Alright y’all! So I totally thought this was a request but maybe it wasnt. Please tag yourself if this was your request! Gif is not mine.
Y/N stood at the bar fuming. She hated the way Mable flirted with Richie. She ordered another Scotch and threw it back, it not making it any easier to see him with her. Y/N was not a trusting person by nature having grown up in the mafia in her home country. She has been in America since she was 10 years old and can conceal her accent if needed.
Richie and y/n kind of grew up together their fathers having been friends since y/n moved here. She loved Richie but he did not feel the same way. He loved her like a sister and nothing more. Maybe that’s why y/n didn’t trust Mable. She seemed to perfect for him. She had him wrapped around her pretty little finger.
“You know, you two should get a room,” she hissed. They couldn’t keep their hands to themselves at all.
“Aww, y/n, and leave you here all alone?” Richie asked.
“Not like you’re talking to me anyways,” y/n mumbled as she sipped her scotch this time.
Mable just stood there. She knew that you guys grew up together and typically didt get in between you guys. Although, sometimes y/n wished she would just so she can show her whose boss. She can’t handle Richie. A real woman is the only one who can and that was y/n. The women are trained to manage the boys and the boys are trained to do tasks, example being kill, steal, rough up others.
“Such a stick in the mud,” he said under his breath and motioned for another drink.
“I think youve had enough,” y/n spat.
“And I think someone’s jealous,” he gave her a side smile. Mable hid her giggle.
“Yeah, ok,” she sipped again, “if I’m jealous of you then I must be more drunk than I thought. Anyways we have to go to discuss tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?” Mable asked, she knew a lot but not everything.
“Nothing for you to know,” y/n spat again. Her big boobs smooshed on the bar top, leaning in to push the glass back. Being short at only 5 foot, she wasn’t that ferocious but she could handle her own.
“Got damn, woman, you are being a bitch,” Richie stated. Men typically never spoke that way to women, but in the business it was negotiated.
“So what if I am, I am you’re superior and I said move it.”
“I can take him over if he doesn’t want to go now,” Mable finally spoke, “I have to get going anyways as I have to work in the morning.”
“Yeah, see, y/n, Mable can take me.” He pointed at her.
“Whatever,Boyle. Be there.” And y/n strode out, her bubble butt attempting to bounce in her trousers but they were too snug.
“Short and mighty that one,” Richie said as he downed the last of his drink, “let’s go doll face.”
Mable started up her car and Richie gave her directions, “is y/n jealous of me?”
“Of you? No doll face. She’s just like that,” Richie replied and lit a cig.
“Well she has nothing to worry about. I’ll take good care of you,” she cooed.
Richie didn’t say anything at first, just enjoying the ride. They were passing the Taylor shop and Mable stopped.
“I just have to run and get something, I’ll be right back.”
She flittered away from the car and disappeared from site. Another car pulled up behind him as he waited. He noticed in the rear view mirror and was getting his gun ready without moving too much as he didn’t want to give it away. Car doors sounded and he jumped out ready for a gun fight but so we’re they. 2 shots rang out before a shouting came from the group.
“Richie!? Oh shit,” it was Francis.
“Jesus, Francis! Why’d you shoot me!?” Richie held his hand over the wound and fell to his knees.
“You look real suspicious in the car. Wanted to be sure no one was jacking our spot. Let’s get you inside.” He hoisted Richie up and out his arm over his shoulders. They busted through the door and Mable was no where to be found. Mr. Burling was there, startled by the racket.
“Master Richie, Francis. Good evening. Are you hurt master Richie?”
“Yeah, he’s got a marble. Can you take it out and sew him up?” Francis spat as he dropped Richie on the table.
Mr.Burling was looking over the wound and moved Richie around, “I’m afraid he needs a doctor.”
“No he doesn’t. You can sew him.”
After some back and forth, Mr. Burling sews him up and Richie just laid there, passed out from the pain. At this point, a lot of time as passed since the meeting was to have started. The phone rang and Francis ran to answer.
“Where the fuck are you?” Y/n’s voice rang out.
“We’re at the taylor shop obviously, all because richie got shot—“
“He what!? I am on my way. Don’t fucking move.” And with that the line went dead. Francis looked at the phone and put it back on the receiver. He noticed there was only one car in the street now. He didn’t think anything of it until he realized it was the car Richie got out of. Who was here with him?
“Hey richie, rise and shine,” Francis called out and splashed some water on his face. Richie came too for a few moments but was very pale.
Richie’s face was all scrunched up, “shit. She’s gonna kill me. Literally.” He looked around for a moment, “where’s Mable?”
“Mable wasn’t here, sir,” Mr. Burling stated.
“Yeah she was. She said she had to grab something and I was waiting in the car for her,” Richie recapped. Mr.Burling just shook his head.
“There’s no car out there now,” Francis stated.
“Maybe she just came to the front and didn’t come see me,” Mr. Burling stated.
Y/N busted down the front door just then, stomping through.
“Richie, you better have a damn good excuse.” She shouted.
Francis just stifled a laugh as he knew Richie was going to get it but y/n turned on her heels to him.
“You. I said to find him, not shoot him. What the fuck is wrong with you? Can’t take a simple order-“ she kept going. Her 5 foot frame becoming redder with anger and she kept getting louder shouting at all of the men in the room.
“Hey, cool it-,” Richie put a hand on her shoulder and he was met with an elbow to the ribs. He howled as she was right above his wound.
“That’s what you get for not listening to me about Mable. She just left your ass,” she was in his face. Mr.Burling just stood there, not wanting her wrath but he could help but notice that Francis went to the parlor.
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