Concept: Keeping secrets from your mob father has always been difficult. But how hard will it be to keep your new afair with his new hitman, Murphy, a secret.
A/N: I am so sorry! This baby is long overdue! But my finals just ended and I’m on break now! So hopefully my fics will be more on schedule like they used to be! As always, requests and feedback are always appreciated! And keep a look out for more material as well! ✌❤
Warning: Violence, and death. Yknow…mob stuff!!
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Nothing was more exciting than being sent to run errands for your father. It was so rare that it happened, considering how protective your father was. He prefered you stay home, read your books, write poetry. Something a little more, ‘lady-like’. But you weren’t going to let his wishes keep you away from all excitement.
“Sweetie.” Your father’s voice struck your attention. He motioned for you to come forward from your place. Leaning against the wall behind his desk while he spoke with colleagues. You stepped forward, eyes wide with attention.
“Yes Poppa?”
“We have a shipment coming in. Would you be so kind as to, manage it?”
“Of course.”
“And uh, take Fish and Reyes with you.”
“Yes Poppa.” You beamed, grabbing your coat as you scambered out of the room. Fish stood in the hallway, smoking a cigarette. You yanked it from his lips as you walked by. “Call for Reyes. We’re managing tonight.” You smiled, taking the cig and giving it a puff as you walked through the hotel you currently stayed at with the gang.
Fish drove the way there. You eagerly in the front seat, with Reyes pouting in the back. Her and fish, had a heavy past to say the least. It was a miracle they weren’t bickering at the moment.
“You took a wrong turn.” Reyes spat.
“When?”
“One Avenue West.”
“Well why the hell didn’t you tell me then!?” He shouted back. There is was.
“It’s fine Fish, just take a left on Gardener. You can get to the docs from there. We just can’t be late.” You tried to calm the situation.
“Yeah well maybe if someone had said something before we got lost.”
“We’re not lost. Just take a left here.” There was an awkward moment, tension pulled tight with silence.
“Why the hell are you so excited to be out here anyways. It’s not that big of a deal anyways.” Fish questioned.
“Maybe not for you. But in case you haven’t noticed. I don’t get out much, like you boys.”
“Course you don’t, they’re disposable.” Reyes commented. Fish flashed her a glare.
“No they’re not! We’re all practically family!”
“Uh-huh. Except that hitman. Huh Y/N?” Reye’s eyebrow flew up.
“Murphy?” Fish questioned. Your cheeks went a bright red. The hickies from that party had just barley worn off by now. You tried so hard to cover them up. How did she know?
“What are you talking about?” You asked.
“You better be careful. You know how your Poppa doesn’t like you dating boys. Especially his boys. Or fucking them, rather-”
“REYES!” Fish scolded her. “Seriously. Y/N is a respectable young woman! What if Boss heard you talking like that about his daughter?” You didn’t say a word the rest of the way there. A small crew walked around, working on moving crates from boat to truck, while others kept watch. One crew memeber aproached you with a box for you to check. Opening the crate, to reveal the shiny stacks of guns. You smiled and noddes as you kept tabs. Watching as fish payed the men.
“Hey! Y/L/N!” A sharp voice cried from the ship on the dock. You looked up to find a few men in suits, hold up guns.
“Get down!” Reyes shouted, pulling you down behind a few crates just before they started shooting. Bullets flying through air. Crew memebers dropped left and right. Both you and Reyes struggling to shoot back with your revolvers. There was barley room to budge. Pieces of wood from the crates flew. Your ears rang with the sound of the metal rain as it flew onto you and your men. You managed to shoot down a man or two. You looked over and found Fish hiding behind a truck. Loading a tommy gun, before saying a prayer and throwing himself out. He cried as he shot down a few men. But the bullets were relentless.
“Fish! You crazy bastard! Get back here!” Reyes cried out. You peaked your head out, to find him standing center of the action. Screaming triumphantly. All you heard was Reye’s cries, begging him back. Before you watched shot after shot pluge into his flesh. His body became like a rag-doll, as the bullets littered his body. Before he dropped dead in the sand.
“Come on!” You shouted to Reyes, pulling her to attention. Almost every other crew member was picked off by now. They were closing in. “We have to get out of here!” You dragged her away from her spot. Ducking and dodging your way back to the car. Reyes angrily shooting, managing to hit a guy or two. You jumped into the car, staring it, and taking control. You drove off, the men left shooting after you. The car suffering some damage in your escape as you drove into the city. You panted heavily, as you tried your best to not cause an accident.
“Fuck!” Reyes cried. Her hands going through her hair as she looked wide eyed at the world around her. “We have to go back! Fish is- Finn is-”
“Finn is dead Raven! We watched him drop! There’s no way in hell he survived that!” She leaned back in the chair, and started crying. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry Raven…” You pulled into the hotel, and somehow managed to make it inside. Both of you complete messes as you stumbled through the halls. You busted open the doors to your father’s office. “They jumped us!” You shouted. “Those bastards went back, and they attacked us!” The first thing done, was order a clean up of the scene as your father cooed over you. Throwing a blanket over you, and Reyes. The two of you were sat in the living room of the loft of the hotel. Drinking tea to sooth the memory.
The twins sat with you in silence as you told them of Fish’s death. That moment only interrupted by shouting in the room over.
“The hell happened!?” A family voice stormed. You looked back as Murphy busted through the door. His direction was to you as soon as he saw you. “What happened to you? Are you hurt!? What did those fuckers do to you!?” You stared at him wide eyed. His hands grasped your shoulders as he looked over you. A voice cleared in the doorway.
“Watch how you touch my daughter, Murphy. She’s fragile.” Your father warned. “The girls,” his voice went low, making a point, “are fine.”
“Right.” Murphy’s eyelids lowered, as his hands slid off of you. “What are my orders?”
“Stand by. And, stay away from my daughter.” Your father spoke as he left the room. Murphy turned back to you, and leaned in.
“Those men are dead.” He whispered behind gritted teeth. He turned, and stomped out of the room. You couldn’t say a word you just stood there.
“I knew it.” Reyes spoke, sipping her drink.
“So are you guys…” J asked.
“No.” You spat back.