. I got no clue why you all made such a secret out of this video. He wears a diaper and calls her mommy. I did much hotter things with my men.”

“If it bores you, we can stop watching the video. Let’s just watch something else. You like those cat videos, right?” Jake tries. “Please.”

“No. I need to see all of it,” you hum as Rachel gets lube out. “Holy fuck, she just poured half of the bottle over her hand…” leaning closer you stare at the monitor. “Oh—I get it now.”

Your mouth falls open. “That’s just gross, Y/N.”

“Dude, she shoves her fist up his ass.”

You snort.

Jake retches.

“Still gross.”

“I mean, none of my men would let me do this to them, but it’s kinda,” you hum to yourself. “Nah, I don’t want to put my fist up anyone’s ass. Not my kind of kink.”

“Thank fuck,” Ransom suddenly stands next to you. Sometimes you believe he’s more cat than man. “Y/N, didn’t I tell you to not watch the video.”

“I’m not some child, Ran,” slamming the laptop shut you huff. “That’s not even the kinkiest porn I ever watched.”

“Jensen, we told you to not show the video to Y/N, didn’t we,” Andy steps inside the room. He’s not in the mood to discuss Lloyd Hansen’s preferences in the bedroom. That’s for sure.

“I threatened him. It’s not Jensen’s fault.”

“We said that you shall not watch the video, Y/N,” Ari lifts your chin with his index finger. “You do as we say if it comes to business and Lloyd Hansen.”

“I wanna watch the rest of the video,” you push Ari’s hand away. “If you believe you are forgiven, you are delusional. Stop acting like I’m a fragile doll. You never had a problem with dragging me into your life.”

“Darling, we do so to protect you,” Andy softly says. “Our world is a dark one. Bloody and dangerous. We only try to keep you out of this part of our lives.”

“I want to know everything about your lives, Andy. I’m part of it, an important part. Please don’t shut me out again,” you look up at Andy. “Please don’t do this to me. What happened at that boutique happened because you didn’t tell me the truth.”

“Kitten, we will keep a few things to ourselves. But all of us will try to be honest with you from now on,” Ransom takes the laptop to put it away.

“And no more watching other guys getting their ass fisted. That’s a hard limit,” Ari tuts.

“Aw, but he looked so cute getting his ass destroyed by your favorite girl,” batting your eyelashes you grin at Ari. “Maybe you let me ruin yours too.”

“Hard limit.”

You chuckle at Ari’s pained expression.

“Fine. If you promise to not hide things from me, I’ll not watch Lloyd get fucked again. Pinky promise,” you coo. “I’m going to be your good girl.”

“How can you not know how to get inside the mansion, Rachel?” frustrated Lloyd kicks a chair out of his way. “I need to get my hands on their kitten. You promised to help me, Rachel!”

“For fuck’s sake, stop bugging me, Lloyd. I promised to help you, and I did. You messed shit up as you wanted to scare little miss sunshine first,” Rachel talks back. “I gave you a time window and you fucked it up. I couldn’t stop Tucker from calling her lovers.”

“I paid you well, Rachel. I expect you to do your job,” Lloyd growls. He didn’t get the chance to get a taste of you, and it makes him furious. “No more money until you handed her over.”

“Hand her over,” she chuckles humorously. “You are out of your mind, Hansen. They will kill me if I try to bring her out of the house. It’s a fucking fortress since you tried to kidnap her.”

“You’ll find a way. I’m sure of it.”

Lloyd slides his index finger over his mustache, smirking darkly. He can’t wait to get you alone…

>> Part 8

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“Y/N, I would never harm you or our baby,” he presses his forehead against your door, sighing deeply. “Please open the door. I know you have an ultrasound today. Can I come with you this time?”

“No.”

“Baby doll, I’m sorry for the shit with the cops. I never wanted to scare you. Y/N?” Bucky hopes you will change your mind and open the door. “I’m used to doing anything to get what I want. Maybe you can show me how to be a better man.”

“Buck, you should give her time and space,” Steve tries to get his friend away from your door. “Y/N is still hurt and maybe, even scared. Let’s get you home. Leave the girl alone for a while.”

“I can’t leave her alone, Steve. She’s the woman I love,” Bucky knocks again. “Please open the door Y/N. Let me know if you and the baby are alright.”

“Can you just stop yelling?” your neighbor opens the door to yell at Bucky. “It’s not even noon and you are getting on my nerves again. Just give up. Sometimes a girl is not into you.”

“Who asked you?” twirling around Bucky glares at your neighbor. “In there is my girl, pregnant with my baby. I don’t fucking care if I get on your nerves or not. Get inside your apartment and leave me and my girl alone.”

“Bucky, you need to calm down,” Steve wraps his hand around his friend’s wrist to keep the mobster from getting his hidden gun out. “He’s only a nosy neighbor.” Steve hisses. “If you want to win Y/N over, don’t kill random people living next door.”

“Fine, fine,” the mobster relaxes. He takes a deep breath, but not without giving your neighbor a dirty look. “Some people should not stick their noses into other people’s business.”

“We should go now. Let’s come back on another day, Buck.”

“Y/N has her next ultrasound today. I can miss it, Steve,” Bucky desperately tries to make his friend see he cannot leave today. He just can’t. “She must let me go with her.”

“She must do shit, Bucky. You messed things up with Y/N by not calling things up with the other girls,” Steve muses. He doesn’t like to be the person telling his friend to back down, but it’s no use. Steve knows that pressuring you into something you don’t want, won’t do his friend any good. “Come with me. Now.”

“Miss Y/L/N,” your doctor asks. She looks you up and down, swallowing thickly as you wait for her to do the ultrasound. “How are we? Will the father join us today too?”

“What? I think he won’t make it today,” frowning at her question you try to not read too much into it. Somehow, you’ve got the feeling she’s not the quirky woman she usually is. The first thing coming to your mind is that Bucky threatened her too. 

“Oh, I didn’t want to sound nosy. You mentioned the father during your last ultrasound, and I wondered if he wants to come with you today,” she hastily explains. “Do we want to start then?”

“I-“ while your doctor stares at her phone, instead of starting the ultrasound, you try to calm your nerves. You’ve got no clue if you are imagining things, or if she just texted someone about you. “I need to call the father. Maybe he can make it.”

“I thought he won’t make it,” she looks at her phone, reading a text message. “While you make your call, I will call another patient for a new appointment. Would you please excuse me?”

“Sure,” you watch her leave the room. There is something in her eyes telling you she’s scared. Your stomach is in knots, and you can barely tame your anger.

You won't wait for Bucky to drop by. No, you will call him right now and give him hell. 

While you get your phone out to call Bucky, you imagine slapping his face hard for threatening yet another person in your life. “Bucky Barnes, how dare you threaten my gynecologist. I know you forced her to tell you when I’m at the practice. Shame on you.”

“Doll, hey…why did you call me?” Steve is halfway out of his door as you keep on yelling on the phone. “Y/N listen to me. It’s me, Steve. Where are you? Do you need help?”

“What?” the knot in your stomach tightens and you wonder if you can ask Steve to come around. He’s Bucky’s best friend, not yours. “Oh, I dialed the wrong number. I wanted to set Bucky straight. I think he threatened my gynecologist.”

“I told him to leave you alone, I swear,” while you hold your breath, Steve starts the engine of his car. “Are you still at the practice? I’m coming and pick you up.”

“Why?” 

“Because…” there is a long pause on the other end of the line, “I saw you first…”

“Miss Y/L/N are we ready for the ultrasound,” you watch your doctor and Bucky walk inside the room. So, it is true. He threatened your doctor to make sure he can come here and force his way back into your life. At least for today. “I met your boyfriend outside and he had hoped to join us for the ultrasound.”

“Of course, he does,” crossing your arms over your chest you glare at Bucky. “I told you to me alone for a while and let me think about everything happening, and you come here. After you threatened my doctor. Unannounced. Unwanted. Stop playing your stupid games.”

“Doll, let me know if you are ready to act like an adult. I love you and want to do the right thing,” Bucky shrugs, and it makes you even angrier. He lazily strolls toward you, an amused smirk on his lips. “We can marry and raise our child together. Being a single parent won’t suit you.”

“How do you wanna know? I can take good care of myself and my baby,” placing your hand on your belly you step away from Bucky. “I should’ve known that you will try to force me to come back. There I was thinking about giving you the chance to raise our child with me.”

“We still can,” he gets something out of his pocket, revealing a ring with the biggest diamond you have ever seen. “You can be my everyday girl.”

“For how long?” you chuckle humorously. “You get bored easily, Bucky. And I’m just done with your shit.”

“DOLL!” Bucky twirls around as Steve and Sam storm into the room, guns aimed at Bucky. “Y/N, come over here. Don’t be scared.” While Sam aims his gun at Bucky’s head, Steve holds out his hand for you. “Please let me get you out of here.”

“Steve?” Bucky gasps. Not in his wildest dreams did imagine his friend would ever betray him. “What are you doing?”

“I told you to leave her alone, Bucky. Did you forget you stole her from me back then?” you look between Steve and Bucky. “I saw her first at the library. She was talking to one of her students. You forced me to take care of business after I told you I like her. A week later, you made her your Friday.”

“What?” you slowly make your way toward Steve, and away from Bucky. All you want is to leave this place and never see the mobster again. “You were there too?”

“Yeah-kinda,” Steve awkwardly admits. “We should go now. I promise to make sure Buck leaves you alone.”

“You will come with me,” Bucky yells in your direction. “Y/N, don’t you dare to take another step toward the traitor.”

“I won’t go anywhere with you, Barnes,” you shake your head. “We are done here. I’m done Bucky.”

“Buck, leave her alone,” Steve secures his gun and puts it back into his hidden holster. He takes your hand, nodding as you trust Bucky’s best friend more than the man you used to be head over heels for. “You had your chance to get happy with Y/N. It was you fucking things up.”

“Do you honestly believe I will let you just walk out of the room with my girl and baby,” the brunette huffs as Sam unlocks his gun. “What is it gonna be, Wilson? Me or Rogers. But remember, I pay better and kill anyone who stands in my way.”

“I don’t have to choose, Barnes,” Sam chuckles. “I chose Steve a long time ago. The money you offered was not bad, but friendship and family are more important to me. If you want to leave this room alive, let Steve and the girl go.”

“She’s mine!” Bucky takes a step toward you, making you flinch.

“Maybe you should look for someone else,” you let Steve guide you out of the room as Sam keeps Bucky from following you. “I heard your favorite girl is back in town. Maybe she’s willing to take you back. Natasha always was…you know her…”

“Steve where are we?” you look around the room, frowning as he doesn’t answer you. “What are we going to do now? Bucky won’t leave me alone. Maybe he’ll even kill you.”

“Don’t worry about a thing, doll,” Steve wraps a blanket around your trembling form. “He will forget about you the moment Natasha makes a move.”

“Oh-I…”

“Fuck, Y/N. I didn’t mean it that way,” he hastily says. “I just wanted to make you see, that Bucky will not dare to lay a finger on you. From now on, you are under my protection.” 

“Why?”

“You know why,” Steve drops his gaze to look at his hands. “I envied Bucky. He had the chance to make you happy and messed up. I only try to fix the mess he made and help you. You are going to be a great single mom.”

“Single mom,” nodding you glance at Steve. He’s nervously shifting in his seat, not daring to look at you. “Damn, when I thought about having a baby, I always imagined my child will have a dad too. It’s not that I don’t feel strong enough to be a single mom but…”

“It would be nice having someone around to share all the precious moments,” the blonde whispers. “You see… Maybe you should look for a man making sure you are the only woman he sees.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but there is no one in my life giving me the feeling Bucky gave me during the first weeks of our relationship. I thought he loves me only to break my heart. He’s not the man I believed he is. No man is. They are all the same.”

“Probably,” Steve swallows thickly. He knows it’s not the best time for him to tell you how he feels about you. “But don’t give up hope, Y/N. Maybe that man is waiting for you somewhere.”

“I didn’t get my ultrasound. Bucky fucked this up for me too,” you huff, shaking your head. “I wanted to see my baby.”

“You will see your baby, doll,” he jumps up to make a few calls. “Rogers here. I need a mobile ultrasound device and a doctor. Pay them whatever they want. I want them here in an hour.”

“It’s alright, Y/N. You can trust the doctor. She helped Sam’s sister with all of her pregnancies,” Steve encourages you to step inside the room. “I’ll be waiting outside, and you can take your time.”

“Uh-I,” biting the inside of your cheek you look up at Steve. “Could you come with me? I don’t want to be alone with someone I don’t know. I trusted my gynecologist and she rat me out.”

“Of course, doll,” he softly says. Steve wraps one arm around your shoulders. “I’ll stay with you.”

“There is your baby,” your doctor smiles as you look at the monitor, sniffling silently. “Aw, I know. It’s a little overwhelming watching your baby grow.”

“Can l have a look too?” Steve steps a little closer to look at the monitor. “Do you already know the gender?” He places one on your shoulder. “Wait, it’s too early, right?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Can you believe this cute little bean is a part of Bucky? I hate him so much. He doesn’t deserve to have anything good in his life. That bastard.”

“If you let me, I’ll make sure he stays away from you and your child. I promise you can live your life the way you want to and none of us will ever bug you.”

“Home sweet home, huh?” Sam watches Steve and the others check your apartment. They walk from room to room, making sure no one is hiding inside your home. Especially not Bucky. “Do you already have an idea for the nursery?”

“I wanted to use neutral colors and my mom still got my cradle,” you follow Sam inside your apartment. “Why is he helping me? I thought Bucky is his best friend.”

“They are friends since childhood,” Sam explains. “It always has been Steve and Bucky. But since the day Bucky asked you out, their friendship changed. Steve distanced himself from Bucky.”

“I didn’t even know Steve was there that day too,” you sniffle. “Maybe I should’ve never agreed to go out with Bucky. It was the stupidest decision I have ever made.”

“All done,” Steve clears his throat. “It seems Bucky didn’t come around. I will leave three men here to make sure it stays that way. Tomorrow, I’ll talk to him again.”

“Steve, thank you,” you squeeze his arm as you walk inside your apartment. “If you want to, we could share the food I ordered.”

“I’d like that.”

Sam smirks as Steve follows you inside of your home. “Go and get the girl, Steve,” he mumbles under his breath. “I’ll have a serious conversation with Bucky in the meantime…”

He’s wearing an expensive suit, looking like it was custom made. Everything about the man giving you a cocky grin screams rich and spoiled douche. Everything but his soft eyes as he watches your shoulder sag.

“Nah, I don’t like it, sweetheart,” you cringe at the too-sweet pet name. Especially as he looks you up and down, humming before turning his attention back toward the ties. “I need the perfect tie to tie my girl to the bedpost.” 

“I don’t know what else to show you. These are the newest models. We got some others in the back. My boss wants to put them on sale next week.”

“Hmm…” he nods thoughtfully. “How about you tell me which one you like? What do you think would suit me best, sweetheart?” again, that pet name. You shrug it off, hoping he’ll decide on a tie soon so you can finally close the store and head home.

“I’m afraid that—” you glance at the ties on the checkout, deciding to just blindly choose a tie to get the man out of the store. “Okay, let’s see.” You look him deep in the eyes, nodding as you remember there was an emerald tie with a simple design. “This one.” You pick the tie up to hold it in front of his face. “It matches your eyes, Sir.”

“Good choice,” he smirks as you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Now I only need like ten more.”

“Ten?” you choke out. It’s long past closing time and now, you will need much longer to get home. A grocery run is still waiting for you, and then you need to walk back home. “I’ll find them—oh no! What?”

The man twirls around as two masked men storm into the boutique, one of them aiming a gun at your customer. “Believe me, boy. You don’t want to do this,” your legs are about to give in, and you tremble in fear while your customer chuckles. “Do you have the slightest idea who I am?”

“No, and I don’t fucking care, asshat,” one of the men grunts. “Crash, bring the girl and that douche to the back, lock them in the office while I take care of the cashier.”

“We shouldn’t forget the safe,” the other man replies, wildly gesturing toward the door leading to the office in the back. “We want all the money. If you are a good girl, nothing will happen to you. If not…well you will see.”

Crash steps closer to your customer and presses his shotgun into the man’s chest in a silent threat. “Turn around and follow the girl to the back. If you don’t act out, you’ll survive the night and can buy more fancy clothes.”

“Fancy, huh?” the man drops his eyes to the shotgun, analyzing his situation, debating to risk fighting for the shotgun or not. Then he remembers you are still with him and decides to just wait for a better chance.

He slowly turns around and places one hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t let them harm you.”

“Says you,” you sniff as the robber barks orders at you and your customer. “They have guns. One of them has fucking shotgun. Damn it. I don’t want to die for my boss’s money.”

“Stop talking!” the man yells and you flinch. You walk a little faster, aware that the men could easily kill you and your customer. “Open the office and the safe for me.”

Your fingers tremble as you fish the keys to the office out of your pocket. You know your boss will try to blame you for not closing the boutique on time. “Fuck, please open up,” you struggle to find the right key. “Shit.”

“Why do you need so long, bitch?” your customer grunts at the man’s comment. “Hurry or you’ll not leave this place ever again.”

“Give me the keys,” gently touching your hand your customer nods at you. He’s giving you a curt nod before taking the keys out of your hands to unlock the office. “There you go.”

“Get in and open the safe!” stumbling into the room you try to remember where the safe is. On your first day at work, your boss told you about the safe, but that’s that. You didn't pay much attention to it as she made clear you must stay away from her office and the safe.

“I don't know how! I’m only selling clothes here,” you cry as the man points the shotgun at you now. “She never told me how to open it.”

“Stop lying, bitch,” the man backhands you, making you cry out in pain. Blood seeps out of the cut at your cheek and drops onto your blouse. “Open the fucking safe.”

“She came and got the money an hour ago. My boss wanted to bring it to the bank. There is nothing inside but papers, I think,” you stumble backward as the man wields the shotgun in front of your face. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I suggest you take the cash from the register and run for your life,” your lips quiver as your customer takes two steps toward you and brings you behind his back with one swift motion. “Or maybe call her boss, and tell her you keep one of her employees hostage.”

“I’ll call that boss and get my money,” the man storms out of the room, slams the door shut, and locks you and your customer inside the room.

“No—no,” you are full-bloom panicking now. “They will kill us now! Bela will never pay them shit for me. She doesn’t even like me.”

“Sweetheart,” he turns around to check on your face. “I promised to keep you safe and I will keep that promise. I want you to listen to me now.”

“I don’t even know your name,” it’s the stupidest thing to ask the man now but you want to know the man who will die next to you tonight. “Mine is Y/N.”

“I know,” he points at your nametag, chuckling again. “I’m Dean Winchester, Y/N. Now I will check on your face and then, I’ll find a way to get us out of here, okay.”

“Okay,” Dean gets a handkerchief out of his  pocket to press the fabric to your bleeding wound. “I should’ve killed him right there.”

“He’s got a shotgun, Dean,” you start to cry again. “Fuck, I don’t want to end dead. I wanted to do so many things.”

“You’ll do all those things,” he softly speaks, hand running over your hair. “Y/N, I want you to hide under the desk and not to come out until I tell you so. Can you do this for me, sweetheart?”

“I’m scared, Dean,” outside the room you can hear the men yell at each other. “Please, I don’t want to die without doing all the things on my bucket list.”

“What’s first on your bucket list, Y/N,” Dean asks. “Just tell me. Maybe we can make sure you cross it off your list after tonight.”

“It’s…uh…you know,” your drop your gaze, giggling as this is the wrong time to think about number one on your bucket list. “Kiss a stranger.”

“We will see what we can do about that one later. Now, quick hide behind the desk,” you do as Dean told. He nods, smiling softly while getting his phone out of his jacket pocket. Why didn’t you think about calling for help?

“Damn, I’m such a damsel in distress,” grumbling you crawl under the desk to hide from the men robbing the boutique. “Fuck, my phone is in my jacket…”

“Sammy, I’m sorry to ruin your plans for tonight, but I kinda got into the worst robbery ever. I’m still at the boutique and two amateurs try to rob it. One with a shotgun, not the smartest. Seem to be young guys. The other has a revolver. The one with the shotgun knows how to handle it, the other not so much. Here’s a girl too, so don’t kill us on the way…”

“What? Who did you call, Dean? Why didn’t you call the cops?” wrap your arms around your legs, trembling in fear. “Are you crazy? This was our chance to get out of here alive.”

“Sure. We would’ve ended up dead as the cops usually mess hostage situations up. My men will take them down. Just sit tight, sweetheart.”

“Did I tell you already that you are an ass?” poking your head out from under the desk you glare up at Dean. “I swear if I survive the night, I’ll give you a piece of my mind.”

“I told you to duck your head and hide under the desk. Christ, you are a handful, sweetheart. After my men took these amateurs down, we will have a long conversation about your attitude.”

“My attitude?” you grumble. “What—?” a scream tears from your throat as gunshots echo through the boutique. Dean immediately crouches down next to you to bring you into his arms. You willingly hide your face in his chest and hold tight onto him for dear life. “I’m scared…”

“Shhh…I’ve got you, Y/N. You’re an annoying little trouble maker, but I will keep my promise,” scared you ignore Dean’s comment. You rather fist his jacket and start praying. “My brother got this…”

“Dean, you can come out. We’ve got them,” you cling to Dean as he tries to get up. “DEAN!”

“In here. I’m fine, Sammy. The girl is clinging to me and won’t let me get up,” Dean chuckles as you look up at him, still trembling in fear. “You’re safe now, Y/N. Let’s get out of here.”

“O-kay,” Dean helps get up. Your legs are wobbling, and he must help you walk toward the door too. “Thank you.”

“Sam, open the door. We are coming out now,” one arm slung around your shoulders, Dean guides you out of the room after Sam unlocked the door. “What’s with the amateurs?”

“Alive, but injured,” Sam shrugs as you look at the men threatening to kill you. “I thought you want to take care of them. What’s with the girl?” looking at you Sam’s features soften. “We should get her out of here first.”

“Benny, help her grab her things and bring Y/N out of here. I want to have a short conversation with those assholes,” you’re still too out of it to talk back. You follow Benny out of the boutique, hating that you feel helpless and weak.

“Buddy, you made three mistakes tonight,” Dean towers over the man attacking you. “Your first mistake was to enter the boutique. Your second mistake was to not recognize me and,” he beats the man with his gun, smirking as the man winces in pain, “the last one was to hit the girl. That was unnecessary.”

“She paid us to fake a robbery,” the other man cries as Sam points his gun at his head. “Bela said her employee is collateral damage.”

“The owner wanted you to rob her store?” cocking his head Dean looks at the man. “Why? This doesn’t make sense.”

“Her insurance, Sir…Mr. Winchester,” the man stammers, eyes glued to the gun in Sam’s hands. “Please, I didn’t touch the girl. My gun wasn’t even loaded.”

“Stop talking,” the man in front of Dean grunts. “Do you want to go to jail for Bela? Shut your damn mouth.”

“You should be more afraid of what I’ll do to you,” smirking Dean unlocks his gun. “Say your prayers, you son of a bitch…”

“Where are we going? This is not the way to the police station!” you look out of the window, frowning as the car slows down in front of a large gate. “What is this place?”

“My home, sweetheart,” Dean shrugs. “I told you we will bring you somewhere safe. It seems that your boss wanted you to die tonight. Until I know you are safe, you’ll stay with me.”

“WHAT?” blinking a few times you look at Dean. “Why do you want to keep me around? You don’t even know me!”

“Well, you helped me find the perfect tie. I owe you a favor and,” he leans closer to you to glance at your lips, “you still want to cross that kiss off your bucket list...”

“I give a shit on you and your feelings,” you whip your head toward Steve to give him a dirty look. If not for revenge, I would gladly leave this shitty town and never look back.”

“Y/N,” the brunette warns. He squeezes your waist, smirking as you try to kick his shin. “Be a good girl for us. I promise to buy you that necklace you liked so much. You know, the one Stevie forgot to get for your birthday.”

“She threw a tantrum,” the blonde grunts next to you. “She got punished so hard on her last birthday. I remember that night vividly, Buck.”

“Same,” Bucky hums. “She came so hard and couldn’t get enough of our cocks. Our little cock slut.”

“That’s in the past,” you retort. “There will be no more nights spend tangled in each other. No more love-making or sleepless nights as I am worried about you. You ruined whatever was going on between all three of us.”

“You will come around, Y/N,” Steve looks around the area to check if Hammer’s spy is still following you around town. “He will report back to Hammer and that bastard will try to strike.”

“What are you talking about?” stopping in your tracks you glare up at Steve. “You are using me as bait. I knew it!” you growl low in your throat. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Don’t make a scene,” Bucky whispers in your ear. “You can rip us a new one back at home. In public, you need to act all lovey-dovey, baby doll.”

“I hate you so much,” you whisper as Bucky pecks your cheek. “Back at your home,” he grunts at your choice of words, “I will rip both of you a new one. You are disgusting.”

“We did it to lure Hammer out. He tricked us and made us believe you betrayed us. Buck and I will not let him get away with it,” Steve cups your face to press a soft kiss to your temple, showing affection in public. “Just play along, Y/N.”

“Fine. If you can get your hands on Hammer this way, I will play along,” you cup Steve’s face to press a soft kiss to his chin. “The moment Hammer is dead, I’m gone.”

“What do we have here?” nausea wells up to your throat when Justin Hammer strolls toward your table. Bucky and Steve told you it’s nessessary to let you eat alone at your favorite restaurant to lure Hammer into safety. “I thought you left town, sweet cheeks.”

“You heard wrong,” you quip, focusing on the menu in your hands, not the man standing in front of your table. “If you would excuse me now, I’m hungry.”

“Back together with Rogers and Barnes, huh?” Hammer sits at your table, grinning wickedly. “Must’ve been a hard time without your men around. No protection. No money. No good fuck.”

“What do you want?” slamming the menu onto the table you groan audibly. “I don’t even know you. Why do you come here and talk trash about me?”

“Y-you don’t know me?” he splutters. “How can you not know me?”

“Listen, I don’t know you,” fighting the smirk wanting to creep onto your lips you watch Hammer’s face fall. He had hoped you would remember him. Now his plan is ruined. “I got no clue why you came here to ruin my lunch.”

“I. Am. Justin. Hammer,” he enunciates every word, making clear you should know his name. “The Justin Hammer. Leader of the Hammer organization. You should’ve heard about me.”

“Hammer? Hmmm…doesn’t ring a bell,” you shrug, smiling to yourself as the man sitting opposite you slowly loses his composure. “I can’t remember I ever heard your name before.”

“We met at one of Tony Stark’s parties,” Hammer hastily adds, spitting while talking. “You wanted to come back but left with Rogers and Barnes that night.”

“Oh, Tony’s party?” you cock your head, pretending to recall the night you met Steve and Bucky. “That was a lifetime ago. I can’t remember every face I saw at that party.”

“You will remember my name and my face when I’m done with you, bitch,” Justin suddenly jumps up. He rounds the table, hand reaching out to grab your wrist, but he doesn’t get far.

“That is enough,” Steve snarls, dragging Hammer off of you. “You had your fun, doll. Let us do the rest.”

“Fine,” you slowly get up from your seat. “You see, I remember your face and name, Hammer.” Justin watches you step toward him, eyes glued to your crimson lips. “I remember you clumsily tried to grope me, right after you used the lamest pickup line ever. I ran for the hills, and, thanks to you, I ended up running Steve over.”

“You didn’t run me over, doll,” Steve chuckles. “You ended up face first in my chest.”

“…and later in our bed,” Bucky adds, snickering at Hammer’s pained expression. “Aw, what is it, Hammer? Pissed that a girl didn’t want to ride your dick after you ask her to suck your pitiful cock?”

“Done, doll,” Steve steps inside the bedroom, sighing as you don’t turn around on the bed. You just stare at the wall, ignoring your men. “Y/N, can we talk.”

“I’m tired, and still pissed. You used me once again,” you hide under the blanket. “Try again tomorrow.”

“Baby doll, we killed a man for you tonight,” Bucky argues. He pokes your back with his finger, snickering as you try to swat his hand away, ending up touching his crotch. “Uh, she goes all in.”

“You killed Hammer for yourself, not me. He tricked you, and that makes you look bad. That’s the only reason for you to kill him. Not me nor my feelings.”

“You’re right, we killed him as he tricked us. And we killed him for taking away the woman we love from us,” Steve steps toward the bed to sit next to you. He kicks his shoes off, groaning as he does. 

“I killed him for messing with us and you, doll,” Bucky adds. “I know you won’t believe us now, but you will see, we love you more than anything.”

“That’s why we didn’t kill you. Not even after Dot told us you are working for Fury. We just couldn’t harm you,” he runs his hand over your head, gently patting it.”

“I still hate you, Rogers,” you grumble, but allow Steve to lie next to you. He removes the blanket from your head, smiling softly as he leans closer to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Same goes for you, Barnes.”

“I love you too, doll,” Bucky plays the big spoon, wraps his arms eagerly around your body. He gets comfortable behind you, lips pressing against your neck.

“From now on, only you are important to us, Y/N,” Steve assures you. “We know that you are still hurt and angry. Bucky and I will make everything up to you, promised.”

You decide to get some sleep and to allow them to sleep next to you that night. What happens every other night from now on, only the future can tell.

“Never,” he cups your face, kisses you greedily. Bucky moans against you, chest vibrating in anger as you bite his lip, making it hurt a little. Blood seeps out of the tiny wound you left. “You won’t leave me, doll.”

He licks over his lip, tasting the blood on his tongue. “I told you to wear sneakers,” you cup his face to kiss him again, moaning into his mouth. “Catch me if you can, Barnes. If you want to touch this bride, you have to chase her first!”

With that, you push against his shoulders but Bucky doesn’t even budge. He smirks, blue eyes watching you twirl around to run along the sidewalk.

“Goddamn, I love that crazy woman,” Bucky slowly shrugs his jacket off his broad shoulders, eyes glued to you running down the sidewalk, giggling as Steve jogs next to you.

“Boss, do you want me to get her?” Clint asks, frowning as Bucky throws his jacket and tie carelessly to the ground. “Boss, her father, and the guests are waiting at the church. We should get her.”

“I will get her,” the mobster throws his head back, laughing loudly. “I will get her so good she will scream my name tonight. My little brat…”

“No!” you run faster as Bucky takes Steve’s place. Your fiancé smirks as he points at his feet. “Fucking running shoes, Barnes?”

“You threatened to run again, doll,” he laughs as you try to outrun the mobster. While you struggle to go faster, Bucky jogs next to you.

“Bucky,” stopping in your tracks you whine. “My calves hurt,” you pant, looking at Bucky. “Why are you so fast? I can’t even run for a few minutes.”

“Doll, I run every day. You prefer to stay in bed and snuggle into the pillow smelling like me. You’re a lazy little brat,” slowly stepping toward you Bucky smirks. He finally has the time to get a look at you in your wedding dress. The one he chose.

“I’m not! I do yoga every week!” you lie shamelessly.

“Once in a while, you should go to that yoga class you signed up for months ago. Or we could run together.”

“I don’t like running,” kicking an imaginary stone you huff. “I don’t wanna go in there and get married, Buck. Can we not run off and have fun somewhere else? We could just get on a plane and run.”

“Baby doll,” he gently cups your cheek, making you sigh. “I’d like to run away with you, Y/N. I swear you can travel the world and have all the fun you want after we got this done.”

“I hate him,” you intervene your pinky with Bucky, smiling as you remember the day you met. It was the first thing he did after saying hi to you at the age of ten. He intervened his pinky with you, giving you a promise to become your best friend.

“Y/N don’t talk like that about your father. He’s a dangerous man. One snap of his fingers and we end up six feet under.”

Bucky usually is not the kind of man getting scared easily. He only looks concerned when he’s talking about your father. “Let’s run then. I don’t want to become a trophy wife, three kids tugging at my dress.”

“Baby,” he sighs deeply, as you look up at him. “I promise, no one will turn you into a trophy wife. I want you to have my children, but not anytime soon. I love you, doll. Please, just let’s get this over with, and we are free to be me and you.”

“He will try to rule our lives, Bucky. My father will not accept that we want more than to play his sick game. I want to travel the world and find myself before I say ‘I do…”

“What do you mean with they won’t come? Our families are waiting for them at the goddamn church, Rogers,” your father spits out. “I paid thousands of dollars only for my daughter to run?”

“Uh-they both ran, Sir,” Sam awkwardly looks around the area. He doesn’t want to die only as you and Bucky decided to ride into the sunset.

“Sir, if I may,” Steve clears his throat. “Your daughter and James are on the run. But—they ran together. The deal is still up. James will keep his word and marry your daughter, just not now.”

“He just ran and…,” squaring his jaw your father glares at Steve. “Rogers, if he dares to even look at another girl, he’s dead. James Buchanan Barnes must marry my girl. She loves him dearly and deserves only the best.”

“You’re crazy,” you run your fingers through his hair as Bucky looks down at you. “We just married, doll. I thought you didn’t want to marry me.”

He brought you to the place you always wanted to visit before you crashed a Vegas wedding, took over the ceremony, and got married while wearing only your pajamas and a smirk.

“Aw, you looked so good in your pajamas I just had to marry you, Barnes,” standing on tiptoes you peck his lips. “I never said that I do not want to marry you. I just didn’t want to do it the way my father planned it.”

“As I said, crazy,” you squeal when he picks you up to throw you over his shoulder. “I’ll bring you back to our suite and make you my wife all over again.”

“Did you find them?” your father is fuming. He paces his office, stops in his tracks to glare at his men only to start pacing again. “I asked you a question, Stark!”

“I found them,” Tony confirms. “I just don’t know if you will like what you see, Sir. I-I kinda caught them in the middle of their…wedding.”

“Wedding? Where? When? How?” looking at the picture Tony places onto his desk your father gasps. “They ran only to marry in Vegas. Fuck’s sake! They are wearing pajamas, Stark.”

“I think they were a bit tipsy too. Do you want me to bring them back? I can just drag them out of their honeymoon suite.”

“No. Leave them be. They are going to face me soon enough. I just hope Barnes will keep his promises. If he dares to break my sweet peas’ heart, he will die a painful and slow death.”

“Stop…please stop,” giggling you fight Bucky’s hands. He started to tickle you after you called him suburban dad. Now you try to win the upper hand, but he won’t stop tickling you.

“No way. You called me a boring married man. A suburban dad, doll,” he purrs, face buried between your tits. “Right after I rocked your world and made you cum twice you called me boring.”

“I said,” Bucky cages you with his arms, longingly looking down at you, “you will turn into a suburban dad one day. Now that you are a married old man, you will turn into a couch potato.”

“Lies…sweet lies. I won’t turn into a boring dad or husband. If we have kids, they will love their dad. Bucky Barnes is a cool dad. Period,” he rests his head onto your chest, sighing dreamily as you run your fingers through his hair.

“Dad called again. I texted him that we are okay, happy and that we will return soon enough.”

“We won’t return so soon, doll. I promised to travel the world with you,” he lifts his head to look up at you. “I booked a flight to Paris. We will decide where to go next from there…”

“I love you, Bucky.”

“Love you too,” he crawls back up your body to rest his forehead against yours, just breathing you in. “My little runaway bride…”

“I got work to do, Sir. A lot is going on in my life. I want to renovate my apartment, buy a car, and—” he’s pressed to your back, slowly starting to sway to the music playing in the club. 

“Dance with me, darling. Relax and let go for once. Stop acting all shy around me,” you let him guide your movement. “Turn around and look at me. We are going to do this right.”

“I really shouldn’t—” you try to protest, demurely. You know a man like Tony Stark will not take no for an answer, so you turn around to shyly glance up at the mobster. “Can we dance another time?” You drop your gaze, murmuring the words.

“Sweetness,” Tony lifts your chin with his index finger, sighing deeply. “Let me take you out tonight. We will have dinner, talk, and maybe, have that dance you promised to me.”

“I,” shit, you wanted to buy some time, now there is no way out. “Sir, my boss…you…I mean.”

“I know your boss,” he smirks now, knowing you will give in sooner or later. “I think he’ll give you the night off, maybe the rest of the week too. How about you go out with me, and we can talk about the renovation your planned, darling.”

“I could go out with you, I guess,” you bite the inside of your cheek, chewing on it. “When and where do we go?”

“My favorite restaurant, sweetness,” you shudder as his face is only inches from yours now. “Wear something nice.”

“I don’t know if I got anything nice,” mumbling the words you look up at Tony. His features soften and he softly pecks your nose. 

“I’m sure we’ll find something nice for you, darling,” he says, kissing your nose again. “I’ll make a few calls and drive you home in twenty. You’ve got the rest of the week off.”

Tony drove you home as promised. Now you stand in front of your small wardrobe and try to find a dress. “I only got two dresses,” you sigh deeply at the sight of your clothes. “I got nothing to wear.”

“Darling, I’m sure you will look stunning in anything,” your shriek as Tony lazily strolls into your bedroom. “Oops, didn’t want to spy on you, darling.” He smirks as you try to cover your modesty. You’re only wearing plain cotton panties and a matching bra. “I came around to give you this.”

He places a large dress box onto your bed, smirking as you still fight to button up your shirt. 

“You didn’t have to come here,” glancing at the box you wonder what kind of dress he bought for you. “I got dresses in here.”

“Darling, you said you do not have a dress to wear,” he steps closer to ogle you shamelessly, smirking as you give him a warning glare. “Sweetness, you can wear anything and look beautiful to me but, I wanted you to feel as beautiful as you are to me.”

“Sir…Tony, I,” you splutter. “Okay, I will have a look at the dress. I just don’t know if it’s my size.”

“It will fit, darling,” he lowers himself to kiss your nose again. “Trust me. I know my girl.”

“Your girl,” you can only watch him walk out of your bedroom, humming happily as you try to open the dress box with trembling fingers. 

You gasp, looking at the most beautiful dress you ever saw. It’s an elegant floral brocade Zimmerman dress with a deep plunge neckline and inverted pleating on the skirt.

“I bought ballet flats for you too,” Tony pokes his head in, still that stupid smirk on his lips. “I got them here. Do you want them, darling?”

“I-this is too much. The dress is beautiful.”

“I saw you looking at it in a magazine some weeks ago and ordered it for you,” he casually says. “Now, about the shoes…do you need them?”

“Why are you doing all of this? You don’t even know me,” at this point he steps back inside your bedroom to bring you into his arms, taking you by surprise. You yelp, giggling as he twirls you around.

“You are mine, darling. My girl gets everything she ever dreamed of and more. I’m going to spoil you like a princess and put a ring on that finger. But let’s have dinner first…”

“I guess that’s a good idea,” you don’t even pretend to be able to process all the things Tony just said. “Can you give me some time to get ready?”

“Of course, Y/N,” he pecks your nose again. “I’ll be waiting for you outside. I’m a gentleman and won’t try to get a glimpse of you.”

“Mr. Stark,” you squeak as he gets bold and kisses your lips. It’s only a small peck but you can feel your knees buckles. “SIR!”

“You can call me Tony, darling,” the mobster chuckles as you push against his shoulders. “Damn, you are so cute. Love me a shy little mouse…”

“Mr. Stark, I feel a little…lightheaded,” having dinner at the most expensive restaurant you ever heard about is not the way you usually spend your evenings. “Please, can’t we just go and…I don’t know if I belong here.”

“Darling, I’m wearing a gun under my expensive jacket. Everyone at this restaurant knows I do not belong here. They only let me eat here as I got enough money and power to bring them all down,” he whispers, pulling your chair to help you sit. “Don’t worry.”

“Why did you ask me out? All the other girls at the club are so much more…sexy…”

“Y/N, I asked you out as I’m looking for more than a quick blowjob or someone riding my dick,” you scrunch up your nose at his crudeness. “I want you to become my girl. I won’t lie, it will not be easy to be my good girl, darling. I got high standards.”

“High standards?” you question, frowning as he gives you a loop-sided grin.

“Yes. I love to snuggle in front of the fireplace and eat you out for hours. I cuddle girls after sex and make them orgasm so hard they forget their name. Sometimes I like it when they call me daddy, but you can tell me if you like it or not.”

“What? I—” oh, god. Your cheeks heat up and you feel your hands begin to tremble as Tony starts to chuckle.

“Y/N, I like you, is all. You’re not all over me like the other girls, and this makes you special. I’m being honest with you here, darling. I dream of having you in my life, my arms, and yes, my bed since I laid eyes on you,” he smirks as you fail to do anything productive like saying something in return. “ I know you’re a little scared too, but we will work on that. What do you say. Will you go out with me again?”

“We—I, gosh. You make me so nervous, Mr. Stark,” you try to find your voice as Tony orders your favorite food.

You’ve got no clue how he knows about your hunger for chicken parmesan, but he just knows. Just like he knows you would like to go out with him again.

Tony was right. He makes you feel like a one-in-a-million. “Please say yes. I promise to not try to swoop you off of your feet tonight. I’ll behave.”

“Okay. I’d like that…”

“Perfect,” he claps his hands. “Now we only need to talk about your new job…”

“You want me to become your interior decorator and help you to decorate your house?” you let Tony guide you into his house, or rather mansion. “Why?”

“Darling, this is going to be your home soon enough,” guiding you toward the living room, Tony smiles to himself. “I want you to change everything you do not like.”

“It’s…perfect,” there is nothing you would change. Well, except for the awful red couch he placed in front of the fireplace. “The couch…I don’t like it.”

“Consider it gone,” Tony stands in front of you, looking down at you. He drinks you in, smiling softly as you dare to hold his gaze this time. “Can I kiss you now?”

“I think that’s…” you moan the moment his hands' cup your face, and his lips claim yours. He’s gentle yet demanding. Tony easily dominates the kiss, enchants you with his tongue and lips until you need to part to breathe again.

“Perfect first date,” he smirks, before diving back in. “I want you to stay the night.” Tony laughs as you give him a dark look. “At my guest room, of course. I know you are a good girl.”

You nod, hiding that you wish you could just give in and spend the night with Tony. It’s not that you don’t want him. You’re just not sure he means what he says.

All men before only wanted to break your heart after all…

>> Part 3

Fear and terror are written all over her face as the girl listens to my explanations. I smile to myself, knowing the feeling all too well after my encounter with the Winchesters.

Of course, that girl I restrained to the chair; the girl right in front of me got treated better than myself. She never got raped, ruined, and scared.

She got the sunny side of life for all her life. Girls like her never felt the fear and pain I had to endure. Someone like her can never understand what I have been through. How could she?

“She cried as I circled her with my knife,” I smirk as I remember Sheriff Jody Mills’ end. She was a tough cookie, hard to crack. In the end, she cried like a baby. Just like anyone else ruining my life. “You know, she was a fighter, unlike you. Poor little thing. Not used to rough treatment.”

“Please let me go,” John’s newest playthings cries. Her tears run freely as I circle her like prey. I’m wearing a mask tonight. The girl didn’t harm me, unlike the one I killed the other night. That bitch was at the hospital the night I was seeking help, only for her to rat me out to John Winchester. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“You are fucking John Winchester,” she gasps as I press the tip of my favorite knife into her soft flesh, drawing blood as she screams and cries. She’s a soft little thing, no match for a man like John Winchester. Just like I was back then. An innocent life, thrown into the lion’s den to get chewed and swallowed whole. “But you are a lucky one, sweet cheeks.”

“Why?” she whimpers when I clean my knife on her cheap dress. You know, the kind of dress revealing ass and tits to make old men like John Winchester happy. 

“You will survive this night,” I coo, patting her cheek softly, almost lovingly. “Anyways, I’m in a playful mood, sweetie. I will have some fun with you, and if you promise to be a good girl, I’ll let you go.”

“I will be good, promised,” fuck, she reminds me of my former self for a moment. I said the same thing that night to make the monster hurting me stop. It didn’t do me any good, though. “Please. I swear, I’ll not say a word.”

“You know, this won’t help you at all. A monster doesn’t care if you beg them or cry. They will hurt you without missing a beat. It’s nothing special to them to rip you apart and leave you bleeding on the ground.”

“Please, I never hurt anyone,” I slap her face. Hard. Her pretty lips split, and I almost feel guilty. Almost. It’s her fault she got involved with the devil himself, not mine.

I know girls like her. Since that night, I watched people interact with John Winchester and his entourage. No one in his orbit is innocent. No one.

They all know about his business and methods, but they don’t give a shit as long as they can take advantage of his influence, money, and power.

“Convince me, sweetheart”, pecking her bloody lips, I smirk as I taste her sweet blood on my tongue. Oops, I slapped that bitch a little too hard, I guess. “Tell me why I should shelter your life.”

“I—I never did anything wrong. Please, I only fell in love with John,” she cries even harder. Poor little thing, begging for her life for hours. She looks like a scared animal standing in front of her slaughter. “And I don’t know where Mary Winchester is. All I know is that John and she fought over a woman he met years ago named Kate Milligan and someone called Adam.”

“But you are fucking a monster. You take his dick and money, not caring about his profession. Did you know he sells girls like you? Did you know he rapes, kills, and tortures? But you don’t care as long as you can have his money and attention,” I growl, close to just slicing her throat.

“I—” she shakes her head, struggles to give me the answers I want to hear. I feel pity for the blink of an eye. But I shake my head and push the guilt back down. I learned to ignore my heart and what’s left of my soul to fulfill my fate. “Maybe. But he’s John Winchester and if he wants you to sit on his lap and more…you do so.”

“How old are you, sweetie?” my voice softens to calm the girl. She already wet herself and I don’t want to push her too far. I’m a monster, not cruel.

“Twenty-two,” her voice barely above a whisper she glances up at me, afraid I will kill her. “I met John at the age of twenty. He didn’t ask me to become his girl. John knew about my daddy issues and—”

“He’s the kind of man demanding things,” I say, remembering the way I used to look up at my father before I realized he’s a worthless shit-bag. Not worth the dirt under my mother’s shoes. I got the biggest daddy issues ever so, yeah I get what she wants to tell me. “I think he tries to find your weak spot and uses it against you.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she whispers, nodding slowly. “He always tells me I am no one without him. I guess he’s right. The moment people get to know I’m not with John Winchester any longer, they will feast on the leftovers.”

“Do you have a place to go? Is there anyone you can turn to?” I ask, pitying the girl even more. At least I was able to free myself from the chains around my neck. My father’s death freed me. It was cathartic to kill the man bringing a monster into our house and my life. “Do you have money to leave town?”

“I have spare money hidden in a book. Three-hundred bucks, maybe more,” I see the hope in her eyes as I slowly cut the ropes holding her ankles and wrist to the chair open. “But I’m afraid he’ll go after me.”

“He won’t,” I say, jerking my head toward the table behind me. “In the bag on the table are clothes, a new passport, and enough money to start a new life.”

“How much money? More than my three-hundred bucks?” she gets up from the chair to walk toward the bag on shaky legs. “I should get my money too, right?”

“If you want to be free again, you must leave tonight and never look back. This is your only chance to leave John Winchester,” I cage her between the table and my body, looking down at her. “If I see you around him and his entourage again, you will not survive our next encounter.”

I watch the girl run toward the bus stop. She looks over her shoulder every few steps, afraid someone follows her inside the bus.

Lucky girl, she will get away from John Winchester and has the chance to live a normal life. I gave her ten thousand bucks, enough money to begin anew. 

I dare you to believe I got a weak spot for that girl only as she reminds me of myself. This was a simple transaction. She gave me valuable information and I paid the girl for her inconvenience.

Now I know John Winchester has one more dirty little secret to hide. A sidepiece and a son I did not know about. I smile to myself when the girl whose name I will forget soon enough enters the bus.

“Farwell and thank you for the information. I will make good use of everything you told me…”

“Who are you and what do you want?” the woman’s breath is ragged now. She looks up at me with tear-clouded eyes, begs me to shelter her life but it’s already too late.

The knife I rammed into her flesh is the only thing keeping her from bleeding out. I punctured her lungs, and she will die soon. 

“Please,” the bastard’s son begs, “leave my mother alone. We don’t know anything about John Winchester.” I whip my head toward the man on the ground. I restrained his hands behind his back with handcuffs and broke his legs with my baseball bat.

“We both know that’s a lie,” I press my lips to his mother’s cheek, humming as she struggles to keep her eyes open now. “I remember your face. You were younger, but I still feel your eyes on me.”

“I—I wasn’t…no. I don’t know what you mean,” he pants now as I let up from his mother to slowly walk toward the man on the ground.

“Maybe you cannot remember me as I’m not a scared young girl getting raped by your fine father while his men and you urged him on. You know,” I fist his hair to force him to look me in the eyes, “I hoped you would help me. You were my age back then, a young man. But you were worse than his other sons. At least they were ashamed of their father’s doings.”

“It’s you. The girl from back then,” Adam sniffs, looking away. Well, at least he’s ashamed now. Back then he didn’t have shame in him. “I couldn’t stop him.”

“Aw, poor little Adam playing the victim. Do you honestly believe I will buy your lies? I heard every word. I just didn’t know you are his son too,” I breathe in his face, loving the fear in his eyes. “It’s burned into my memory forever. Every word. Every touch. Every scream he forced out of me. I remember everything and, you will know how it feels soon enough.”

“Please let my mother go,” he pleads one last time. “Please…”

“It’s too late,” I press my lips to his cheek. “No one can save her, sweet boy. I would be more worried about my well-being now, Adam. I got something nice planned for you. You’ll be the first message for your daddy…”

Normal PoV

Three days later, Winchester Manor, …

“He-he's dead, Sir,” Dean swallows thickly when his father gets his gun out to aim it toward his head. “His mother too. She died fast; I think.”

“How?” John asks, turning around to look out of the window. “And why?”

“The coroner said her lung got pierced and someone slit her throat to end her faster. Whoever did this to Adam, didn’t want his mother to suffer,” voice cracking Dean looks at the manila folder in his hands. “Adam is a different story, Sir.”

“I need to know everything, soldier. Now,” barking orders at his eldest son John twirls around, an unreadable expression on his face. “NOW!” Dean flinches but tries to not show he’s afraid of his father.

Most of the time he feels like a child close to his father. A vulnerable boy hoping his father will see more in him than a tool he can use. “His legs got broken. And someone…”

“I want to know everything. Stop acting like a shy girl during her first time,” John huffs as his son struggles to tell him what you did to Adam. “I’m waiting.”

“He got raped with a toy. Someone used a dildo and no lube,” Dean sniffs. He never like Adam much, but in the end, he was his half-brother. “I don’t know why anyone would do such a thing to him. Maybe he did the same…?” 

“Nonsense! Your brother wasn’t a rapist,” frowning deeply Dean glances at his father. “What? Got anything to say?”

“No Sir,” Dean says, wondering if the saying is true. ‘Like father, like son… “There was a message pinned to his chest. “It says ‘remember me.”

“Remember me?” John laughs, shaking his head. “That guy kills my son and has the guts to ask me to remember them? What the fuck is wrong with people?”

“I will try to gather more information,” after placing the folder onto John’s desk Dean doesn’t dare to look at his father. He’s used to be at the receiving end of his father’s wrath so he will once again, duck his head and try to stay alive. “If you need anything, tell me so.”

“Go, now,” John waves his eldest son off, “I need to think about a few things and don’t need you around…”

Outside Dean leans against the wall, releasing a shuddery breath. The images of Adam’s dead body and the message won’t leave him alone. 

“Remember me,” he repeats the words again and again as his mind drifts toward a night he’ll never forget.

He can still hear you beg anyone to help you, to stop his father from hurting you.

Dean tried to stop his father and earned a punch to the face and another threat.

There is no stopping John Winchester.

In the end, he ran out of the house to pretend nothing is happening inside your home. Dean tried to let his mind wander, to numb his feeling with a dose of his favorite poison.

The cocaine didn’t stop the screams piercing through the silent house nor the guilt keeping him awake at night.

He covered his ears as tears ran down his cheeks. Being a loyal soldier doesn’t pay out most of the time…

“Remember me,” he says again, closing his eyes to find a meaning behind the message. “Remember me...fuck.” his eyes snap open and he feels like someone ripped his guts out. “It’s you...”

>> Part 3

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