You Already Have Me! 1/? *Mob!Peter Parker x Reader*
Summary: Peter Parker, a young college student also heir to Tony Stark’s entire empire. After getting scouted out by the Mob Boss billionaire, Peter’s life had looked up after being able to help his Aunt financially. Y/N, an introverted guy, who works for his father Brooklyn Bar ends up in deep shit. Also catches the attention of the young mobster too. Can a dangerous man really love?
Pairings: Peter Parker x Male Reader (If you do not like male x male stuff, then do not read.)
Warning: (18+) Mature content; Mentions of drugs, drug selling and use. Mentions of abuse, violence and blood. Strong language, explicit content later (smut) and homophobic slurs. I’ll put trigger warnings here, so be sure to check every chapter.
A/N: I use Jughead gifs because that’s who inspired the reader’s personality and attitude, he is in no way how YOU should picture reader. Reader’s appearance is hardly mentioned unless stated with e.g:(Y/H/C) - (your hair colour). Reader’s appearance is completely within your realm of imagination. The gifs are just something I like to use, Jughead Jones isn’t the face claim for the reader.
Hope you like this fic, please let me know if you want to be tagged and what you think of it so far, let me know if there’s anything you want to happen also. Big love to @promarvelfangirl for giving me this idea, plus listening to me talk about small details for it. You’re the best! - Rosalie🌹
Chapter One: They say I attract troubled guys.
“We aren’t going to make enough money this month,” your father sighed, head in his hands as he counted today’s income, “The bar is just not making enough money.” He looks up to you, a look of utter failure and guilt.
The bar was a dream of his, he took out a very hefty loan with the bank for it. The business started off great, brilliant actually, you remember sitting in a booth as a small boy and watching the business thrive. Your mother was a favourite waitress, customers loved her and her charming smile, you often get compliments on how you have her eyes too. Then business started to slow, hardly any customers and it made paying off loans and debts hard.
In fact, times were so hard, your dad had to fire bartenders and waitresses and you started to work- free labour. You owed your dad that much, he needed all the help he could get and this was his dream, you couldn’t let this slip away- like your mother and sister had done a few years ago.
The business going down the drain wasn’t anything to do with your father or the bar itself, it was because of the neighbourhood. Specifically, it was all the gangs, Mafia is the correct term. The organised crimes, the violence, not many people wanted to stay out or even walk down your street. When Loki’s men started to come in, acquiring a booth in the back, it scared all the local punters away and the loyal dwellers just didn’t want to be in the same building as the criminals.
“Maybe we could raise the drink prices?” You suggested, sitting opposite him and he scoffs slightly. “It’s only Loki’s men that come in here, maybe we could ask them for-”
“No.” Your father cuts you off, “We aren’t getting involved with those guys, you hear me? They’re bad people, last I need is you getting mixed up in that world.” He sighs, shaking his head slightly, “I’ll think of something.”
You held the tray perfectly, walking towards the table in the back of the empty bar. The jukebox played some random 70’s song in the background, your eyes trained on the men all dressed in either suit or donning leather jackets. Cigars are being lit, the chatter is a low hum and every so often, a gun is shown by either them moving and their jacket revealing it or they’re actually holding it in their hands.
None of them acknowledges you as you set the tray down, placing their respected glasses in front of them because after the years of them all showing up, well you had their orders down.
“Loki wants the stock moved by tonight,” A slicked black haired male says, stubbing out his cigar and shaking his head, you had learned over the months this guy was called Martyn. “But Stark’s guys are all over this part of town, how he thinks we’ll get shifted without getting caught is none of my business apparently.” He takes the glass of scotch from your hand before you could put it down.
Another guy, named Dylan just sighed, “We’re going to have to hire an associate, have someone take the merchandise for us to him.” He’s already pulling out his phone and scrolling through the many contacts he seems to have on display.
“I could do it.” You speak before you think, their heads snap in your direction, you’re thankful that your father is down in the cellar counting the beer cases. “We need the extra cash, not every day you find beer and whiskey as cheap as here, I can get the stuff to where you need it.” You suddenly feel hot, and stupid, mostly stupid. You scratch your head through the grey beanie you’re wearing, trying not to look terrified.
Martyn looks you up and down, “I mean, it can’t hurt, right lads? Give him a trial run, the stuff is only going to a warehouse an hour from here, plus any funny business we know who his dad is.”
You gulp, trying to smile back when they all start grinning at one another. This possibly the most brilliant, idiotic, brave thing you’ve done in your entire life.
Peter’s P.O.V
“They’ve been moving the drugs right under our nose,” Tony sighed with annoyance, pacing in his office as he overlooked the busy New York streets, “They’ve got someone working for them, moving their stuff for them, that’s how they’ve been doing it.” He turns facing his youngest protegee.
Peter nods slowly, eyebrows furrowing at the latest news. He had only been part of Tony’s crew for a few months, having been a ‘made man’ a few short weeks ago. Peter proved himself, made Tony see how determined and driven he was, he was the fastest to be inducted since Tony started off in this business. Most of the money Peter earned was sent to his Aunt May, the only reason he originally took up Stark’s offer of this life.
He slowly fell in love with the danger, the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. Admittedly the power he held, he could walk down the street and people would move out of his way, he was known and feared. It felt too good to give up now. Especially, now. Peter is Tony’s ward as such, the next heir to the empire. Tony doesn’t have any legitimate kids of his own- that he knows of, Peter is the closest thing he has to a son, and that meant he was “training” to be the boss.
“So, what are we going to do, Boss?” Peter asked when the silence hadn’t been filled, his dark eyes trained on Tony who sat down in the leather chair opposite him.
“Not ‘we’” Tony smiled, “You,” he pointed and Peter frowned, “You’re going to scout out the area, find out where Loki’s men are holding up, see if you can figure out who the weasel working for them is. Then we’re going to deal with Loki’s men and the guy they’ve hired, got it?”
Peter sighed, a smile settling on his face lazily. “Got it!”
Normal P.O.V
You had been delivering the merchandise for a few nights now. It was simple enough, you picked up whatever it was from outside the bar and drove it to whatever destination they told you. You hadn’t met Loki, yet. You didn’t really want to meet him from the stories, rumours, he sounded like a nasty piece of work.
“The boss is happy with your performance, Y/N,” Martyn smiled as he helped you load the bags in the back of your dad’s car, you gave a curt nod, “keep up the good work and you might become part of the family.”
A laugh catches your attention, Dylan and Vlad walking towards you both, “Him? Part of the family, don’t be joking, look at him.” Vlad jokes, forcefully nudging your shoulder, chuckling as you stumbled back a few steps from the sudden contact. “He’s too weak.”
You looked at the floor, intimidated being the best word to use. Keeping your mouth shut because these guys could easily kill you, not even blink as they put a bullet in your skull.
Martyn chuckled, “He’ll be the only member who wouldn’t know how to work a gun, that’s for sure.”
“He doesn’t have the balls to hold a gun steady,” Dylan said as he took a drag of his cigarette, “look at him, he won’t even say anything now to defend himself, rather pathetic.”
A chuckle emits from behind you, catching everyone’s attention and you glance over your shoulder. Eyes widening at the man behind you, well he seemed only a few years older than yourself, around your height too. Messy, dark hair, some of it curling on top of his head. He throws his finished cigarette bud to the floor, stepping on it, in what you assume are expensive Italian shoes.
His young, attractive face screams innocence, yet his eyes are narrowed and a deeply unsettling feeling arises in the pit of your stomach. Few people are brave enough to talk to Loki’s men, fewer brave enough to even breath near them. Yet, a surge of security came from him. You felt more compelled to stand behind him than these three, you don’t even know him.
“Sorry, I always laugh when one of Loki’s men talk about someone having no balls,” He steps forward, a cocky smirk gracing his equally attractive face. “Dylan, Martyn and Vlad, been too long. Thought I’d never find you,” none of the three men speak up, you frown considering they’re significantly taller than this guy, bulkier too. “Want to tell me where your boss is?” He asks, raising an eyebrow and waiting for someone to answer, “I’m not going to ask again, you know that.”
You all stand in silence in the bar’s carpark, you gulped out of fear. Your hair sticking to your forehead due to sweat, the beanie you wear not helping but you didn’t want to take it off, afraid that if you move you’ll get shot. Who was this guy? And why did he strike so much fear into these three men?
A hand is placed on your shoulder pulling you out of your mind, “You’re free to go, lovely.” Your eyes connect with his for a second too long, he’s pushing you towards the car, and opening the driver’s seat.
“Uh- my dad owns this bar,” is all you can manage out to him, slightly stumbling over your own words and he grins, shrugging slightly like that wasn’t the issue here.
“Take a drive around the block a few times, yeah?” He punctuates the question with a smile, “I’ve got to have a little chat with your regular drinkers, promise there will be a building to come back to, and your dad.” His face moves from the window, his back turning to the car and you watch as he lifts up the back of his jacket and pulls out a gun from his jeans, aiming at the men, “Now I’mma need you three to walk inside, gentlemen.”
You drive to the destination Martyn said instead. Not really knowing where you should have gone anyway, you had a trunk full of drugs, and your dad’s bar is possibly turning into a genocide scene right now.
Getting out and picking up the four duffle bags you walk into the warehouse, following two big men who led you to the main area. Studio lights were set up around a couple tables, making the place brighter than it usually would be.
“Ahhh, you must be Y/N,” A tall man stands at the tables, various guns all situated on them. He’s wearing a three-piece, black suit and his jet black hair is slicked back from his face. “I’m Loki, a pleasure to meet you,” he has a distinctive British accent.
He helps you place the bags on the table, opening them and viewing the contents before grinning to himself. “That bag down there is yours,” he nods to the smaller duffle bag on the floor, you take it slowly and unzip it, full of cash- as promised. “I trust that if I ever need your services again I can rely on you?” You nod once, not knowing what to say.
The fear of being so close to a murderer, a criminal playing too much on your mind. That and the guy from earlier hadn’t left your mind, you wanted to know who he was but a part of you didn’t. You place it down to the fact you’ve always been curious, always got yourself into trouble, albeit this was a little more than “trouble”, this was Mafia shit. But, all the same, it was trouble.
“Um… your guys, I think, they’re being killed right now.” He raises an eyebrow in question, “A young man showed up at my dad’s bar, they completely froze like they saw… their worst nightmare, honestly. I think you should pack up everything here and leave.” You don’t know why you were helping him, well he did just give you money that will help your dad’s financial trouble.
Before Loki can open his mouth to speak the warehouse door is slammed open, men all file in, guns in their hands and aiming them all at Loki… and you.
“Stark.” Loki bitterly remarks.
You stop in fear. The blood draining from your face, you shudder at just the mention of his name. If there was anyone to fear more than Loki, it’s Tony Stark. His whole empire is built upon blood; the blood of those that didn’t listen or he didn’t like, everything about him was straight out of a Quentin Tarantino movie.
Stark walks in like he owns the building, it wouldn’t surprise you if he did, he owns half of New York. A smirk settling on his face, glasses hiding his eyes, and he’s standing in a navy suit that screams designer branding. He doesn’t say anything as he walks up to the table, unzipping the duffle bags himself and pulling out bags of cocaine- so, that’s what you’ve been delivering.
“Your men gave you up almost instantly,” He smiled, “We killed them all, obviously. But you really need to work with more loyal guys, Loki.” Stark reprimands, he eyes you for a split second but his attention goes back to Loki.
“Mr Stark,” a familiar voice pulls Tony’s attention away and he turns looking to the door, where the guy from the bar strolls in, blood splattered over his jeans and dark jacket. “I’ve taken care of the men-” he stops in tracks, frowning as he looks at you, “What the fuck are you doing here?” He asks, voice almost disappointed at the sight of you being beside Loki.
(Let me know if you want to be tagged, what you think of this so far, I know it’s a Male reader, but I’ve seen so many Mob!Tom Holland stuff and it all being female, decided a male reader could be fun… could be wrong though! - Rosalie)
