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kingpin ⦾ fifteen

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young  word count: 2774 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], old friends, suspicions, bob jerks off…again

summary: in which bob has some suspicions of his own

fourteen | kingpin | sixteen

Bob watched the two old friends cautiously. It wasn’t until Emery confirmed that Decker was some guy who went to the diner where her mom worked under the name Dion that pieces started to click for him. 

“So Decker was a guy you both knew as Dion?” Coyote asked for clarification. 

Emery nodded while Mickey said, “yeah. He was a regular at Flo’s.”

“Did your mom seem like she knew him outside of him being a customer?” Halo asked. 

“I don’t know, I was nine,” Emery replied. “Look, can we talk about this more tomorrow? My sister is already suspicious from Monday night and I don’t want to lie to her more than I have to.”

“Yeah–,” Bob started to agree, but Mickey cut him off. 

“You have a sister?” He looked shocked. 

Bob couldn’t blame him. From what he knew, they’d lost contact after Emery moved away and Mickey’s family moved to the city. They’d been young, too young to have any means to keep in touch without the adults in their lives’ help. With Emery in foster care, it was hard to be sure that Mickey’s family would know where she’d end up. 

Emery placed her glass on the edge of Bob’s desk and handed him his phone back. “Is it alright if I work from home tomorrow? It’s been a hell of a week and I need some time to process everything.” 

She didn’t acknowledge Mickey’s question. like she couldn’t bring herself to entertain the small talk. 

“Yeah, of course,” Bob agreed. He’d rather have her on board than not at all, and if time was what she needed, he could give that to her. “Let me know if you need anything.”

She didn’t say anything as she left, likely to gather what she’d need to work at home tomorrow, and Mickey pinned Bob down with his gaze. 

“Coyote, would you mind escorting Halo out?” Bob asked. They took their cue, making sure the office door was shut behind them. He stared back at Mickey, relaxing in his chair as he sipped his whiskey. 

“You told me that you would keep her out of this,” Mickey spat. “You told me that if I stopped investigating your family and the death of Emery’s mom that she would be left alone. And now she’s up to her elbows in your shit.”

He remembered that day clearly. He remembered the deal he struck with the cop standing before him. 

Mickey had been a new officer sticking his nose into business he shouldn’t have been. Coyote had alerted Bob that someone was digging into the murder at Flo’s diner. Bob had ears inside a few of the local police departments and figured out who the cop was pretty quickly. 

Bob still saw Mickey as a scared kid who was just trying to find answers. He was still trying to protect Emery all these years later. He understood it. She had a naïve innocence about her that he also wanted to protect. 

“I know what I said,” Bob replied with a sigh. “I know she wasn’t meant to be a part of this, but she is. The more we find out about Decker, the more involved she is. It seems like she’s been part of this a lot longer than either of us thought, Mickey. I need you to tell me everything you remember about Dion.”

Mickey ran his hands over his face. “He never spoke to us first, always waited for us to greet him before he’d start a conversation. Didn’t seem weird or anything, and Betty was friendly with him.”

Bob nodded, absorbing his words as thoughts of his own swirled around in his head. He didn’t want to ask Mickey anything too personal, but he was curious. He needed to know if there was any chance, no matter how slim. 

“I’m going to ask you something that can never get back to Emery, okay?”

“Won’t be too hard considering she doesn’t want to talk to me at the moment,” Mickey replied bitterly. 

Bob pushed on. “Is there any part of you that believes he could’ve been Emery’s father?”

Mickey stared at him incredulously but he stayed quiet. Bob watched him start to pace. It was like he could see the gears turning in the younger man’s head. 

“If the account Decker was funneling money into was for Betty Young, then it’s not improbable, right?” Mickey asked. “Why else would he do that? Is there anyone else in Decker’s life with the initials FBY?”

“Okay, I need you to take two steps backwards and stop spiralling, alright?” Bob ran a hand through his hair. “I just asked the question but without any proof, there’s no reason to jump to any conclusions. No one can know what I suspect, Mickey.”

“I know, I know,” he assured Bob. “But if you’re right though...who’s to say that Decker won’t come back for her if she is his kid?” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Bob had a lot on his mind. He needed to give Emery some time to deal with everything in her own way, but he had a lot of questions to ask her. He needed to know everything she remembered about Dion, everything she knew about her mother. If she still had any of her mom’s things. 

He knew Coyote could dig up a lot more if he needed it, but he felt compelled to give her a chance to come clean. She might not see it as hiding information, but whatever she knew, no matter how insignificant, could potentially make the rest of the puzzle click into place. 

Morgan knew he was miles away when he sat down in his regular booth at Feathers and dismissed one of the dancers. She was a regular of his, and he knew that brushing her off would cause his sister to pry. There was a reason Morgan wasn’t involved in the meetings, and he’d have to lay everything out to her to make sense of it all. Even just saying it aloud helped him think better, but she also had an outside perspective. Fresh eyes, if you will. 

“You’re frowning,” she observed. “What’s on your mind?”

“Richard held a meeting today,” Bob replied, blowing out a breath. “He slipped up and called Emery by her mom’s name.”

“Richard knew her mom?”

Bob nodded, loosening his tie. “She worked at Flo’s when we still had the diner. Never called her Betty, though, always Betsy. Emery called him condescending and disgusting; couldn’t help herself, I guess. Even with my warnings.” He reached for his glass and threw back the whiskey, swallowing thickly before meeting his sister’s eyes. “What?”

“Is that why Emery doesn’t like talking about her mom?”

“Fucked if I know,” he said, blowing out breath. “Maybe it’s part of it? It’s like she doesn’t want to remember what happened, so that’s why she refuses to talk about it. But we might’ve discovered something that means I need her to talk.”

“What something?”

“The account that Decker’s been sending himself money to? Yeah, we think it has something to do with Emery’s mom.”

“Emery’s mom? Betty? For Betty Young?” Morgan asked in a hushed whisper. Bob nodded. “Do you think Emery’s lying to you?”

“Not intentionally,” he confessed. “I think she’s blocked out most of her childhood because of what happened to her mom, which is understandable.” Morgan nodded at his words. “If she does know something that could be useful to us, though...I’d hate to think of what Richard would make me do to her. I need her to talk and she won’t.”

“You need to get her drunk,” Morgan replied. “Do you remember the first time I met her? She was all rigid, but she drank on Monday night. Not a lot, but enough to chew you out.” Bob smiled at the memory. “You like that she’s not afraid of you.”

Bob scoffed dismissively. “Don’t start, Mo.”

Morgan smirked back at him, watching him fidget in his seat. “Look, it’s been a long week for her. Maybe if I suggest a night out, she might let loose a little. Be more receptive to talking.”

“Morgan, the whole point of our meeting today was that Decker is working with Sergei Popov and they want Richard dead,” Bob replied lowly. “I’m not endorsing a night out at the moment.”

“What about some drinks at Dice on Friday night? Invite Emery and her sister. Coyote can be there too.”

Bob shook his head firmly. “I’m not going to put her sister at risk when she has no idea what kind of shit we’re into, okay?” He told her. 

“Girls’ night, then?” Morgan continued. “I’ll invite Emery and her sister out. Drinks, dancing, guys. See what I can get out of her.”

“Mo, there’s a curfew in place. No one goes out alone, especially not a Floyd.”

“You’re here alone,” she pointed out. 

“Coyote’s in the security office, and I’m here with you,” he replied.

Morgan sighed. “It’s that serious?” Bob nodded grimly. “Then why don’t we all go out on Friday night, then? Or make it seem like it’s a girls’ night, but Omaha and Harvard bump into us. I know them, Emery doesn’t.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with that.”

“Then put your big boy pants on and wine and dine her. I don’t know what to tell you, Bob. You need answers, and she needs her inhibitions loosened to open up.”

Bob rubbed a hand over his face. “Fine, invite them out. I’ll figure out who’s going to watch you, but you don’t touch Feathers or Dice with a ten foot pole,” he told her. “Natasha doesn’t know anything about us, according to Emery, and we’re going to keep it that way. Show her that we trust her as much as she trusts us.”

Morgan nodded in agreement. “Perfect! Now, tell me about your little crush on the new accountant.”

Bob dropped his head onto the table and groaned. When he straightened back up, Morgan was grinning mischievously. “I thought I said don’t start?”

“So you don’t deny the crush?”

“Of course I don’t deny it,” he replied curtly. “I just don’t want to talk about it.”

Bob was at Fitch’s early the next morning. Coyote had wanted to join him, but he’d declined. He’d stayed at Feathers with Morgan to make sure she got home safely, and Bob needed him rested and alert. 

Payback had been at the meeting. He nodded at Bob as he approached the bag he’d been practising with, and Bob paused to have a drink of water. 

“Coyote’s signed her up for some more intensive hand to hand combat drills,” Payback said in lieu of a greeting. Bob appreciated that small talk was pointless when there were bigger things to worry about. 

“That’s good,” Bob replied, trying to catch his breath. “Is she due in this morning?”

“Yeah, shortly. That was...quite a revelation she dropped last night,” he stated.

Bob chuckled humourlessly. “Yeah, don’t I know it. How’s her sister fitting in?”

Payback nodded at the shift in conversation. “Nat’s good. Got a few more women coming in for a boot camp she’s started and teaches a beginner self-defense class. Business as usual, really.”

Bob’s mind was elsewhere, and Payback took it as a sign to let him finish his workout in peace. When there were things to tell, he’d know. Until then, he’d keep his head down and focus on work, and keep Nat as in the dark as he could. 

Bob was grateful for the silence once again. He put his gloves back on and squared up with the bag, throwing a different sequence of hits. Part of him wanted to be done with his session before Emery arrived, but the other part wanted to see her. Talk to her and see how she slept. If he could be friendly with her, maybe she’d feel more obliged to share information about her past. Maybe there wouldn’t be a need for Morgan to intervene. 

There were too many moving parts. Too many variables. 

His next punch landed hard against the bag, causing it to swing and the chain holding it to rattle. 

“What did that poor bag ever do to you?”

Bob cracked a grin at Emery’s words, steadying the bag before he turned to face her. She looked amused. 

“Hey,” he greeted, shaking his head slightly at his own incompetence. “Didn’t know you’d be here this early.” Lie. 

Emery shrugged. “Yesterday was...a lot. You tried to prepare me, but I don’t think either of us anticipated how confronting it would be. I’m sorry if I fucked things up.”

“But you’re not sorry you said those things?”

He studied her as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. She looked poised, yet uncomfortable. Like apologising wasn’t what she’d planned on doing, but at least she looked like she meant it. 

“I do understand that there’s a lot I need to learn, and you tried to warn me to shut up. Both before the meeting and during...” she trailed off, tugging her ear anxiously. “No, I’m not sorry I said those things.”

Bob nodded in understanding. There were times he wished he had the nerve to speak up for himself like Emery had, but he had seen his father kill. He knew what he was capable of, and he had no doubt that Richard would kill his successor if he felt threatened. 

“I have a lot more questions, Emery,” he told her. “Uncomfortable ones. I know you’ve been overloaded with them already and that you need time to process, but we don’t have that luxury right now.”

Emery swallowed as she held his gaze. “I know. You and Coyote can come over around ten. I’ll try to be receptive.”

Bob gave her a soft smile, feeling like he was slowly getting somewhere. “Thank you. Oh, and by the way, Morgan wants to do some kind of girls’ night. If you’re interested, that is?”

“Isn’t that kind of...counterproductive right now? With everything going on?” She asked. 

“Yeah, I said the same thing, but she waved me off. She said to invite Natasha, too.”

“I assume Morgan’s under the same curfew as we all are, so who’s going to be watching us?”

Bob smiled slightly, grateful she was picking things up. “She suggested people you don’t know. People who’ll hang back and keep an eye on things from a distance, so Natasha doesn’t think anything of it.”

“I’ll think about it. I’m not much of a partier,” she said noncommittally. “I’ll see you later. Payback’s waiting for me.”

Bob watched her leave. The slight way of her hips caused his breath to catch. He’d never get over that perfect ass and the way her shorts clung to her. He willed himself to look away, but when his gaze wandered up her body, he caught her staring back at him over her shoulder. 

Busted. 

She smirked, having caught him, and he flushed something fierce as he tried to turn his attention back to the punching bag. He couldn’t help himself as he glanced back over at her, her eyes shining as they locked with his while she nodded at whatever Payback was saying. 

When she licked her lips, Bob thought he was going to combust. Head spinning as he tore his eyes away and removed his gloves, snatching his things and marching off to the changing rooms for a cold shower. He was nowhere near done with his workout, but if he let his thoughts deviate a second longer, he’d be pitching a painfully obvious tent in the middle of the gym. He’d already been caught staring. He didn’t need to be caught half mast surrounded by his insubordinates, especially not since one of them was the person of his desires. 

Emery.

He locked the door to the shower stall and turned the water on, making quick work of undressing. He fisted his cock before he stepped under the stream of water, trying to ease some of his discomfort. Biting his lip to stop the groan of pleasure that threatened to tear from his throat. The water aided his movements, his hand stroking his slick, hard cock with expert precision. Teasing his tip then working down to the base and squeezing. His breath stuttered as he rolled forward, legs spreading a little further. Hips matching his strokes as he reached his crescendo and spilled all over the tiled wall. Milking every drop of cum from his shaft with a satisfied smirk. 

Fuck, he was in trouble if he couldn’t keep himself together around her.

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kingpin ⦾ fourteen

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young  word count: 4074  warnings: mentions of loss, old friends, a revelation,

summary: in which richard floyd’s presence sparks more than a heated argument

thirteen | kingpin | fifteen

A young Emery laughs as Mickey, her best friend, drops his school bag and breaks out into a cartwheel. 

“My sisters taught me on the weekend when you couldn’t come over,” he tells her proudly, showcasing a toothy grin. “Maybe they can teach you too sometime!”

“That would be so cool!” Emery replies, grabbing his backpack and handing it towards him. “What’s it called again?”

“A cartwheel.”

They chatter idly as they navigate the streets from their school to Flo’s Diner where Emery’s mom works. By the time they arrive, they’re ready for a snack and Betty, Emery’s mom,  greets them with a wave. They settle into a booth and pull out their sheets of homework while Emery hands Mickey a pencil.

“Hey you two,” Betty says warmly, giving them both a hug. “I’ve just asked Reg if he can whip you both up a sandwich.”

“Thanks Mrs Young!”

“Thanks mom.” Emery grins. “Mickey showed me how his sisters taught him how to cartwheel over the weekend. Can I learn too?”

“Of course, bubby,” Betty assures her. “You’ll have to ask them nicely.”

“Nah, they’ll probably just teach you anyway,” Mickey interjects. Betty fondly ruffles his hair. “Did my mom say what time she’ll get us tonight?”

“Six o’clock, on the dot. Make sure you both help her with the dishes tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” they chime together. 

“How much homework did Mrs Lofroth give you today?”

“Some spelling and maths,” Emery replies. “But I finished my math homework at school.”

“And we’re learning about Rome, so we have to build a panther over the weekend,” Mickey adds.

“Parthenon,” Emery corrects. “Mickey can’t remember what it’s called.”

Emery hadn’t slept well. The last 40-odd hours had been full on, to say the least. Being asked questions about her mom and her loyalty…Emery wasn’t surprised that when she’d closed her eyes, she’d dreamt about her mom. Or her childhood best friend. 

It had been a much simpler time then. Mickey always had some crazy story or new trick he wanted to teach Emery. She’d been thinking about him a lot lately – mostly, what the hell happened to him and his family. They’d been such an important part of her life, and for them to just disappear made her heart sink. 

She was desperate for some answers; something from her past to keep her grounded now that times were changing. Now that she’d been brought in, to an extent. She’d chosen her job and her loyalty to the Floyd’s. Whether that was a smart decision was yet to be decided. 

Either way, she’d made her bed. Now she had to lie in it too. 

She was at work early after a morning training session at Fitch’s. Payback, Reuben, she wasn’t too sure what to call him, was kind enough to offer his help during her session. She really only wanted to hit something, so he made it productive. Giving her a few drills and hit combos to practice. Emery was grateful for his help, and thanked him once again after taking a quick shower. 

At work, she made herself some coffee and started making a dent in a few invoices that had come in. She knew her day was mostly going to be taken up with entering everyone’s hours into the payroll system so she could organise them being paid on time, but she didn’t want any bills to slip through the cracks. Making sure she checked over everything before starting on the wages. 

Emery enjoyed her job. She was thorough and careful to dot all her i’s and cross all her t’s. She was able to reach out to suppliers who hadn’t sent all their invoices that correlated to ones listed on the statements to ensure prompt payments. She ran regular reports to make sure the accounts were balanced and reconciled any differences she needed to. 

Her work was the only sense of normalcy she felt that she still had. The tedious number crunching was like a safety blanket; she knew it would always be there and comfort her. She could control 90% of what she normally did, and being thrown in the deep end of keeping the Floyd's books wasn’t going to be something she’d take lightly. It was a whole new ballgame she had to learn and keep track of, and that was going to take time. If she didn’t perform, or if things didn’t look right, she was scared about what would happen to her. 

Scared that they would go after her sister. 

She took a break when there was a knock on her door, looking up from her screens to see Bob standing in the doorway. 

“Yes?”

“Good morning,” he replied casually. 

Emery sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Is it still morning?” Glancing at the bottom corner of her screen, the time reflected Bob’s greeting. It was, in fact, still morning for another two minutes. 

“Afraid so,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as if he wanted to smile. “Callie said you got here before she did this morning.”

Emery nodded. “Couldn’t sleep,” she replied, watching him take a seat opposite her desk. “Thought I’d go to Fitch’s but, as it turns out, hitting something only made me more mad. So I gave up and came in early. Who’s Callie?”

Bob chuckled softly, crossing his left ankle over his right knee. “Halo,” he supplied.

“Right, naturally. Did you need something?”

Bob shuffled slightly in his chair. “As you know, my father’s back in town and called a meeting. Everyone who knows anything about what we do will be there. Your presence is required.” Emery bit the tip of her tongue to stop herself from saying what she wanted to say. “Say what you’re thinking.”

“You told me about this yesterday,” she reminded him, watching him nod slightly in acknowledgement. Clearly? she wasn’t the only one in her head today. “My presence is required,” she repeated. “You don’t want me there?”

“No,” he told her honestly. “Not yet, anyway. I know I can trust Coyote and a few others, but most of the people at this meeting are…seasoned contractors. Some of the most terrifying people I’ve ever met, but when I get scared, I go quiet and take everything in. What do you do when you’re scared?”

“Say that I’ll dig my own grave to save you the trouble,” she confessed sheepishly. 

Bob smiled like that was exactly what he’d been hoping to hear. It made Emery feel sick. “You can’t do that in this meeting.”

Emery swallowed the bile that rose in her throat, nodding slightly. “Is this meeting just an interrogation for me?”

“No,” Bob replied. “We’ll be discussing the best case of action for this Decker situation. I’ve been handling it so far, but my father still sits at the head of the table.”

“Morgan said things run better with you in charge,” Emery noted, watching his eyebrows raised slightly in surprise at the admission. 

“We don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things,” Bob replied hesitantly. Emery could tell he was carefully choosing his words. Making sure he didn’t say the wrong thing, or overshare. “I just…wanted to give you a heads up.”

Emery swallowed thickly. “Thank you.”

Emery was early to the meeting. Bob hadn’t specified a time, but she’d seen unknown people walking past her office. Some of them had paused to see who was sitting in Decker’s chair, while others headed straight for the board room. She signed out of her computer and locked her office before joining a few people in the room.

Bob was engaged in conversation with a man Emery noted was in police uniform, which made her wonder just how far the Floyd’s reach was. Whatever he was talking to the officer about was clearly not meant for anyone else’s ears, so she took a seat beside the only other person in the room she knew – Coyote. He gave her a tense nod as she settled in beside him.

“Don’t be nervous,” he told her. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I’m worried about saying the wrong thing,” she replied, chewing nervously on her bottom lip while picking at the skin around her fingernails. 

“You won’t,” he assured her. “You’re a new face here. People will be curious to see if you can hold your own. If you get too mouthy, I’ll start talking over you. If you hear me, you zip it, alright?”

“Yeah.” She swallowed thickly. “Thanks, Coyote.”

As more men, and a few women filled the room, Emery tried to memorise faces. She realised she hardly knew anyone, aside from Coyote, Halo, Payback and Bob. Of course, her realtor had shown up, Penny, as well as her landlord, Heather. Emery now felt stupid for having accepted Bob’s help to find an apartment, because she was living amongst, and working for, the mob. 

Emery watched Heather give Bob a hug and fuss with his hair. That kind of familiarity reminded her of her own mother, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She tried to pry her eyes away, feeling like she was invading by watching them interact. Her gaze settling upon the cop who was busy talking to Payback. There was something about him…she couldn’t figure out what exactly. 

“Who’s the cop?” She asked Coyote. 

“Fanboy,” he supplied. “Poked around a bit much. Bob took a liking to him. Found some dirt on him. Now he’s one of us.”

Emery nodded at the information. “He have a real name?”

“Sure he does,” Coyote replied with a chuckle. “No one here calls him by it, though.”

“Right, because the nickname shtick isn’t a dead giveaway that your organisation is different,” Emery replied, sarcasm laced throughout her tone. 

“Our organisation.”

“That’s exactly what I was telling you not to do,” Bob commented, making both her and Coyote turn to face him. “Bite your tongue.”

“At this rate, I’ll bite it off before this meeting is over,” she told him. “Sorry, that’s the last time. Just needed to get it out of my system.”

He gave her an understanding smile, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Just breathe. You’ll be fine.”

His words brought her some comfort, but not much. She took a shaky breath as he took the seat Coyote vacated beside her, opting to stand behind them instead. Emery figured he usually stood in these kinds of meetings – chairs were sparse and those who sat seemed to hold an air of importance. It made her want to stand. 

Sensing her thoughts, Bob reached out and placed his hand over hers, slightly shaking his head to warn against it. Silence slowly washed over everyone as heavy footsteps thundered down the hallway. Bob patted her hand reassuringly as the door swung open, revealing a large, pot-bellied man. His size was intimidating, and Bob’s hand had been withdrawn. He sat up a little straighter and Emery copied his movements, watching the man walk towards the free chair in front of his wife whom he failed to acknowledge. 

“Is this everyone?”

Emery stilled at his words, his voice familiar. She knew him – not really. She knew of him. 

“Everyone stateside,” Bob replied. He received a grunt in response which only made Emery shift slightly as a shiver worked its way up her spine. 

Emery stilled as his gaze moved from Bob to her. She did her best to hold his eye, but she remembered him. He’d been younger back then, all muscle instead of his current stature. She felt like he was looking through her, rather than at her. 

“I called this meeting because we have reason to believe Dominic Decker is working with the Russians. You’re the one who discovered that he was stealing from me, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied formally. 

“How much?” 

“Five million so far.”

“You think there’s more?”

“He’s stolen from the mob,” she pointed out. “He’s going to die either way. Why would he stop there?”

Despite the murmurs of agreement, Bob shuffled beside her, a silent warning to bite her tongue. Emery was determined to hold her ground. She believed her statement to be true…if there were any paper records that predated the use of their current payroll system, she knew they’d find more evidence. 

He grunted in response. “Hangman has tracked Decker down in Ecuador. He was seen with Sergei Popov. We used to buy guns from Popov over thirty years ago.”

“Hangman and Rooster have heard chatter that Decker wants to hire a gun to kill Richard. My best guess is that the Russians will want to see the job through themselves,” Bob added. “It’s likely they won’t stop with Richard.”

“Until we know more, nobody travels alone. Popov will stop at nothing to exterminate us. This will be the last meeting we hold together until this mess is cleaned up. The less we’re all in the same place, the harder it will be for them to take us out.”

Men started talking over one another, trying to discuss the next steps. 

“He wants you dead,” an older man with dark hair by Richard’s side pointed out. His words brought silence across the room. “I’m assuming you and Heather will need a security detail?”

“The farm has better vantage points. We’d be able to see them coming if they came to take you out,” a white haired man commented. 

“We’re staying in the city,” Richard said with finality. “We’ve waged wars before and not once have I had to leave my home.”

“Mav and Ice are right though,” Bob replied, drawing everyone’s attention toward him. “We can protect the farm, we can’t protect a townhouse. Two of our best shooters are chasing Decker and trying to find out exactly what the hit on you includes. Given that it’s your life that’s been threatened, and by that same token, my mom’s, you need to get underground. You take your most trusted men and you disappear. If I don’t know where you are, then Decker can’t use me to get to you.”

Emery wanted to pay attention as Richard started speaking again. She wanted to know what was going on, but he struck a nerve with her. Something about him didn’t sit right. Her eyes wandered around the room, taking in the many faces of everyone else present. 

Every time she tried to move past the cop, she got stuck. Taking in his features, wondering why he also looked familiar. He was young – too young to have been the officer who’d told her that her mom had died. She could’ve sworn he’d been there that night, but he couldn’t have been older than 25. It would’ve made him…holy shit. 

It would’ve made him about ten. Three months older than Emery, if she remembered correctly. 

“Betsy, if you can’t pay attention and answer my questions, I have no need for you!” Richard boomed. 

Right, Emery thought. Probably should’ve focused on listening a bit better. 

She swallowed thickly as she rose to her feet, placing her hands on the table in front of her as she stared Richard down. “I remember you, you know?” She told him. “You owned the diner where my mom worked before she was killed. Isn’t that right, Coyote?”

“Yes, ma’am,” came Coyote’s response. 

Emery didn’t turn to look at him. She was seething and wanted Richard to know just how pissed she was. “My name is Emery, not Betsy. And my mom’s name was Betty, but you didn’t care enough to try and learn it, let alone remember it. You’re a disgrace. My mother was killed in your diner, and if I were to wager a guess, she came to the same conclusion that I did, she works for the mob.”

The room was silent as everyone stared between Emery and Richard. She knew she should have done what Bob said and kept her mouth shut, but he stayed quiet beside her. She didn’t know if he was brave or a coward for doing so, but she couldn’t care less. 

A slimy grin took hold of Richard’s mouth, his eyes dark as he stared at her. She wanted to run. Wanted to hide. Her stomach in knots, she felt sick, but she held her ground. 

“Yes, a shame, really. That robbery,” he said, a chill rippling through Emery’s body. She hated how he had the power to cause such a reaction with only his words. She hated that she flinched. Hated that she still felt like that timid nine year old in the diner.

“Emery,” Bob’s tone was low, a warning. “Sit down.”

She disregarded his comment, turning to look back at the cop. Mickey. Her childhood best friend. He looked slightly pained by her outburst, the revelation. Familiar brown eyes pleading with her to stop talking, jaw set hard. 

Emery didn’t sit back down. She did probably the smartest thing she could’ve done, and that was leave. Even though not a single word was spoken, she knew Bob would have something to say when she finally faced the music. For now, though, she needed to be alone. It was the only way she wouldn’t get herself into more trouble. 

She locked herself in her office, kicking her heels off and freeing her hair from its clip. She’d taken it from the bathroom at home – it was Nat’s. She thought it’d make her feel more put together. It didn’t. 

With a sigh, she roughly ran her hands through her hair, shaking it out as she sat down in one of the comfy chairs. Her breathing was deep, purposeful. An attempt to calm herself down after doing the one thing she’d promised she wouldn’t do – run her mouth. 

Fuck this, she thought. Richard’s comment had pissed her off. Pieces of the puzzle slowly started to form as she went off on her tangent, and then he’d sent her over the edge. It was clearly more than a robbery, like she’d thought for the last decade and a half. Maybe she hadn’t been told the full story because she was a kid, but either way, she wanted to know everything. 

She wanted the police report that Coyote had scraped together for her background check. She wanted to ask Mickey if he could dig some more, but she was kind of mad at him too. 

He stood there silently, but she saw recognition in his eyes. Desperation. They needed to talk, but she couldn’t do that in the office. She knew better than to get his number and talk over the phone, and her apartment was off limits. Bob said he hadn’t had time to bug the place, but she didn’t want to take any chances. If Heather saw Mickey leaving, she’d likely tell Bob. 

Emery didn’t have any safe space away from the Floyd’s. She doubted that Mickey would either. 

She waited, wondering who was going to enter her office first. Watching people through the frosted glass of her office door as they retreated down the hall. The meeting clearly over…for now. 

Bob didn’t knock as he opened the door, “My office,” he told her. Emery followed him out into the hallway and into his own office where Coyote, Halo and Fanboy all waited patiently. 

Mickey stood to the side awkwardly as Emery gave him a once over. Bob closed the office door behind her, accepting the drink of dark, golden liquor that Coyote handed him and taking a sip. 

“Emery?” Coyote asked, tilting the bottle in her direction. She nodded. 

“How badly did I fuck up?” She asked, not addressing anyone in particular, but keeping her eyes on Bob for any sign that his mask would slip. She hated when he was hard to read, stoic almost. This way, she had no way to gauge off his facial expressions. 

He made himself comfortable behind his desk, gesturing to everyone else to take a seat. She settled into a chair beside Halo, swirling the liquor around the sides of the glass that Coyote handed to her. Unable to lift her eyes to meet anyone else’s, but mostly to avoid staring at Bob. He was always staring at her, she found. It made her squirm, but she didn’t hate it. 

“Richard can’t fault that you’re doing an impeccable job tidying up Decker’s mess,” Bob started. 

“Why don’t you call him ‘dad?’” Emery asked. When she finally looked up at him, he seemed amused by the question. “It’s always Richard, never dad. Just an observation.”

“He was never much of a father,” he replied, putting an end to her conversation before it strayed too far. “He’s appreciative of the work you’ve done and will continue to do.”

Emery sensed there was a ‘but’ coming. 

“But,” bingo. “He never wants to see you again.” The feeling’s mutual. “I believe the way he put it went something like, ‘if you can’t put a muzzle on that bitch I will bury her next to her whore mother.’”

Emery’s gaze burned through Bob and he had the decency to look ashamed to have even repeated what was said to him. 

“What were you thinking?” He asked her. 

“He called me Betsy, just like he did to my mom. It was dismissive and ignorant, and I couldn’t stop myself from telling him as much. He’s a bully.”

“He’s a fucking Don, Emery. You don’t challenge him unless you want to meet your end a lot sooner than God intended.”

“Don’t sit there and preach to me like you didn’t suggest I dig my own grave on fucking Monday. It’s Wednesday, Robert, in case you forgot. I’ve known about this whole organisation for less than 72 hours. How the fuck would I have known you don’t challenge a Don? What the fuck is a Don? Shouldn’t he have a cooler nickname like Coyote, or Halo?”

She deliberately didn’t mention Fanboy. She didn’t want to talk about Mickey, or give him any ideas his nickname was cool. 

“Until he’s dead, he’s in charge,” Bob stated. 

“Maybe we should just let Decker kill him, hm? All those in favour?” 

Emery raised her hand, but knew no one was stupid enough to challenge Bob like she was doing. She knew better than to look around for support. To him, it looked like he’d forgotten there were more people around. He looked at her with a fire of his own shining in his eyes and an upturned lip. She’d seen a similar look on his father’s face earlier, but for some reason it didn’t come across as creepy. It was slightly…no, don’t go there, Emery. 

“When he dies, you’re in charge, right?” She continued. 

“Enough, Emery,” he warned her. 

“Why, is your office bugged too?”

“Your office isn’t bugged,” Bob told her. 

“Did you have Coyote remove them?”

“Yes, but we’re getting off topic,” he said, the smile soon fading from his face. “You made quite the impression on everyone.”

She stared at him blankly, slowly blinking and she waited for him to continue. It was Halo who broke the silence. 

“Are you left, there was a discussion about the diner. About your mother,” she said. “And the name of the account Decker has been channeling funds to.”

“Let me guess, you think the B-Y in the account name stands for Betty Young,” Emery said, meeting her eyes. “I wish I could deny it, but I have no idea if she even knew him.”

“Do you think it’s possible they were connected in some way?” Coyote asked. 

Emery thought back as hard as she could. She didn’t remember much of her childhood, aside from the moments she felt the happiest. There was that one day that shadowed the rest, obviously. Thinking back about every time she was at the diner with her mother, trying to remember the faces of the customers and wondering why Dion stood out so much. 

“Do you have that picture of Decker I saw the other day?” Emery asked Bob. “Or one where he was maybe twenty years younger?”

“What are you thinking, Emery?” Mickey asked as Bob logged into his emails and found the photo she’d seen yesterday morning. 

Emery turned the phone to face Mickey. “Imagine him twenty years younger. Slight salt and pepper beard. Friendly smile, always said ‘hi’ to us in the diner.”

Mickey’s jaw tensed as he looked at Emery over the top of the phone. “Dion?”

Emery swallowed the contents of her glass. “Dion.”

author’s note: how y’all doing? i know @yuckosworld caught how the FBY account name could be For Betty Young, but did anyone else have their suspicions?

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kingpin ⦾ thirteen

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young  word count: 2364  warnings: mentions of loss, grief, feeling lost, lies

summary: in which bob’s apparently not such a bad guy…

twelve | kingpin | fourteen

Emery often found herself wondering what her mother would do or say whenever she found herself in new situations. She wondered if her mom would be comforting or critique her choices. She wondered if she’d be thrilled or disappointed. 

It had been fifteen years since her mother had passed away. Fifteen years since she’d been thrust into the system and bounced around foster homes. She’d met Natasha when she was thirteen and they’d stayed in touch once Nat aged out of foster care. 

Natasha had been kind, compassionate and understanding. She’d helped Emery come out of her shell, told Emery she could come and stay during the weekends. When Natasha decided to go to college, she snuck Emery into her dorm room during the weekends so she still had somewhere to go. 

Natasha became the only true family that Emery had left. 

It sucked, because she remembered her time with Mrs Garcia and her family fondly. They’d been there for her mother’s funeral, hell, she’d been asleep on their couch when the police arrived to tell Emery about her mom’s death. Mrs Garcia had argued with the police to let Emery stay the rest of the night – that she could go with the social worker in the morning. Her world had just been torn apart, surely they had a heart and could see the Garcia’s were practically all she had left. 

She’d continued to go to school with Mickey, the youngest of the Garcia children, until they started high school. Her foster family lived too far away to let her attend the same school as her only friend, and she unfortunately lost contact with Mickey. His family had moved to the city almost a year later, but Emery wasn’t alone for long. Three months later, Natasha came into her life. 

Emery wondered if they were still in the city and how easy it would be to find them now. Now that she was older and had the means to track people down. She wondered if they’d ever tried to find her once they’d moved away. 

She was in her head during the car ride to work. Even if Bob had tried to talk to her, there was no way she’d heard him. 

She didn’t register stopping so he could grab them something to eat, or that they’d made it to work and her food still sat on the dash in front of her. The only thing she wanted right now was a hug from her mom and some words of encouragement, but Emery couldn’t even remember what her voice sounded like. 

Emery’s vision shifted from the empty parking space outside the window to a confused looking Bob. 

“My mom would hate this for me. She told me about the mob growing up. I always suspected that she somehow got involved in something she shouldn’t have and that’s why she died. That diner was always so quiet, you know?” She said, barely registering any hit of recognition on his face. “Her boss was mean, but he let her give me her staff dinner and do my homework at the table until Mrs Garcia picked me up. I just want her to be proud of me.”

She whispered the last part like she was ashamed and Bob reached out to help her from the car. 

“She is proud of you. How could she not be? You’re smart, funny, and determined. You’ve put me in my place more times than anyone has ever dared to. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Emery,” he assured her.

“And yet I’m working for the mob,” she confessed, pulling her hand from his own and immediately missing the warmth and comfort it had provided. “My mother is rolling in her grave.”

She walked ahead of Bob, needing to get away. Needing space. She was glad he gave it to her.

“Emery,” he called after her.

She sighed before turning to look at him. “Yes?”

“Coyote will be here shortly. You need to eat before you join us.” He held out the breakfast sandwich as he closed the gap between them. She took it and let her arm fall to her side. “Please eat. There’s a lot we have to go over, and unfortunately, your expertise means you’ll be able to help things move faster.”

She turned around instead of replying and walked to her office, letting the door slam closed behind her. Ignoring Bob was easier than arguing with him. He always seemed to have an answer, or something to say that eased her conscience. This way, he didn’t have the chance to get in her head.

Emery slumped down at her desk and kicked off her heels. She felt stuffy in the clothes picked out for her by Coyote. They still had the tags on them when she’d changed earlier, and she’d wondered how the hell he knew what size she wore. She quickly changed into a pair of sweats and a loose tee, removing the clip from her hair and redoing it into her usual pony. Feeling slightly more at ease, she begrudgingly grabbed the breakfast sandwich and made her way to Bob’s office. 

She knocked thrice upon hearing chatter behind the closed door. When Bob signaled to come in, she opened the door and found Coyote hunched behind Bob’s chair as they both stared at his computer screen. 

Emery paused with her hand still on the doorknob as Bob gave her a once over, not as subtle as he usually did. He didn’t say anything, but gestured to the seats in front of him. She closed the door for safe measure before taking a seat, pulling her legs underneath her and peeling back the wrapper on the sandwich.

“Do you know much about how overseas bank accounts work?” Bob asked her, his eyes moving back to the screen in front of him. “We’re trying to search through the past transactions but nothing shows up.”

Emery slowly chewed her food, waiting for him to realise how stupid of a question that actually was. She chose not to answer when he looked back at her, instead, making a show of taking another bite of her sandwich. She was answering by not answering – she had no idea how they worked, and up until now, she had no need to learn. 

Coyote clicked on first, mentioning to Bob that she had no reason to know. Bob sighed in response. 

“Can you take a look and try to figure it out?” Bob asked her. It was a much more reasonable request, but also a way of knowing if she would actually cooperate. 

Emery nodded and wrapped her sandwich back up. Setting it on his desk before sitting in the chair he’d just vacated. The two men stood behind her, watching her click away as she tried to navigate the foreign system. It took some work before she found the statements page and ran a statement for the last six months. She downloaded it as a PDF and opened it, using the search function to find the account they were looking for. 

“Bingo,” she said. “There’s the account. Five transactions in the last six months.”

“If there’s been a transaction every month, where’s the latest one?” Bob asked, leaning a little closer to check the dates. 

“I’m assuming it’s not an automatic transfer,” Emery replied. “You should probably change the login password for any of these accounts you have overseas. Just to make sure he doesn’t try to transfer any more money to himself.”

Bob hummed as she slid the keyboard and mouse towards him. Emery slid out of the chair before picking up her sandwich and sitting down in the original chair she occupied. She honestly wasn’t that hungry, but if it got Bob off her back for even two seconds, she’d keep eating. 

Bob looked stressed as the morning wore on. Emery continued to help print statements from their offshore accounts, while Coyote skimmed them to find the account in question. He highlighted every transaction to FBY and tallied up the total, while Bob paced and cursed under his breath. 

“Do you think my father knew?” Bob asked, though Emery wasn��t sure if he was looking for an answer. “I really don’t want to make this call.”

“You have to,” Coyote told him. 

“It’s safer if they stay out of the city,” Bob told him. “Hangman reached out early this morning. Decker’s trying to hire someone to take him out. Rooster’s heard chatter from other channels, too, so I have no idea how many hitmen Decker could’ve hired. If they’re at the farm, mom is safe.”

“Decker knows about the farm,” Coyote reminded him. “They need to be in the city.”

Bob’s jaw ticked as he rubbed his face. “Take Emery for coffee.”

Emery stood without prompting and followed Coyote out of the office. She dipped into her office to change before Coyote led her out of the building.

“How are you handling everything?” Coyote asked. Emery wasn’t sure what to make of the question. Was he genuinely interested, or asking to report back to Bob.

“I haven’t forgiven you for running a background check on me,” she responded, earning a small laugh in response. 

“I don’t expect to be forgiven. It was necessary. Everyone goes through the same process,” he told her. 

“Did you buy these clothes or break into my apartment?” Emery asked. 

“I bought them.”

Emery hummed as they fell into silence, the road busy as they crossed and entered a coffee shop. 

“How long have you worked for Bob?”

“Not long, in the grand scheme of things,” he told her. “What do you want?”

“Chamomile tea, thank you,” she replied, taking a seat as he ordered. When he joined her, she eyed him cautiously. “Are you always so vague?”

“We’re in public, Emery,” he reminded her with a look. She sighed and stared out the window at the passing cars and foot traffic. “He’s not so bad, you know?”

“How so?”

“I know you think he’s intense, probably overbearing, am I right?” Emery nodded at his questions. “He has to be. Would you take him seriously otherwise?”

“No, probably not.”

Coyote gave her a smile. “Exactly. There’s a lot going on right now, more so than normal. He said you read the email this morning.”

“Yeah, I did,” she confirmed. “I feel like I’m in over my head.”

“The good news is that he doesn’t know who you are, or your sister,” he said, and strangely enough, Emery found comfort in that. “Bob said you recognised him.”

“What does that mean?”

“Hopefully nothing,” he told her. “But I’m going to talk to Bob about some more intensive training for you, just in case. Is that okay?”

Emery nodded, her throat suddenly dry. 

“It’s my job to think about these things,” he explained further. “Prepare for every outcome. If there’s any reason for you to worry, you’ll be told.”

“Okay,” she said quietly. When their drinks were ready, they stood up and made their way back. 

Emery didn’t feel like talking. She’d finished her tea by the time they made it back and threw her cup in the trash, sitting back down in Bob’s office as both she and Coyote waited for him to return. 

“What else do you do for your job?” She asked him. “I know that you do background checks and expect the worst, but is that all?”

He chuckled softly. “I do a lot. Recon is my specialty, especially since joining the Floyd’s. Mostly, I’m here for whatever Bob needs, you know? He calls, I answer.”

Emery nodded. “Yeah, I think I get that.”

Bob chose that moment to rejoin them, blowing out an exasperated breath as he crossed the room and sat down in his chair. 

“Didn’t go well, I suppose?” Coyote asked. 

Bob laughed humourlessly. “Not at all.” He yanked his tie off and dropped it on his desk, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt. “They’re coming back to the city. He wants everyone in town for a meeting tomorrow. Emery, you’ll join us. Daddy dearest wants to meet you.”

By the time Emery made it home, she was exhausted. Grateful that Nat was still at the gym, she took a shower and tried to think of something to tell her about why she didn’t come home last night. Deciding to stick to the truth as much as she could, she took the time to dry her hair and changed into some comfy clothes. 

She was lounging on the couch when Nat finally arrived home and dropped her keys in the bowl by the door.

“Hey,” Emery greeted nonchalantly.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me as if I haven’t sent you multiple texts and tried to call you several times in the last twenty four hours,” Nat told her. “You sounded off on the phone last night. I’ve been worried sick!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Emery apologised sheepishly. “I really did have to stay late last night. I went through some reports with Bob and his sister, Morgan, about their casino and strip club.”

“Okay…and?” She pried. 

“It’s boring shit, honestly. I crashed at Morgan’s. Had a few too many Jack and coke’s, which, I know, is not like me at all. Especially on a Monday. I’ve only just put my phone on charge since I got home. I’m sorry I had you worrying.”

Nat ran her hand through her hair. “I know you had reservations about this job. What you said about their previous accountant retiring out of the blue and then you being weird on the phone…I jumped to conclusions. Then with no texts all day today.” She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thought. “It’s odd seeing you let your hair down, even if I didn’t see it, you know?”

Emery grinned. “Yeah, it’s weird for me too,” she said with a laugh. “I’ll be more vigilant about keeping my phone charged in the future, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed. “So, Bob has a sister, huh?”

“I know. It makes him seem kind of normal,” Emery admitted, earning a laugh from Nat. “Less intense, you know?”

author’s note: it really kicks off from the next chapter so i hope y’all are ready 🤭

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kingpin ⦾ twelve

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young word count: 2683 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], bob jerks off, sass,

summary: in which emery is still trying to get her mind around the new development in her career

author’s note: it’s been a minute since i last updated 😅

eleven | kingpin | thirteen

Bob was awake early. He didn’t mean to be, but knowing Emery was asleep down the hall frustrated him to no end. 

The second he’d crawled into bed, he’d imagined her next to him. He’d had to remind himself several times that it wasn’t a smart idea trying to jack off while she was in his house and could easily hear him, but the thought had only spurred him on more. He’d rutted against the mattress, hips rolling and seeking a delicious friction as he imagined her beneath him. 

He’d groaned softly into his pillow and rolled onto his back, desperately willing himself to tone it down. He couldn’t be thinking about all the different ways he’d take her. So he’d gone into the garage to take his frustrations out in the gym he had set up. It wasn’t much, a couple of weights and a bag hung from one of the rafters, but it was enough. 

When his phone rang shortly after five, he reached for it after reracking his weights. It was an unknown caller, but Bob knew it would be Hangman. 

“Hello?” Bob greeted curiously.

“He’s made contact with me,” Hangman replied. “Wants to hire me for a job.”

“Interesting,” Bob mused. “What’s the job?”

“He wants you and Morgan out of the picture,” Hangman revealed, careful not to say too much. Bob appreciated his caution. 

There was a reason Hangman was the best; he knew when to reveal information and when to keep it to himself. The man himself was a ghost – a myth. He carefully chose who he revealed his identity to, usually because it would benefit him. As of right now, at this moment, Bob still had no idea what he looked like. Only two men at his disposal knew what Hangman looked like, and even then, Bob knew Hangman thought it was too many. 

He’d trusted Rooster, another gun for hire, and Coyote. Hangman had told Bob that Coyote knew because he helped him out in Oslo a few years ago, but the man had completed jobs for Hangman for many years. It took an unfortunate situation for Hangman to reveal himself to Coyote, but Rooster was a mystery. Bob wondered why him when Rooster could use it against Hangman, but the two were close. Even if he wanted to find out how or why, neither man would openly discuss it. 

So Bob left it alone. 

“Anything about my father or mother?” Bob asked. He needed to know if it posed an immediate threat to their safety. Richard and Heather were out of state. They had no men around in case shit popped off. 

There was some shuffling on Hangman’s side. “Ideally, he wants you all gone. He knows it’ll be easier for me to get to you and your sister. I don’t have anything concrete yet, but I’m going to suggest a meeting. I want his exact location, and I’m going to call in the chicken to cover my six. Wanted to give you a heads up.”

“I appreciate it,” Bob replied. “You think he’s made contact with anyone else for this same job?”

“Bird brain’s heard whispers,” he replied. Bob enjoyed how he never used the same nickname for Rooster. Years of practice, he assumed. “I’m curious how many people would be interested in taking this job.”

“There’s a lot of people who’d be eager to say farewell to my father,” Bob agreed. “It’s whether any of the players accept before you have the chance to.”

“I’ll send through what I’ve got.”

“I assume you’ve already called your friend?”

Hangman hummed. “He’s got his wings,” he replied, meaning he’s already on a plane heading towards Ecuador. He ended the call without saying goodbye. 

Bob wiped down his equipment before making his way to the kitchen and opening his laptop that sat on the dining table. He logged into his emails on a secure server before brewing a pot of coffee and waiting for Hangman to send through the updated encrypted file on Decker. 

Bob clicked through the photos Hangman had taken of both Decker and his wife, Lynn. There were a few photos of Decker seeming to stare directly down the lens of the camera, but Bob knew better. Hangman would’ve posed as a tourist, blending into the background. His camera would’ve been covert, in either a frame of sunglasses or the button of a shirt. 

The file noted everywhere Decker had visited for the last few days. Hangman was good. Stalking his prey like a well-trained predator that came from years of practice. Bob had forgotten all about the coffee as he read through everything Hangman had found out. Where Decker was staying, the alias’ he and his wife were using, the people he’d seen Decker associate with. 

Hangman had checked them all out, and only two were of any importance to Bob. The first person was a woman who’d taken precaution with her disguise. Hangman had noted it’d taken some time to figure out who she was and why she was meeting with Decker. Her name was Fiona, an Ecuador local, who’d lived in the US for a few years. She seemed to be helping Decker with whatever he needed, so their paths must’ve crossed at some point that she’d lived stateside, Bob assumed. 

The next person was Sergei Popov, a Russian arms dealer. He used to have a steady stream of income from the Floyd’s back in the 80’s and early 90’s, but dwindled down in size at the turn of the century. Richard had been in communication with the Bouchard’s, a Canadian family who provided the same number of weapons for half the cost the Russian’s did. 

Bob knew Popov held a grudge. He’d gone after the Bouchard’s in retaliation, effectively ending the Canadian family business. Richard had refused to broker a new deal with Popov, which had pissed off the Russian, and for years he’d tried to have Richard killed. Each time, he’d failed. Richard was always one step ahead of him, and now it seemed like Decker had been a mole. Bob assumed he’d been leaking information to Popov, which made his father’s suspicions seem true after all these years. 

Decker wasn’t loyal to Richard Floyd, he was loyal to his native home of Mother Russia, and Sergei Popov. 

Bob groaned as he ran his hands over his face. The call to his father wasn’t going to be fun, and it was likely that Popov planned another attack. He’d been silent for the last five years, biding his time. War was coming to Los Angeles, but not if Bob got ahead of it.

“Who’s that?” Emery asked. 

She’d been quiet as she entered the small dining area. Bob had been too engrossed in the new information to hear her sneak up behind him.

“Dominic Decker. Your predecessor,” Bob replied.

“I’ve seen him before,” she said. Bob turned in his seat to look at her as she leaned closer to the screen of his laptop. “I was hoping it wasn’t him.”

“What wasn’t him?” Bob asked.

“The man from the diner. This was him. He was telling someone on the phone about five million dollars and Ecuador and Floyd,” she replied, not making any sense to Bob.

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “You heard a man in a diner talking on the phone about stealing five million dollars from Floyd and fleeing to Ecuador?” He tried his best to piece the information together. Emery nodded solemnly and he let out a small, frustrated groan. 

“He was talking loudly but I was pretending like I couldn’t hear him,” she said. “I felt like I was being watched that night, after hearing that phone call. I didn’t sleep at all, and every noise I heard, I thought I was going to die. But that’s definitely him.”

“Are you saying he’s stolen five million dollars from me?” Bob asked, trying to keep his anger in check. It wasn’t Emery’s fault. She hadn’t known what she’d heard, and even then, why would she trust Bob? 

“Okay, in hindsight, I probably should’ve told you this earlier, but I didn’t know it was the same guy. I also didn’t want to believe I was working for the mob, so I didn’t mention it at all. What would you have done in my shoes?” She asked him, standing back and crossing her arms over her chest. 

Her hair was mussed and she had creases on her cheek from the pattern on the pillow, dressed in an oversized tee of Bob’s and a pair of cotton boxers he’d lent her. Coyote had overlooked the fact she needed clothes to sleep in, so he’d grabbed her something he thought she’d be comfortable in. Seeing her in his clothes, after unloading a bunch of new information about Decker, was short-circuiting his brain. 

“I would’ve likely done the same thing,” he revealed, voice strained, which he hoped she’d think was from anger. It wasn’t. 

“Okay,” she said, dropping her arms back to her sides. Bob’s eyes darted to the stiff peaks of her nipples, visible through the shirt, and he swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, if that matters at all.”

Bob gave her a curt nod and turned his attention back to the screen. “There’s coffee in the pot. I need to take a shower.”

“Yeah, you stink,” she agreed. He laughed softly, but he needed her to walk away. The bulge in his boxers would be hard to hide if he wasn’t sitting down. 

Hearing her grab a mug from the cupboard, he quickly beelined down the hallway and locked himself in the bathroom. 

“Get a fucking grip, Robert,” he told himself, stripping before turning the shower on and stepping under the cold stream as his hand firmly stroked his painfully hard length until he was seeing stars. 

When Bob joined Emery in the kitchen, his cheeks were rosy and his hair was still damp, but he’d changed into some slacks and a button up. She had taken his spot at the table, sipping her coffee as she read the report from Hangman. 

“You sure you want to be reading that?” He asked tentatively. 

“No, but it’s too late now,” she replied. She’d pulled her hair up into a messy bun that sat on the top of her head and continued to scroll through the report. “Who’s Sergei Popov?”

“Ex-Russian Special Forces. Huge arms dealer,” he said, helping himself to a mug of coffee. 

“Is Decker working with him?”

“Seems that way,” he answered, taking a seat next to her. “He and his wife are hiding in Ecuador.”

Emery hummed in response. Of course, she already knew that. “You don’t have any food in your fridge.”

“No, we’ll get something on the way to work,” he dismissed her. “You should get ready. I’m going to need your help to comb through the other accounts today.”

Emery nodded slowly and rose to her feet. “It’s not like I have any say in the matter, right?”

“Don’t be like that, Emery. Of course you have a say,” he assured her. 

“The option was this or death, and since I prefer my head attached to my shoulders, I had to choose this,” she replied, folding her arms over her chest defiantly. “Doesn’t mean I’m happy about it, so if you expected me to just roll over and take it, you have another thing coming for you.”

“Is that a threat?” He challenged, unable to stop his mouth from turning into a smirk.

“It’s a promise, Robert,” she replied. “You expect people to be paid for doing your bidding? Fine, that goes through me. You expect me to fall into line because you threatened my life?” She paused to laugh. “You’re not the first man to try and throw his power in my face. You’re not the first man to try and intimidate me. Fear doesn’t earn respect. Knowledge does. I bet you thought you were smarter than me.”

Emery started to pace around the table. Bob sat and watched her curiously to see where she was taking this conversation. 

“I bet you thought it’d be easy to manipulate me. Get me to do things bit by bit until you have enough to blackmail me over to get me to stick around. Am I getting close?”

“Yes,” he said, not bothering to deny it. 

Emery nodded like she’d just proven something. “What bothered you more, the fact that Decker stole millions from you and you didn’t know it, or that I figured it out within my first couple of weeks?”

She stared him down, hands braced on the back of the chair on the opposite side of the table, daring him to speak. 

“None of that bothers me, Emery,” Bob replied calmly. “You said you were smart, but I was hoping you were naïve. You keep surprising me, and that bothers me. I’m good at reading a situation and figuring out every conceivable outcome, and not once did I think Decker was taking us for a ride, and not once did I think you would figure it out first. He’s been family for so long that the betrayal is ten times worse, but you figured it out like that.” He snapped his fingers for emphasis. “What are the chances that a down-on-her-luck accountant responded to a job advertised by the mob? Or that you overheard a conversation that had your suspicions running amok before you applied for the job? My best guess is that you were curious, maybe only a small part of you, but it’s there. You never imagined that you’d land yourself in bed with the mob, did you?”

Bob slowly rose to his feet, keeping his hands on the table in front of him as he held her gaze. He saw her swallow, but her gaze remained unwavered. She stood her ground and Bob respected that. 

“I’m not trying to throw my power in your face,” he continued. “I’m not trying to intimidate you. I am who I am, and you are who you are. The question here is; are you someone who is on my side? If you are, then I understand the sass, I understand the need to make it known that I can’t walk all over you, I understand the need to control the narrative. But you need to understand that I am your boss. Just because you think you are invaluable to me, doesn’t mean I can’t replace you with someone who won’t challenge my authority. Am I making myself clear?”

“So I can sass you when it’s just us?” She clarified, bringing a small smile to Bob’s face. 

“I enjoy the sass,” he confessed. “I enjoy having you around, but I won’t be challenged in front of anyone. If you’re present during meetings from here on out, and I say something that is wrong or that you don’t agree with, you bite your tongue and raise your concerns in private.”

Emery dropped her gaze to the table and finally released her grip on the back of the chair, standing up properly again. She nodded slowly before meeting his eye once again. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time. I don’t know how to process this and the one person who’d help me make any sense of the situation, I can’t tell. I feel stuck.”

“I understand the position you’re in, and you’re not the first. Penny was much the same,” he said, watching as her eyes narrowed into slits and regretting saying Penny’s name.

“Is there anything that you did for me out of the kindness of your own heart and not to further your own fucking agenda?!”

“Go and get dressed, Emery. We have work to do.”

As much as Bob hated being the reason why she was pissed off, he enjoyed the view as she stormed down the hallway and slammed the bedroom door shut. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he muttered,“you’ve really done it this time, Bob.”

[bobgasm-library]

AU WRITING CHALLENGE

I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while, and what better time than now?!

I’ve compiled a list of AU prompts and specific tropes for this challenge. The idea is to step out of your comfort zone and try something new (who knows, you might absolutely love it!)

RULES:

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AU PROMPTS:

academic au

actor au

ancient rome au

arranged marriage au

assassin au

athlete au

bartender au

bodyguard au

bounty hunter au

camgirl/camboy au

ceo au

chef au

cowboy au

demon au

fairytale au

guardian angel au

historical au

hitchhiker au

hospital au

kidnapping au

lifeguard au

lumberjack au

mafia/mob au

magic au

mechanic au

mermaid au

model au

office/coworker au

omegaverse au

pirate au

reincarnation au

road trip au

roommate au

rockstar au

royalty au

soulmate au

slasher au

spy au

sugar daddy au | @cottagecori

teacher/professor/tutor au

time travel au

vampire au

vigilante au

TROPES:

age gap

best friend

blind date

enemies to lovers

fake dating

forbidden love

friends with benefits

idiots to lovers

love triangle

marriage pact

mutual pining

return to hometown

sunshine one/grumpy one

there’s only one bed

vegas/drunk marriage

[bobgasm-library]

unholy | r.a

pairing: single dad!rhett abbott x ofc!faith jones word count: 7639 warnings: establish relationship, fluff, high school reunion, drinking, mentions of murder/cover up, age gap [23/31] smut, nsfw [18+ only], sex in the chapel, slightly religious undertones, semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, rhett has a breeding kink [so does faith], daddy kink, pregnancy kink, bull riding [not rhett], sex in a field, rhett gets choked,

summary: in which rhett’s daughters meddle once again and it sees him and miss faith making an appearance at his high school reunion

author’s note: inspired by unholy by miley cyrus. a huge thank you to my bby morgan (@attapullman) who listened to me rant and rave about these characters and helped me create this cute lil family 🥰

tlhc oneshot | masterlist

Rhett had done his best to hide the invitation to his high school reunion, but with a pair of nosey twin daughters and a girlfriend who was just as curious, he wasn’t surprised when they sat him down to question him about it. 

His girlfriend, Faith, was a little more understanding of his reservations. He’d started to build a great life outside of Wabang, and to dig up some of those old memories would be hard. He was still the younger brother of Perry Abbott, the man who’d murdered his wife, and the youngest son of Royal Abbott, who’d helped him cover it up. While he was working on building bridges to accept his family, but also prove he wasn’t like them, to be put in a place where that was all anyone seemed to care about…yeah, he wasn’t excited in the least. 

Still, his daughters persisted. Eventually, they convinced Faith it would be good for them both. Describing exactly what dress she should wear to the gathering, while still in discussion about what Rhett should wear. 

“Amy said it’s all anyone in town is talking about,” TJ gushed, immediately looking at Hannah for confirmation. 

“Don’t you want to see your old friends?” Hannah asked. 

At nine, the twins were relentless. Stubborn just like their father, and passionate for things they cared about. Rhett couldn’t fault it, he really couldn’t. He only had himself to blame. He was kind and loving and patient with them, everything Royal wasn’t. When he was upset, he let his fists do the talking. Rhett made sure he communicated his feelings and that he was never mad or upset with them, that he would always love them.

It was important to him that they knew nothing but adoration and support from their father. That they could talk to him about their feelings and he would do his best to help them find a solution. Even when they were mad at him he would still tell them he loved them and kiss them goodnight. 

“You’ve made some good points, but ultimately I think it’s time we let dad think about it,” Faith stepped in. Rhett cast her a grateful look before smiling at his daughters. 

“You promise to actually think about it?” Hannah stared him down pointedly, hands on her hips. 

“I promise,” he assured her. “Go brush your teeth. I’ll be in t’ check on you both shortly.”

They did as they were asked, leaving Faith to handle the dad situation for them. She’d told them she was only onboard if Rhett was, but they didn’t know she had a little more persuasion than them. Leaning into his side a little more, pressing a kiss to his cheek, a couple days worth of stubble scratching her lips. 

“They know how closed off you used to be. They’ve seen you making progress with the other mom’s and dad’s, and just want to see you take back your life,” she told him softly. 

He rumbled out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “The first two sentences are them. The bit about takin’ back my life? That’s your words,” he muttered. 

“No, they’re yours,” she corrected him. “They’re what you said to me after all that shit came out about who my dad is, and the state I worked myself into trying to imagine how you’d react to it all. People are going to talk about it whether you go or not, Rhett. It’s whether you want the power to control the narrative, or let them come to their own wrongful conclusions about your lack of attendance.”

“I jus’ don’t want any more bad attention brought t’ Ma or Amy,” he said, closing his eyes as she cupped his cheek and placed a soft kiss to his forehead. 

“Quit worrying, cowboy,” she soothed. “Let’s go say goodnight to the girls, hm?”

In the weeks leading up to the reunion, Rhett completely forgot about it. He admitted to Faith when he’d responded that he’d be in attendance with his girlfriend, she’d marked it on the calendar and organised with Cece for her to have the girls that night. 

The plan was to be in Wabang by mid afternoon so Rhett and Faith could get ready. The girls were thrilled he’d agreed to go, and had taken it upon themselves to find an outfit for him that would match Faith’s. She’d found a cute tulip shaped dress that was more red than it was rusty orange, but the suit they wanted him to wear was the perfect match. A dark green piece that they wanted him to wear with a white shirt underneath. 

Faith had picked out a simple silver chain to wear with it as well. The grouchy man shot down every idea for some rings or a watch, but he allowed the necklace. All three of his girls were more than happy he’d even agreed to that. 

Rhett let the girls help him get ready, like they had done previously for his first few dates with Faith. They liked that he let them fuss with his hair without any complaints, even though they knew he’d constantly run his hands through it. He felt naked without a hat keeping his hair from falling in his face, but a hat wasn’t an option, apparently. 

Overdressed and out of place, he knew they’d both stick out like a sore thumb. Wabang wasn’t the kind of place where people dressed up unless it was for church, and even then, cowboy hats and boots were the norm. He felt awkward, and knew he’d want to change into something he felt more comfortable in, so he kept a change of clothes of himself and Faith in his truck. If they were enjoying themselves, they could change and head to the bar like he knew everyone would do. He wanted to make sure to be prepared for every outcome. And if they weren’t having a good time, they could leave and head back to the Abbott ranch. 

He indulged Cece with conversation while Amy and the twins checked on Faith. Since Faith had joined his little family unit, he’d made more of an effort to be around his mom. He wasn’t the only one betrayed by what Perry and Royal had done. He’d slowly come to realise that and had apologised to her one night about closing himself off. 

Cece had understood, of course she had, but to her it felt like she’d lost all of her family. She was left to raise Amy while Rhett moved away to raise his own daughters. He came by almost every weekend so they all had some kind of relationship, but it was tense. Amy doted on the twins, loving that she had baby cousins, and Cece appreciated that she had a relationship with all of her grandchildren. But she missed her son. She watched him grow into an amazing parent without much help from her, and it hurt. 

It had taken a long time to get back to a good place where they could talk freely to each other, without it ending in an argument. They both knew Faith had been the one who’d brought them back together, so it only made sense that Cece was the first person who knew Rhett wanted to marry her. 

She’d seen it from their first interaction. The way she loved his daughters like they were her own. The love and wonder that shone in his eyes whenever he looked at her, like he couldn’t believe his luck. It had meant so much to Cece that she had her son back, and she’d expressed her love for Faith to him. Telling him that she brought him out of his comfort zone and challenged him in the best way, and without her, it might’ve taken longer for them to grow close again. 

She didn’t know when Rhett was going to propose, but she told him that the girls needed to be involved. They were the ones who set them up, after all. If it weren’t for their meddling, he never would’ve found her. 

Rhett knew he was lucky. He counted his blessings every day. Waking up next to a woman who loved him and his kids was something he’d lost hope at finding a long time ago. 

His nerves for the reunion were more for the big reveal of what Faith was wearing, if he was being honest. He knew she was going to look beautiful no matter what, but when Amy, Hannah and TJ announced that she was coming downstairs, his palms started sweating. He imagined this feeling would be ten times worse at their own wedding, but it only made his excitement bubble that much more. 

Faith Abbott. He didn’t even need to ask, he knew the answer would be a resounding yes. 

As Faith made her way downstairs, she met Rhett’s eye and beamed brightly at him. He wondered if he looked starstruck, because he definitely felt like there was a stupid look on his face. Breath caught in his throat as she posed on the stairs for a couple of photos the twins insisted on. 

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, daddy?”

Rhett could tell you every discernible difference between his identical twin daughters, but at that moment, he had no idea who asked him. And honestly, all he could do was dumbly nod and try to swallow the lump in his throat. 

“Yeah, she does,” he agreed, taking her into his arms and stealing her breath away with a kiss. “Absolutely stunning.”

“Surprised the stetson hasn’t made an appearance,” Faith teased, swiping some lipstick from his mouth with her thumb. 

“We hid it,” Amy stated proudly. Rhett had found it and thrown it in the back of the truck for safe keeping. Not that he didn’t trust them, but he didn’t like to go far without it. 

Faith thanked her for her help while Cece gushed about how gorgeous they both looked, insisting on a couple of photos of them together. 

“C’mon Ma, it’s not like we’re off t’ prom,” Rhett fussed. 

“You didn’t go t’ prom,” she pointed out. “You ditched t’ go t’ a tailgate.”

Faith grinned. “Please, just a couple for me?”

He’d do anything she asked, folding almost immediately. Keeping his arm around her waist as she helped him pose and settle against him. Cece and the girls all took a few quick photos and instructed them how to pose. Even with Rhett’s grumbling, he obliged. Eventually insisting they were going to be late, kissing the girls on their cheeks before ushering Faith out the door and into his truck. 

Faith asked if there were any people he wanted to see, holding his hand as they drove down the dirt road. She saw his jaw tense and his grip tighten in hers. 

“We don’t have to stay long,” she assured him. “We can ditch it if you’re not having a good time…get drunk at a bar instead.”

He smiled, raising her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “You look too good t’ go t’ a dinky ol’ country bar, Lil Lady.”

He wasn’t about to reveal that he’d thought of every outcome. Used to his kids getting messy or hating being so dressed up, it was second nature to bring extra clothes. He didn’t want Faith to think he didn’t appreciate the effort she’d put into her outfit tonight. She looked good, so good that he wanted to show her off. So good that he’d planned to take advantage of her in that outfit, and he knew she’d be more than willing. 

“Thanks, Handsome Cowboy.”

When they arrived at the highschool, Rhett was out of the truck and walking to the other side to help Faith out. She was used to his old school chivalry. Waiting patiently with a smile for him to get to her door and help her out, large hands settled comfortably on her hips as he brought her to the ground. She indulged him in a kiss, slow and sweet. 

“Y’ready?” He asked her, bumping his nose against hers. 

“Are you?”

Rhett chuckled softly. “No, but we’re here, may as well get it over with, hm?”

He kissed her once again, slipping his hand into hers and leading her toward the school. He hadn’t told Faith much about his school experience, but then again, it wasn’t much to write home about. He showed up, did what he needed to do, and socialised a little. Enough that people knew who he was, but that was a given in a small place like Wabang. 

He kept to himself – school wasn’t for everyone. When Rebecca, Perry’s wife, went missing during his senior year, everyone started looking at him differently. They’d whisper about her disappearance and throw looks of pity his way. 

Of course, when it came out a few years later that Perry had been responsible for her disappearance and subsequent murder, the looks of pity turned into looks of disgust. Then word got around that Royal had helped him cover it up. 

Rhett had been dealing with a lot at that time. His daughters had just turned one, he was at the crux of his career in bull riding, and he was winning every event he had. The shit with his family had thrown a spanner in the works and he’d had a particularly bad ride one night, made worse by the news that the girls’ mom had been involved in a car accident…he was a mess. Barely scraping the bottom of the barrel to hold his shit together, but assuming that his daughters had been in the wreck too. 

Cecelia had watched from the stand as Rhett took the call. She knew something horrible had happened, so had told Amy to run to the truck and get it started, she’d grab Rhett. He hadn’t even thought that his mom would give a shit, so when she’d grabbed him and told him to pull it together until he had all the information, he understood a little bit more about how she was dealing with everything. 

Cece knew how to prioritise. She had gone through hell and back with Perry and Royal, but Rhett needed her. He’d never ask for her help, so if she told him how things were going to work, he’d listen. She pulled herself together in a moment where their worlds had fallen apart, but the punches kept coming. She helped him keep a steady head until they had all the information. 

Rhett had never been more grateful, but it took him years to properly understand that was what a parent did. That was what Royal had done for Perry, in their own fucked up way. Cece had been the rock that Rhett needed in a very difficult time, and he had no idea. Still a kid himself, trying to juggle his sister in law’s murder, his career, and becoming a parent, he was barely keeping his head above water. 

His daughters had been left with a friend of their biological mother, Sally, who’d been drunk and gone out to get more alcohol. She’d caused a huge crash and her car had gone through the barrier on the bridge. The officer said it would’ve been over very quickly, but they couldn’t locate the babies after finding empty car seats. 

Rhett had called everyone he knew trying to find his daughters. Eventually, one of the nurses answered the phone belonging to Sally and passed it to Rhett. He’d sobbed in relief that someone was with them – that they were okay, and had to break the news that Sally had died. 

They’d been through a lot in their short lives, but he did everything he could to make sure they had the best upbringing they could. Giving up his dream to become a professional bull rider and prioritising their happiness over his own. 

It was how he ended up meeting Faith, by his daughters insisting he start dating. They weren’t oblivious to their friends’ parents gossiping about their dad. They played like they never heard them and ignored their prying questions until they had enough information gathered to sit him down and give him a presentation. It contained the type of woman they thought he’d like, the kind of dates they could go on, and Rhett had been shocked. He’d kind of expected, from their prior questioning, that they wanted him to start dating. He never anticipated they’d take matters into their own hands, however. 

They’d been his biggest supporters when Faith started coming around more. They adored her, and she adored them. She even made it known to Rhett that they didn’t have to have one on one dates all the time, and that they were part of his life. She wanted to get to know them better too. That kind of effort was what the other women lacked – they only wanted one night of fun, and he was well over that part of his life. 

The effort was so attractive to him, that he wasn’t surprised he fell head over heels in love with her. He realised it one morning when Faith hadn’t left for work early, and had instead made them all breakfast and was helping do the girls’ hair. He could see his little family was so happy and whole, having found their missing piece. 

His point was proved when the girls sat them both down a couple weeks ago and gave them another presentation on why Faith should be their mom officially and marry their dad, but also give them more siblings. Faith had asked him later that night if he’d let her finish her study first before they tried to expand their family. Her exact words were, “give me a year and then I’ll let you put a baby in me.” 

Rhett had never heard anything so sexy. 

He could wait a year. He’d already waited long enough to find her, so a year to let her finish her study was nothing. Plus, she was excited as he was to grow their family. That knowledge alone was more than enough reassurance that she wasn’t going anywhere. 

Rhett showed Faith around the school. Showing her his favourite places to hide when he had a class that he wasn’t interested in a subject. Eventually, they made their way to the gymnasium. He expected they’d be the most dressed up, but it turned out they fit right in. He recognised a few people, some of the guys still wearing their hat or boots. 

“You want a drink?” He asked Faith, feeling her squeeze his hand as she smiled at him. 

“Sounds good.”

They quickly got themselves some drinks, mingling with a few people who were excited to see Rhett. He introduced them to Faith and she happily chatted away to them. Loving getting to know everyone, and sharing what she did for work and how they met. 

Everyone Faith spoke to was lovely, but it was exhausting work. She asked Rhett a couple times to get her a fresh drink, earning a kiss on the cheek before he dutifully obliged, grateful for the brief intermission it gave him. Talking himself up wasn’t something he liked to do, but he was proud of how far he’d come from being that young kid. Faith sang his praises whenever she could, enjoying the chance to brag. She loved her little family and she wanted everyone to know. 

As the night went on and more drinks were consumed, they’d been pulled in for a few photos with some of Rhett’s old friends. Faith was glad to see Rhett had loosened up a bit and was enjoying himself. Sending smiles her way or drawing her near to steal a kiss. 

PDA wasn’t typically his thing. She didn’t mind at all because they were usually accompanied by their kids, but she loved seeing this side of him. This man was so proud to call her his girl that he made sure everyone knew it. He told everyone she was studying to be a Social Worker, specialising with youths. She loved teaching swimming, “that’s how we met, you know,” and she was a huge part of the community. 

He didn’t miss the way her look had changed from adoring to sultry, like she’d have her way with him right there if he didn’t shut up soon. She turned the lull in conversation in her favour, excusing herself to the bathroom. Rhett would find her, he always did. 

“You should come to the new bar in town.” Rhett barely registers who’s talking, nodding in agreement. Too preoccupied with Faith and where she’d disappeared to for him to care about anything else. 

She wanted him, and he wanted her just as badly. 

He found himself asking where it was. Wabang was familiar in some aspects, but new developers meant buildings had been built on land he knew used to belong to other families. With the information barely stored, he says they’ll be there. Excusing himself with a polite nod of his head as he exited the gymnasium. 

He bypassed the bathroom with a few people standing outside, hearing the faint click of her heels as he took a left and heard the heavy doors to the chapel open. The chapel was a small room, enough chairs for a class to attend the morning Mass that used to be held on Wednesday’s before class. 

He found Faith admiring the stained glass behind the altar, making sure to click the door shut behind him. She cast a look over her shoulder, smiling bashfully. 

“Y’sure picked a hell of a room for this rendezvous, Lil Lady,” Rhett said, slowly making his way down the aisle between the rows of chairs. 

“Forgive me, Father, for I’m about to sin,” Faith replied as he stopped in front of her, tilting her chin up with his forefinger. 

“Thought we would’ve left by now so I didn’t bring a condom,” he confessed, thumb lightly stroking her cheek. 

“What if we just…didn’t use condoms anymore?” She suggested, running her hands up his chest. “I want a baby with you, Rhett. I don’t want to wait for our family to grow.”

He groaned as he slid his hand into her hair, cupping the base of her skull and kissing her with a fiery tenacity that had her knees weak. She slid her arms around his neck, fisting his hair as his hands slid down her body. Squeezing her breasts, gripping her hips and groping her ass. 

“Fuck, y’sure about this?” He asked breathlessly, eyes finding hers as he rested their foreheads together. He wanted it more than anything. He wanted her, their family, this little life they’d perfectly curated. 

Faith knew she’d asked for more time and that now she was taking it back. She was scrapping the timeline they’d agreed on. It was huge, but Rhett and his daughters had given him something she’d never known she was missing. A family. Community. People to fuss over and adore with her entire being. People who had welcomed her with open arms, despite her past, because they wanted her to be part of their future. They saw her in their future. More than anything, she wanted a future. She finally saw what her future held, and that was being a mom to her boyfriend’s adorable twin daughters and expanding their little family. Being a loving girlfriend, and eventually wife, to a man who’d proved time and time again that she was worth the effort. 

“I want everything with you, Rhett Abbott. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” she confessed just as breathlessly. He dipped his head to pepper kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, tugging one of her breasts free from her dress and wrapping his mouth 

around her pebbled nipple. “Rhett, fuck me.”

She roughly palmed him over his trousers, fingers trying to free him from his confines. Eventually popping the button and reaching into his pants to wrap her hand around his growing length. 

“Fuck,” he groaned against her chest, hitching her dress up around her waist. Fingers seeking her warm, wet centre. “Y’ haven’t worn panties all night?”

“Nuh uh,” she mumbled, drawing his head back for another searing kiss. She moaned as his fingers sought her swollen clit, fingers delving into her heat as she swiped her thumb across the tip of his cock to elicit the same sound from him. “Need you, Rhett, please.”

“G’na put a baby in you,” he growled, backing her up to the wall where she had previously been admiring the stained glass. “Fuck, Faith.”

She keened at his touch, whining as he removed his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with the tip of his cock. “Put a baby in me, Rhett.”

His lips claimed hers as he hitched her leg up around his waist and sunk himself into her. Groaning as he felt her tight, slick pussy stretch and relax around him. His tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting the wine she’d been drinking and swallowing her moans as he found his rhythm. 

Faith gasped as he bit down on her lip, her hands tightening in his hair. “Fuck,” she groaned, his fingers seeking her clit. “Feels so fucking good, Daddy.”

“Yeah, y’ like that Daddy’s gonna fuck a baby into ya, hm?” He said, lips and teeth nipping at her neck. “Fill you with my seed? Fuck, such a needy lil pussy. Grippin’ me s’tight.” He groaned as he felt her clench down around him, her breathy symphony of moans like music to his ears. 

“Can I cum on your cock, Daddy?”

He stuttered out a “yes,” losing himself in the feeling of her body. The way she chanted his name like a prayer, begging for him to cum inside her. Put a baby in her. Hips stuttering as his own high caught up to him and crashed into him like a bull in a china shop. Bottoming out as he reached absolution, not a care in the world as they defiled a holy sanctuary, wrapped totally in and of themselves. 

He kissed her as they came down from their highs, savouring the taste of her lips. The feeling of utter euphoria. The way she sighed and tugged at his hair as his mouth slowly devoured hers. Languidly, breathlessly. 

Faith felt exhilarated as they walked hand in hand back to the gymnasium. Rhett had tried to help her tame her hair as much as they could, but he couldn’t do much for the new hickies adorning her neck. Luckily her hair hid most of the small bruises, but she still felt like they were visible. 

They were planning on leaving, heading home to continue what they’d started in the chapel, then Rhett mentioned a new bar they’d been invited to. He’d blindly agreed, promising he’d make it up to her later if they just went for one drink. Faith knew he was enjoying himself, even if he didn’t admit it out loud. She could see it in the way he carried himself. Confident yet relaxed. It suited him. 

They headed out to the truck, promising a few people they’d been talking to that they’d stop by for a few drinks, if not to check the place out. Rhett grabbed the backpack from the bed of the truck, previously secured into the netting near the cab, and started to change right there in the parking lot. 

“Rhett Abbott, did you expect to have a good time tonight?” Faith asked him, taking hold of his jacket and folding it neatly. 

“I expected we’d be overdressed,” he replied, shooting her a wink as he pulled his boots off and changed from his grey trousers into a familiar pair of jeans. “There’s stuff for you in there, too. No panties, ‘m afraid.”

Faith laughed at the cheeky glint to his eye, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. She handed him his belt from the bag, climbing into the truck before taking her heels off and attempting to shimmy into a pair of her own jeans. By the time Rhett slid into the driver’s seat, she’d managed to change into a tee and donned a bra underneath, her dress now stuffed into the bag. Slipping her feet into some socks and a pair of cowboy boots Rhett had gifted her earlier in the year for her birthday. 

Faith appreciated being able to change. The heels had started hurting her feet, and the dress was gorgeous, but she felt more confident in jeans. 

It was rare that Rhett dressed up, and she’d enjoyed the new look for as long as he’d worn it. She’d be the first to admit that she missed his soft jeans and stetson, happy to discover that the familiar hat had found its way back atop of his head. Watching him with a smile on her face as they drove to the bar. 

They arrived and made their way inside, barely any time to wonder if it was the right place when a few guys hollered for them both. Waving them over, Rhett encouraged Faith to go while he grabbed them a couple of drinks. 

“Glad you both made it!” Adam said with a grin. 

“Thanks for inviting us,” Faith responded in kind, slipping into the booth next to Adam’s wife, Erin, who happily made room. 

“I’m just glad I’m not the only woman here anymore,” she joked. “The other wives don’t come out much. Too busy at home with the kids.”

Faith nodded in understanding. “Do you and Adam have any kids?”

“Three. Youngest is ten,” she replied with a smile. “You?”

“We only have Rhett’s two at the moment,” Faith said. “They sat us down and gave us a ‘we want siblings’ presentation.” 

Erin threw her head back in laughter. Faith grinned as she caught Rhett’s eye, making his way through the crowd to their table with a couple of drinks. 

“How old are they?”

“Just turned nine,” Rhett answered, wearing a small smile. “Little demons.”

“Do you have any pictures of them?” Erin asked. 

Rhett placed a drink in front of Faith before handing over his phone. Faith unlocked it and opened his pictures, swiping through to show Erin. 

“They have Rhett’s scowl,” Faith said fondly, searching for the photo she’d sent him of the three of them sitting in silence on the sofa one night. They’d been pouting about not being allowed to have their own phones, but Rhett said they were too young. They’d tried to ask Faith, but she also told them ‘no’. It ended up being a rather quiet night, the girls going to bed early after dinner, leaving Rhett and Faith to watch a movie by themselves. 

Erin showed a few pictures of her own kids, two sons and a daughter. Faith enjoyed the conversation while Rhett chatted shit with a few of the guys, occasionally sparing Faith a glance and always delighted to see her enjoying herself. 

He kept an eye on her as she and Erin wandered up to the bar to get everyone some more drinks. 

“Do you miss it?” Cory asked Rhett. 

“What’s that?” He’d missed most of the conversation, taking a sip of his beer. 

Cory asked again, “bull ridin’,”

Rhett gave a shrug. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “Don’t regret givin’ it up since it meant I could spend more time with m’ daughters.”

“He had a boys night with some of the other dad’s and I got sent a video of him ridin’ a mechanical bull at the bar,” Faith chimes in, passing out a few beers to the guys. “Never saw him on a real bull, but it looked like he’s still got it.”

There were a few laughs at her words before someone pointed out that there was a mechanical bull here. Rhett quickly shut down any ideas anyone had about him getting on, despite the protests and words of encouragement thrown his way. He was adamant that was a one time drunken thing he’d done, purely to prove he didn’t just like the cowboy aesthetic. 

Faith had been curious about attempting to ride a mechanical bull at least once in her life. She’d been too drunk at her friend’s birthday when they’d specifically gone to a bar so she could ride one, and after Rhett had gotten on the bull at that same bar, she’d asked him questions. He’d made it look so easy, and sure it came down to years of practice riding actual bulls at the rodeo, but he’d indulged her questions. Given her pointers that she’d stored away for when she actually got the chance to get on one. 

“You should do it,” Rhett told her quietly. 

He knew she’d gone quiet for a reason, catching her deep in thought while everyone was trying to convince him instead. She leant into him, letting him press a kiss to her temple. 

“Hm, yeah?” She replied, not entirely convinced. 

Rhett hummed in response. “Yeah. Y’ want to, right?” She nodded, so he continued. “Then do it.”

“Okay,” she agreed softly. 

“C’mon,” he encouraged her. “Faith’s gonna ride the bull!”

The group they were with cheered, making their way to where the bull was set up, while Adam asked one of the staff if they could get it started. Pointing over at Faith to show who wanted a turn. Rhett walked her up to the bull, giving her a reassuring kiss. 

“Y’ got this, baby,” he told her. “Remember what I taught ya?”

She nodded as he lifted her up and got her set up on the bull. “Hold on tight, squeeze those thighs,” she recounted for him. “Don’t fight it.”

Rhett grinned. “That’s my girl. Give ‘em hell, Lil Lady.”

He wandered back to their group and she made sure she was holding on tight before nodding at the staff member who was in charge of the machine. He switched the bull on and heard the cheers of the crowd, but her focus was on staying up. Making sure she didn’t fight the jerky motions but instead went with it. Throwing her hand up for balance, grinning as she whipped around and used her legs to stay on. 

She couldn’t tell you if time went faster or slower while up there, but she understood the feeling Rhett had done his best to describe. The way the crowd seemed to electrify you while you were up there. It was addictive. 

The bull slowly came to a stop and she exhaled heavily, basking in the uproar of the crowd as Rhett strode towards her. Planting his hand on her head as he helped her off the bull, stealing a kiss that took her breath away. 

“That was th’ sexiest fucken thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her breathlessly, making a point to squeeze her ass and bring her body closer as he went in for another kiss. 

They didn’t stick around long. Enough to have another drink and share the videos some people had taken of Faith. Enough to know that Rhett was more wound up than she initially thought. Enough to know that he wasn’t the only one aroused by her performance – being hit on by no less than three guys who hadn’t gotten the hint that she was taken. That she was Rhett Abbott’s girl. 

Rhett’s old school friends knew him to be a bit of a hot head. Throw punches first, ask questions later. They’d kept an eye on him as he sipped his beer and watched Faith shoot them down, wondering how often this happened for him to seem unbothered by it. 

In truth, Rhett was bothered by it. Every time it happened, to be exact. He knew his girlfriend was young and gorgeous. He also knew that he was the one who took her home every night. He was the one she loved and he found comfort in that. 

He had trust…he had Faith. 

Faith watched him pull the truck into the west paddock instead of following the dirt road up to the house. She didn’t make a comment about it, but wondered what he had planned. 

The Abbott ranch had gone through some changes over the years. Rhett regretted not sticking around to help tend to the cattle and maintain the property, but Cece had done what she’d needed to do. She’d downsized the amount of land they owned, mostly to pay off the legal fees of Perry and Royal, and help keep her and Amy afloat. Another chunk was sold to developers who had yet to do anything with it, but Cece and Amy had transformed the ranch into a horse sanctuary. They trained and broke in horses, as well as ran camps during the school breaks. They’d done well for themselves and Rhett couldn’t be prouder of them – he just wished he could’ve been more help. 

The first time he’d brought Faith home to meet his Ma was the first time he’d actually seen the work Cece and Amy had put into the ranch. They’d been overjoyed to give them a full tour, even though Rhett heard stories about it from Hannah and TJ. Faith had helped him put his feelings into perspective about everything, that he wasn’t letting his mother and niece down by prioritising his daughters. Family was about compromise and they all had to make sacrifices in order to get to where they were today, not just him. 

“If Cece doesn’t hold a grudge, neither should you. The past is the past, and you can only work on mending your relationships so they’re stronger in the future,” she’d told him. 

She’d been right. He’d slowly talked all the past shit out with Cece and they were growing closer again. Things would never be how they were before shit went down, but it was several steps in the right direction. They weren’t the same people anymore. Rhett was beginning to realise that more and more, and accepting that change was huge for him. 

Faith stayed in the cab of the truck while Rhett set up the back. He’d made sure they had pillows and blankets and had even bought an air mattress to lie on. He knew how much Faith loved stargazing and camping, and while they weren’t in a tent, he hoped it would suffice. 

She heard him jump off the back of the truck and looked out her window as he opened her door. 

“What are you planning?” She asked with a slight teasing in her tone. 

“Camping,” he replied. “In a sense. C’mon.”

Faith couldn’t keep the grin from her face as Rhett helped her up into the bed of the truck, taking her boots off before she collapsed onto the makeshift bed. Rhett joined her a moment later, peppering her face with soft kisses as she laughed breathily. 

“What’s the occasion?”

“Just ‘cause I love you,” he said simply. “Can’t I do something nice for my girl every now an’ then?”

Faith hummed as she pressed her lips to his, combing her fingers through his hair. “Here I was thinking it was because you weren’t finished watching me ride,” she teased. 

He easily rolled them over so she was on top of him, straddling his waist. Her hands resting on his chest, his on her thighs. 

“I’ll never get enough of watching y’ ride,” he said, rolling his hips so she could feel the swell of his arousal. 

“Yeah?” She mewled, rolling her own hips against his. “Y’ want me to ride you, Handsome Cowboy?”

“Fuck yeah I do, Lil Lady,” he replied with a grin. “First, I want y’ to ride m’ face.”

Faith’s breath hitched as Rhett placed his hands on her inner thighs and effortlessly moved her so she was sitting on his chest. Reaching down, she twirled some of his hair around her finger. “Can anyone see us out here?”

“Not unless they’ve got binoculars,” he assured her. “Y’ gonna be a good girl and ride Daddy’s face?”

Faith was quick, it always stunned Rhett how eager she was for him. The first one to get naked. The first one to go down – it turned her on more than receiving, though she never said ‘no’ when he buried his face in her cunt and drew orgasm after orgasm from her. He shouldn’t have been surprised that she’d be more than willing to ride his face, yet he sensed her hesitation as she hovered just above his lips. 

“I said sit on my face, Faith,” he growled, forcing her down the rest of the way until his mouth was covered. Tongue laying flat against her slick pussy. 

She moaned as he guided her hips, helping her find a rhythm that drove her wild. Hands braced on the roof of the truck cab and she began riding his face with reckless abandon. Gasping and moaning as he smacked her ass or groped her chest. Moaning against her core as her clit brushed against his nose. 

“Fuck,” she groaned, her moans growing louder and more frequent. The pitch changing as she sought her orgasm. “RhettRhettRhett,” she chanted, succumbing to the bliss that erupted in her stomach and spread like shockwaves throughout her entirety. 

Rhett lapped and savoured the taste of Faith on his tongue. Planting a firm kiss to her cunt before sucking a bruise into her inner thigh. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised, grinning up at her with her arousal glistening in the moonlight on his chin. 

“Wanna ride your cock, Daddy,” she panted breathlessly. “Want you to cum inside me again.”

Rhett groaned at her words, hands groping her hips. “Y’ really want Daddy t’ put a baby in ya, hm?”

Faith nodded, bottom lip captured between her teeth as she gazed down at him. “Wanna ride you ‘til you knock me up, Daddy.”

Rhett was more than willing to oblige, quickly undressing and pulling Faith back into his lap. She slid her arms up his chest, fingers skimming over his tattoos – one on his ribs, the bull on his chest to the tiny footprints in the shape of a heart over his heart. He smiled as he cupped her face, pressing his lips to hers. 

Faith reached between their bodies, gripping his cock and positioning his tip at her entrance. Rhett’s hands were on her hips as she slowly sank down on his length, gasping at the stretch and welcoming the familiarity. 

“Fill me so good, Daddy,” she praised, wiggling her hips a little to make Rhett groan. It was guttural and sent shivers down her spine. “So deep inside me.”

“Y’ look beautiful,” he told her, raising a hand to cup her face and draw her head down for a kiss. 

Faith indulged him for a bit, his cock nestled snugly inside her as she draped herself over him. Chests flush together and his arms wrapped around her back, holding her even closer. Her arms tucked around his head, small moans slipping past their lips. 

Rhett’s hands slid down to her ass, fingers gripping the supple flesh and lifting her slightly. Faith groaned and wiggled her hips, sinking back down on him as she broke their kiss. 

“Use your words if you want me to start riding you, Handsome Cowboy,” she told him, hands braced on his shoulders as she gave him a sultry smile. 

“Need y’ t’start ridin’ me, Lil Lady,” he told her breathlessly. “Y’ feel so good. Need more.”

Faith started rolling her hips, watching the pleasure in his face as she clenched her core and tightened around him. Rising off him slightly before taking him deep again and repeating the motion. Finding a steady rhythm as his hands slid up her body. Rough fingertips brushing against her sensitive nipples, pinching them harshly before taking them in his hands and massaging them gently. 

He knew Faith liked a little pain with her pleasure. Knew she was receptive to it. He watched the way her face contorted with the harsh pinch, felt the way she tightened around his cock. He groaned as she threw her head back, giving herself over to the pleasure. 

Rhett braced his feet, digging his heels into the soft air mattress as he started meeting her thrusts. Her short, sharp gasps filled his ears. Hand slipping on his chest to his neck.

“That’s it,” Rhett goaded her. “Squeeze m’ neck. Fuck.”

Faith groaned at his words but did as he asked, squeezing his neck and watching a delirious grin form on his face. “I’m gonna cum.” She panted, the coil in her abdomen moments away from snapping. “Feel s’good, Daddy. FuckFuckFuck.”

Rhett pinched her nipples once again, watching her throw her head back as her body tightened and spasmed. Dropping his hands to her hips, he kept her upright. Fucking her through her orgasm, flipping her onto her back and hooking her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her. 

“S’good to me,” she praised him, stroking his cheek as he braced himself on his forearms, lips mashing together in a desperate kiss as he reached his own orgasm. “Want all your cum inside me, Daddy. Fill me up real good. Show me how much you wanna knock me up.”

“Fuck, Faith,” he panted, dropping his head to her shoulder. Cock twitching and spilling inside her, her cunt milking his orgasm from him. “Fuck.”

“Just like that, Daddy,” she continued, running her hand through his hair. 

He dropped her legs from his shoulders, bodies still connected as he peppered kisses over her neck and chest. Nipping and sucking small bruises into her heated skin. 

“Love you s’much, Lil Lady,” he murmured against her skin. 

“Love you more, Handsome Cowboy.”

[bobgasm-library]

kingpin ⦾ eleven

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young word count: 3716 warnings: cavalier mentions of death/killing, emery gives bob cheek, morgan loves it,

summary: in which emery challenges the way things are done

author’s note: sorry updates have been mia for a bit, i found a new fic to hyperfixate on 🫠

ten | kingpin | twelve

Emery was tense for the rest of the afternoon. She understood the severity of the situation she was now involved in, and didn’t want to give Bob or Morgan any reason not to trust her. She had no idea how things would proceed from now on, but she was sure she’d find out at dinner tonight. 

She got all of the reports that Morgan would need for Feathers and Dice, but also the reports Bob had asked for. Everything felt so tedious, but it was necessary. Now that Bob knew she’d uncovered something, she spent time combing through the other accounts. She found more payments to the FBY account, these ones less frequent and not as high. But still, they were there. 

Bob told her to let her sister know something had come up at work and she’d be having a late meeting tonight, and had listened in on the call. It made Emery feel exposed – like she was untrustworthy. And in a sense, she was. Bob didn’t know her. She’d been hired to do a job and uncovered a huge secret. Exposed their previous accountant of stealing for at least the last decade. 

Her head spun and she covered her face with her hands, blowing out a breath. She knew there was no getting out of this now that she was in it. She had to accept the new change in her career and roll with the punches. It was imperative that she adapt, not for her own safety, but for Natasha’s too. 

Nat had been right – she’d read too many mobster romance novels, but maybe that would help. They had to have some truth to them, right? If Emery wasn’t helpful, they’d go after her family, and Nat was all she had left. She’d do anything to make sure she was safe and stayed as far out of this shit as possible.

Emery was in her head. She knew it. Bob knew it. And Morgan was attempting to set her at ease. 

The car ride to Feathers had been quiet. Emery let her mind wander as Bob drove, flicking between the radio channels to find something that was playing music. He’d attempted to talk, but she’d only blankly stared at him in response. 

Normally, she would’ve laughed. She knew this wasn’t normal, and she had no idea what the Floyd siblings would have in store for her. She guessed there might be some intense questioning, as well as a background check if Bob hadn’t already run one.

Now, she sat opposite the twins with her hands in her lap as Morgan harped on about the reports Emery had given her. Truthfully, Emery’s heart wasn’t in it. Her world had flipped upside down because she’d made a discovery and approached her boss about it. Now, trying to make small-talk seemed pointless, though she did understand Morgan’s excitement. 

“I’ve never been given reports like this before. I mean, Decker always told me the businesses were doing great, but he always made me feel dumb. You explained things to me in a way I understood and highlighted the areas that I’ve been excelling at or lacking in,” Morgan babbled. 

Emery’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. She appreciated what Morgan was trying to do, really, but there were more pressing issues. 

Morgan gave Emery a small smile of her own, one Emery could only describe as pity. She reached for her Jack and coke and took a long sip before tentatively meeting Bob’s eyes. 

“And what do you think of my reports?” Emery asked. 

She watched him press his lips together, keeping his face carefully blank. He did that a lot, tried to hide what he was thinking. She hated that she noticed. Mostly, she hated that she cared what he thought. About her…or her reports. 

“Very informative, but you knew that,” he told her, cocking his head slightly. Perhaps he thought it made him seem arrogant; cocksure. Emery thought it made him look younger, boyish. “How long have you known? Or rather, suspected that something was going on?”

“Since you interviewed me,” she said. “Nobody retires without a replacement. I was desperate and you saw that. I even told my sister that something felt off about this whole thing, but she talked me around. Convinced me that I could refuse the job. But I couldn’t and you knew that. We were both desperate, so I turned a blind eye until I couldn’t anymore.”

The skin around Emery’s left thumb had been picked raw. A skin tag pulled until a dot of blood pooled in the cuticle. It was a nervous habit she’d tried to break, but kept failing at. 

“When did you first learn about the account?” Bob enquired. He leant his forearms on the table, leaning forward inquisitively. 

“After my induction I logged in to double check you’d paid your outstanding bills properly and discovered it. It hadn’t been approved for payment yet, but it didn’t sit right with me. I did some snooping and couldn’t find anything, so I didn’t approve it. I wanted to have more proof before I said anything,” she confessed. “I also figured that if it was something sketchy, you’d have my work laptop bugged, so I rarely logged into it to do anything while I was working out my notice. When I came into the office more frequently, I kept myself busy with Feathers and Dice and discovered a couple of payments had been made from their accounts within the last month.”

“Is that why you approached me to get the payment approval process changed?” Bob asked. 

“It’s too much responsibility to put on any one person, and I know it seems tedious, but clicking “yes” on twenty odd bills once a week isn’t strenuous. Plus, you then know where your funds are being spent and can assure suppliers they have been or will be paid on x date,” Emery stated. She didn’t miss the smirk Morgan attempted to hide behind her glass or the way Bob leant back in his seat. “Honestly, it’s good business practice. Anyone in their right mind would’ve had these procedures in place years ago, but you trusted a man who was close to your family and had access to your money. Having all access to the kind of money sitting in your accounts…it made me uneasy. So yes, I didn’t want that all on me.”

Emery reached for her glass and down the last of the contents. She felt like she needed another one, something to help take the edge off. Bob seemed to understand and signaled for another from the bartender.

“You’ve made your point, Ms Young,” he told her with a sigh.

“I don’t think she has,” Morgan intervened. “Emery only has access to our legitimate accounts.” She looked at Bob, seeming to have a silent conversation.

“Fucking hell, there’s going to be more of these transactions,” Emery said with a groan. “I’m willing to bet the last ten dollars I have to my name that FBY pops up a lot more frequently.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Bob snapped, quickly standing up and walking away. Emery watched him speak angrily into his phone.

“Coyote,” Morgan supplied. “Have you met him?”

“Briefly,” Emery replied. “He, Bob and Payback helped my sister and I move into our new apartment on Saturday.”

“Ooh, that’s exciting!” She exclaimed. “Penny came through then, huh?”

“She did,” Emery said with a smile aimed at the bartender who delivered her drink. “Payback is my sister’s boss.”

“Payback’s gym is legitimate,” Morgan assured her. “He answers when Bob calls, but he doesn’t involve anyone in our business. Your sister won’t know anything from him.”

“Or me,” she admitted. “I told her about my reservations about accepting this job offer, but she’s in the dark about everything else. I can handle fucking up my life, but hers? I’d never forgive myself if I dragged her down with me.”

“What did Bob make you tell her?” She pried further. 

“That something’s come up at work and I’ll be staying late,” Emery replied. “I’m not going home tonight, am I?”

“I’m sorry,” Morgan apologised. “I wish things were different. You seem like a lovely girl, but someone finding out about us hasn’t happened in a long time. You’ll be staying at Bob’s place tonight. I would offer for you to stay with me, but I don’t get home until the early morning.”

“Is it only for tonight?”

“We’ve got questions that need answers. We need to make sure you’re in, but you have to make that decision yourself,” she told her. 

Emery nodded grimly. “Do I even want to know what happens if I’m out?”

“Answer his questions. Be honest,” Morgan advised her. “He has his little background check that Coyote’s run. He needs to know if you can be trusted or not.”

“It’s not like I have a lot of options,” Emery mumbled. “This job came out of nowhere, offering a salary that I’ve only ever dreamed of. Consider my silence and loyalty, bought.”

Morgan laughed. “He only pretends to have a stick up his ass,” she said. “Things run better with Bob at the head of the table.”

“Old dog, new tricks, huh?”

Morgan laughed again. “I see why Bob likes you. You’ll be fine.”

Emery hoped so. She nursed her drink as she watched Bob pace back and forth, speaking to Coyote. His initial anger had been replaced with a calculated look, like he was used to dealing with shit like this all the time. Perhaps that was true, he definitely seemed more relaxed now. 

“How do you deal with it?” Emery asked.

Morgan smiled softly. “I grew up in this life. Bob was always groomed to take over from dad one day, and I still wanted to be a part of it, but on a lesser scale. So Bob and I made a deal; I run Feathers and Dice with minimal interference from him and it’s all legit. It helps keep our noses clean if the IRS comes knocking.”

Emery nodded. “I assume this FBY account could really fuck things up if the IRS discover it?”

“They’ll definitely ask questions, much like you did,” she said. “It’s not pretty, but it’s good we no longer have Decker onboard and new procedures put in place. It shows we were clueless about it until it was discovered and have taken new measures to ensure it’s a lot harder for anyone else to do.”

“Can I go to the bathroom, or do I need a babysitter?”

“You can go,” Morgan assured her. “As a sign of good faith, I’m letting you keep your phone.”

Emery hesitated. “You don’t think I’ll run?”

“And go where? Bob knows where you live. I’m saying that I trust you, Emery, now go to the bathroom.”

Morgan sat back and wore a comforting smile that matched her brother’s. Emery excused herself and walked down the small hallway towards the bathroom, taking a minute to collect herself. She stared at herself in the mirror after splashing some water on her face, wondering how she’d let her get in this deep. 

She grabbed a paper towel to dry her hands and face before throwing it in the bin and making her way back to the table. She slunk back into her seat under Bob’s intense, watchful eye, grateful he didn’t say anything.

“What’s the first question?”

“Did you lie to me when you told me about your mother?” Bob asked. 

“You can ask me anything you want, but I’m not talking about my mother.” Emery heard the waver in her voice and pressed her lips together as she stared at a spot on the table, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. 

“I’m sorry,” Bob apologised. Emery didn’t have to look at him to hear the sincerity in his voice. “I have to ask, Emery.”

“What does your little background check say about her?” Emery asked, eyes watery as she glared at him. “Does it detail exactly what happened to her? Because the chances are high that you know more about her death than I do.”

“Ask your next question, Robert,” Morgan told him firmly. 

Bob sighed and flipped open the folder Coyote had given him that detailed the extensive background check he’d run. “What do you know about your father?”

“Nothing,” she replied honestly, albeit a little rudely. Bob didn’t seem bothered by her hostility. “My mom never talked about him. She told me it was better this way.”

“Better how?”

“I assume she was protecting the innocence of her child,” Emery quipped. “Have you got an Ouija board? You could ask her yourself.”

Bob stared at her, his gaze feeling like it bore a hole in her skull. She shrunk back in her seat but refused to look away, no matter how tense things felt. 

“I understand your hostility. I understand your frustration, but I’m only asking you these questions so I don’t have to kill you. You’re good at your job and the effort it would take to find a replacement, while trying to locate your predecessor, is extremely taxing. So, are you going to answer my questions, or do I need to dig your grave?”

Bob was calm. Too calm that his words didn’t seem to have any effect on Emery. 

“I’d rather dig my own grave.”

“That can be arranged, Ms Young,” Bob assured her, barely batting an eye. “Any other family?”

“If I did, would I have gone into foster care? Would I have met my foster sister? Would I still be living with her? Would she be working for one of your lackies?” Emery fired back. “Everything you have from my background check is true. I was nine when my mom died. I was twelve when I met Nat. I already told you I put myself through college. You know I worked at a shitty cleaning company before accepting your offer. You know I have boundary issues, so why do you keep crossing them?”

“I need to know that I can trust you,” Bob stated. 

“You don’t think that goes both ways?” Emery ran a hand over her face. “Everything you need to know about me is in that file. What do I know about you?”

Bob laughed and it rubbed Emery the wrong way. She glared at him while he threw his head back and laughter rang out. Morgan sat beside him with a placid look. 

“I’ve told you everything you need to know,” he said, eyes still crinkled at the corners once his laughter died down, though his voice was laced with humour.

“What, that your twin sister is two minutes older than you and you run the fucking mob?”

“I also run our construction company,” Bob replied smugly. “I’m trying to do you a favour here, Emery. If I can’t trust you, there’s only one outcome.”

“I’ll take that shovel now, thank you.”

Bob gave her a bored, pointed look. “Why do you think I’m doing this? Do you think this is fun for me? That grilling you is how I want to be spending my Monday night?”

“I really don’t give much thought to you outside office hours,” she stated. 

“Oh, so that’s why you called me on Saturday morning to help you and Natasha move?” The smirk never left his face. Emery wanted to reach over and slap it clean off.

“You offered to help,” she gritted out. 

“And you said no,” he reminded her. 

“So why are you doing this, then?” She decided to humour him. “Why not just kill me and save yourself the trouble? It would’ve freed up your Monday night, that’s for sure.”

“It’s hard to find good help.”

“Thanks, I think.”

Bob replied with a humourless smile. “I know you might be thinking many things about us right now…about me. About this situation. But you have a decision to make. If you say we can trust you, we will. You’ll be brought up to speed on every aspect of our organisation. I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with, that’s not how I like to run things. The circumstances forced my hand and I showed my desperation, you’re not wrong, but I’m hoping you factor in your own desperation here.”

Emery allowed herself to glance sideways at Morgan who’d sat quietly while they’d been talking. Or rather, having a heated discussion. Emery had already confirmed her own desperation and desire to keep her sister out of it all. A part of her had needed to let her frustration out, and Bob was an easy target. 

It was like Morgan had known. She gave Emery a warm, encouraging smile before Emery looked back at Bob.

“My silence is bought and paid for. I signed a contract, not a death warrant. And my sister stays out of this,” she told him.

“Natasha knows nothing?” He asked, sounding surprised. 

“You think I’d still be here if she did?”

Dinner was a mild affair. Morgan ordered burgers from the place down the street, and Emery enjoyed a couple more drinks throughout. They’d allowed her to relax a bit more, pushing past the tense conversation that had taken place earlier. She wasn’t normally a huge drinker, but if there was ever an occasion that called for it, tonight was definitely up there. 

Emery discussed the reports she’d run for Morgan with a lot more enthusiasm. There were a couple of areas that had plateaued, but Morgan was aware about them. They seemed to be the only areas Decker ever highlighted, but due to the nature of the businesses, so long as the majority were doing exceedingly well, they could afford for those specific areas to stagnate. 

Bob sat quietly as they discussed business. Morgan would occasionally ask for his thoughts, but since they were her responsibility, he couldn’t fault her work. She proved time and time again that she knew what she was doing, that she had an eye for this kind of thing. 

Emery excused herself to the bathroom a short while later. Using the facilities before washing and drying her hands. When she rejoined the Floyd twins, Morgan had to get to work, but Bob suggested it was time to leave. 

“Can I go home or do you still need to make sure I’m not a flight risk?” She couldn’t help but ask. 

“I have to check all the boxes,” Bob replied. “I don’t think you’d run. I don’t think you’d talk. My father still has a say in how this all goes, and if he finds out I cut corners that could have serious blowback on us, I’ll be digging my own grave.”

He tried to smile to lighten the mood, but Emery saw right through it. She saw the fear in his eyes. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, like it was something he worried about constantly. 

“Can I stop home to pick up a change of clothes, at least?” Emery asked as he stood up. At his full height, he no longer looked like a meek and scared little boy. His shoulders were squared as he smoothed a hand down his tie, eyes harder to read from the new angle.

“Coyote’s dropped some things off,” he told her, leading her out of the building, weaving through the tables.

Emery trailed behind him and ducked her head as he held the door open for her. “You mean he went shopping for me, or he broke into my apartment and picked something up?”

“I ask him to do something and he does it,” Bob said simply. “I have no idea how he interpreted my instruction.”

Bob’s car was no longer the only one parked out front. Cars were slowly pulling into the lot and filling up the spaces. Dancers or customers, Emery didn’t know, and she didn’t care enough to pay attention. Too busy occupied by the thought of a man potentially rummaging around her bedroom to find a change of clothes. 

Emery climbed into the passenger seat of Bob’s expensive-looking Range Rover. She hadn’t paid much mind to it before, but now it made sense. The luxurious car, the perfectly tailored suits, the phone calls. She could only imagine what his home looked like.

“What do I tell my sister about where I am?” Emery asked once she climbed into the car. It was higher up than she anticipated and her skirt didn’t allow much give. 

“Is she going to worry?” Bob responded curiously. 

“I don’t know. Maybe,” Emery replied. “I don’t like lying to her.”

“So tell her as much of the truth as possible,” Bob suggested. “That’s what you’ve been doing with me.”

“I don’t appreciate the dig, Robert,” she retorted, pinching the bridge of her nose. “There’s no way I’m telling her I’m spending the night at my boss’ house.”

He chuckled lightly and started the car. “You embarrassed?” He teasingly asked.

Emery felt warmth in her cheeks. “It would mean more lying. Why am I staying the night with you, for example. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Emery donned her seatbelt before Bob pulled out of the lot. She was grateful he didn’t press the questioning any further, staring out her window as they drove. Trying to think of something she could tell Natasha if she was asked. 

“Can I ask you something?” Bob asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. 

“Hm, sure,” she mumbled in agreement. 

“What was she like? Your mom?” 

His question was soft, tentative. Like he genuinely wanted to know, not just for the sake of knowing if she was trustworthy. 

Emery stayed silent for a beat longer, the lump in her throat returning. “She was warm and kind. We didn’t have much, but she made sure I never wanted for anything,” she said, staring straight ahead. 

She could see Bob glance at her out of her peripheral vision and wished he hadn’t. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks and she didn’t bother wiping them away. 

Bob handed her a tissue, but instead of wiping her nose or tears, she started to rip it up. Needing to keep her hands busy. 

“Please don’t ask me about her again,” she requested softly. 

All he said was, “okay.”

[bobgasm-library]

kingpin ⦾ ten

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young word count: 2325 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], handjob, bob jerks off, confrontation, general mob shit,

summary: in which she confronts bob with her suspicions

nine | kingpin | eleven

Bob stood beneath the steady stream of water, eyes closed as it trickled down his body. He tried to think of something else, anything else, but he kept coming back to her. Emery. He’d been unable to take his eyes off her at the gym earlier, watching her smile and laugh as she talked to Payback. 

Payback, who was her sister’s boss. 

Christ, she was stunning. She had her dark hair pulled up in a ponytail that swung when she walked. When she practiced her fighting stance and dodging punches. He’d been transfixed by that damned ponytail, to the point that Coyote had told him to get over it in a less than subtle punch to the face. 

Bob knew he deserved it. He’d hoped it would snap him out of whatever trance she had him in. Hoped he’d be able to focus on the multitude of other issues he had to deal with.

Then she bent over to grab her drink bottle. He knew her ass was glorious, but the tight leggings hugged her figure and he imagined so much more. He fantasised about bending her over the kitchen counter and burying his face in her cunt. Fantasised about watching her prance around in a barely there thong that her delicious ass swallowed. 

“Fuck,” he swore, slapping his palm against the ceramic tiles of the shower. It was his third cold shower today, and they always ended the same way – his hand wrapped around his cock as he imagined all the ways he’d make her scream his name. 

Bob’s hand traveled south by its own accord. Fingertips trailing over the dusting of hair below his navel, cock twitching in anticipation. He tried to draw it out – resist the urge to get himself off. He felt like a goddamn teenager. Three orgasms in one afternoon hadn’t been part of his daily agenda for years, but the mere thought of Emery soft and pliant beneath him had his cock hard in his hand. 

He stroked himself slowly, lazily. Letting his head fall back as the pleasure built. Imagining it was her hand, her soft touch. Imagining she was on her knees teasing his sensitive tip, fondling his balls. 

He groaned as he thrust into his hand. He was so fucking close again. He quickened his strokes, feeling his balls tighten as the coil inside him snapped. Eyes trained on his seed coating the wall of the shower, imagining it was coating her face and perfect tits. 

Bob was painfully aware that he’s unable to meet Emery’s gaze as she took a seat at the table in the meeting room. To his right is Sam, the construction manager, and Morgan. It’s the usual meeting they have on the first Monday of the new month to assess where the businesses are and how construction is coming along, but the first one where Emery is now onboard. 

Sam started talking about the progress with the hotel. He was grateful to have Emery onboard and making sure contractors are being paid so that they can keep on trucking. Bob tuned him out, unable to focus on anything other than the way Emery’s blouse hugs her chest. He has a direct line of sight to her cleavage and shifts uncomfortably in his seat. 

The thought of burying his face in her tits as she rides him slaps him in the face and he lets out an audible groan, causing everyone to turn and look at him. “We’ve been stuck on the Health and Safety checks for weeks,” he said, attempting to cover it up. “What the fuck is taking so long?”

“Feel free to call and inquire,” Sam told him. “We’re at their mercy until the new site inspector signs off on our progress.”

Bob, fortunately, read between the lines. Sam was telling him the inspector is new, not someone on their payroll. They couldn’t expedite the process like they usually did. 

“In other news,” Morgan said, shooting a cautionary glare at her brother. “Aside from the card counting and dealer issue we had last week at Dice, how are our numbers looking, Emery?”

Emery started sprouting off growth numbers for both Dice and Feathers. She praised Morgan’s marketing for both sites, as well as handed out the Profit and Loss reports. It showed a steady growth compared to the last two months where it has stagnated. 

Bob was impressed, nodding in approval as he looked over the numbers. Decker had never given these kinds of reports before or even said he was tracking the numbers. One look at Morgan told him she was pleased to have her efforts acknowledged, and the two talked about more ways they could improve the businesses. 

“I’ll stop by Feathers later if you’re interested?” Emery asked her. “I have some suggestions that I think might help streamline everything.”

“Perfect!” Morgan agreed happily. “Stop by after work. We’ll order dinner. Bob, you’re not invited.”

“I figured,” Bob mumbled. “Anything else we need to discuss?”

He looked between the other three people at the table, all who shook their heads. His gaze lingered on Emery, but she was the first to look away. Making herself busy in tidying up her reports, but telling Morgan to keep them – she’d have some more detailed ones for her later. 

He shook Sam’s hand before he left and kissed Morgan’s cheek before heading to his office. He was in half a mind to pour himself a scotch, but being that it was only a little after nine, he decided against it. 

Halo stopped by with his morning coffee and he busied himself in emails. He sent one to the site inspector about when to expect him for the Health and Safety check, careful to be professional and provide the supporting documents they usually needed. He didn’t want to piss him off and delay the process any further, but construction was seemingly at a standstill until their paperwork was up to date. 

Around eleven, Emery knocked on his door. Bob sat up a little straighter as she walked inside and closed the door, which told him this wasn’t a social call. Still, he couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked today. All of her clothes seemed to be a little too tight for her, and he wondered if she’d bought them like that specifically. Either way, she had his mind reeling. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” she apologised. “Is this a good time?”

Bob’s brain felt foggy. “Of course, take a seat. Everything alright?”

Emery sat down and chuckled softly. “I feel like I should be asking you that. You seem distracted. Anything I can help with?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he assured her with a smile. 

“Okay,” she agreed. “Well, can I ask you something?” Bob nodded for her to go ahead. “What does FBY stand for?”

Bob wracked his brain, brow furrowing together in thought. “Never heard of it. Why?”

“Oh,” she said, straightening up a little bit. Almost like she was taken aback. “I found a monthly recurring payment to an account named only FBY. I’ve tried to find what company it stands for online but haven’t had any luck. The payment in the system says it’s a donation, so I’ve run through a bunch of charities and not for profit organisations, but still nothing.”

Bob felt tense. Her words seemed innocent enough, but his mind was reeling. She wouldn’t come to him without proof of anything suspicious going on. But Decker wouldn’t do that, would he?

Bob steeled himself. “How much is the payment for?”

“Ten grand every month,” she admitted. “The first payment was made about ten years ago, from what I can see.”

“How much does that work out to?” He dared to ask. 

Emery fiddled with her fingers in her lap, lips pressed together. “About one point two million.”

“About one point two million,” Emery mumbled. She felt nervous beyond anything she’d ever felt before. 

She forced herself to look at him, to try and find any sign of recognition on his face. Any sign that he might’ve been lying to her. She can’t see anything but the anger he’s barely keeping in check. Watching his jaw tick, his eyes imperceptibly dark. 

“What exactly are you hinting at, Ms Young?”

Emery swallowed thickly, hating that he’d reverted to calling her by a more professional manner. “I’m not hinting at anything, Mr Floyd. I’m telling you that I have a strong reason to think that your previous accountant was stealing from you.”

There, she thought. I’ve done it. 

“Can you prove this?” Bob asked her. 

“Depends how far back you want me to look, because I have a feeling it’s going to be a lot more than it currently is. It also depends on whether you still have records that predate the seven year cutoff for auditing. The only reason I was able to go back ten years is because, I’m assuming, that’s when you started using Wiler.”

Bob stood up and crossed the room. Emery turned in her seat to watch him reach for a decanter with a dark liquid in it, pouring himself a drink. Her pulse raced in her ears and her palms felt clammy. She hated this feeling, but he needed to know. If she’d kept her suspicions quiet any longer and he found out, he might’ve assumed she was in on it.

“Can you send me a report of your findings, along with the account name and number?” Bob asked her, turning to face her as he sipped his drink. She smelt the alcohol in the air and knew it must be an expensive type. 

“Of course.”

“And Ms Young?”

“Yes,” she said quietly. 

“Please be discrete about this. If our previous accountant was siphoning money off us every month, I don’t want the wrong people knowing,” Bob told her. 

“The wrong people being who, exactly?” She dared to ask. 

Bob smirked at the question. “You’re smarter than you let on, Emery. I think you already know.”

Emery nodded once in acknowledgement. She’d seen the high profit margins. She’d already assumed the previous accountant was the man from the diner. Now it seemed like all the pieces of the puzzle had finally come together. 

“I’ll be joining you and Morgan for dinner. We have…procedures in place for these kinds of situations,” Bob told her. 

“Does this happen often, then?” She asked. “People figuring out you work for the mob?”

Bob chuckled. “Darling, we are the mob. At least here in LA.”

Bob let Emery return to her office. He needed to call Morgan and update her on the situation. Emery would have to stay under one of their watchful eyes until Coyote’s background check came through. Surprisingly, Bob wasn’t all that worried. He still had her computers bugged, but the late notice to help her move into her apartment on Saturday left him unable to plant a mic. 

Now, he wasn’t sure if one would be needed. 

Morgan answered on the second ring. “Hey,”

“I just had the strangest conversation with Emery,” Bob told her, forgoing the typical greeting. “I’m going to be joining the two of you for dinner tonight. She knows, Morgan.”

“She knows what?” Morgan asked him.

“About us. Our company,” Bob replied. “Since Richard isn’t here, we’re going to handle this ourselves. I’m about to call Coyote and tell him I need everything he has on her.”

Morgan hummed. “I’d offer my place tonight, but I won’t be home until maybe three or four in the morning,” she said. “Besides, you work with her. It’ll be easier.”

“It’s not supposed to be easier, Morgan,” Bob reminded her, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We still can’t find Decker, and now Emery’s told me he was stealing from us this whole time.”

“Oh, fuck.” 

Bob had to agree. “She found close to one point two million funneled into an offshore account. FBY, does that mean anything to you?”

“Should it?”

“It’s the name on the account,” Bob replied, blowing out a breath. “An abbreviation for something. I don’t know. She thought it was a charity donation but it’s gone back at least ten years. I’m willing to bet there’s more.”

“Call Coyote. We’ll talk more later,” she told him. “And try to cut the girl some slack, she just found out the cushy job in the city she got hired for is a mob front. She’s bound to be terrified.”

“I’m far more calm about this than I thought I’d be,” he said.

“Coyote told me you couldn’t stop staring. Surprised I didn’t see you at Feathers last night trying to get your rocks off,” Morgan said with a laugh. “Just don’t let her cloud your judgement. You were always the one who sniffed out a rat before I did.”

“I’ll see you later, Mo’,” Bob told her, ending the call without waiting for a response. If he didn’t give her the time to make comments, then there’d be less of them. At least, that’s how he rationalised it. 

Coyote was his next call. He answered before the first ring was up. “Boss,” he greeted.

“I need your file on Emery Young,” Bob told him. “Bring it into the office. I need to debrief you on the situation.”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

Bob loosened his tie before pouring himself another glass of scotch. When he sat back down in his chair, he felt exhausted. He ran a hand over his face as he swirled the liquor around his glass, deciding he should do some research on FBY himself before Coyote showed up. 

FBY could stand for anything. Decker had no family, aside from his wife. He’d wanted children, but they struggled to conceive. In the end, they were happy with their lives just being theirs. FBY had no meaning to Decker that Bob knew of, and he was about to call his father to ask if he had any ideas, when Coyote knocked on his door.

He wasted no time in closing the door behind him and handing Bob a small file. “That’s everything I could find on Emery. No father, mother died when she was nine. Grew up in foster care in Bakersfield where she met Natasha, her foster sister. Put herself through college. Everything checks out.”

“How did her mother die?” Bob asked, flicking through the file for the coroner’s report. 

“Robbery gone wrong,” Coyote told him. “She was apparently closing for the night. Ended up with a bullet between her eyes.”

Bob skimmed through the coroner’s report. “Betty Young,” he said. “Shit.”

The more he read, the more he felt enraged. “Anything else?”

“Just what’s in the file. She’s all clean,” Coyote assured him.

“Good, because she just found out she works for the mob.” Coyote didn’t bat an eye. “She discovered that Decker was stealing and approached me about it. I need you to look into the account. Find out if he’s been dipping into it yet. Tell Hangman it’s game time. I want Dominic Decker dead.”

author’s note: sooo how we feeling? 🤭

[bobgasm-library]

kingpin ⦾ nine

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young word count: 2325 warnings: moving, boxing,

summary: in which bob’s intense and emery is feeling things

author’s note: we’re slowly learning more about the characters and seeing bob and emery interacting a bit more 🤭

eight | kingpin | ten

The weekend came around fast and Emery had finally packed all of her belongings into the back of the U-haul. Penny had helped them finalise the lease on the first apartment during the weekend, and while Nat had fronted most of the bond, she knew Emery would pay her back. 

Emery had worked up a sweat helping Nat bring out all of her belongings. They’d sold Emery’s beat-up little Toyota Corolla, which would pay for their food and the cost of the U-haul, but was one less thing for them to worry about. For now, their mission was to travel back to Los Angeles and start unpacking. 

Emery had picked the truck up from the lot in the city after work on Friday evening. She’d had to finish a little earlier, but Bob knew why. He’d encouraged her to leave her car in the lot at the office, and had driven her to the depot himself. The gesture was kind and she’d appreciated that he was eager to help in any way, even offering to help unpack if they needed it. She’d assured him they’d be fine and make a weekend of it.

That, and she didn’t really want her boss in her apartment. 

He’d told her to call if she had a change of heart, then she’d put the last of her money towards the deposit for the truck and drove back home. Nat was waiting at her apartment when Emery arrived back, and had already loaded up her own car with a few things. Spending about an hour moving all of Emery’s things into the truck before winding up at Nat’s and ordering pizza while they cracked on. Working late into the evening to get the majority of the things packed. Keeping only Nat’s mattress and tv in the apartment so they could watch a movie in bed.

By the time Saturday morning came around, they spent an hour at both places cleaning thoroughly before their landlords took their keys, promising their bonds would be returned to their accounts within the week. Then was the drive back to the city. Nat led the way in her Nissan while Emery followed in the U-haul. 

Penny was there to meet them, alongside the landlord to officially hand over the keys and help them get settled in. The landlord was a lovely woman named Heather, who they’d briefly met while going over the lease agreement. From what Penny had told Heather, she knew the two girls were in a tight pinch for funds. Heather assured them she wouldn’t expect the extra week’s rent until the three month mark, to give them time to settle in and earn their keep. 

Emery found it weird. She knew landlord’s to be money hungry sharks who couldn’t care less for their tenants. Natasha beamed brightly. “Thank you so much, but we’ll be able to pay it at the start of the next month.”

Heather made her leave shortly after welcoming them to the building, while Penny stuck around a little longer. 

“Do you need any help moving your things in?” She asked.

It was a struggle to get their things downstairs. Neither Emery nor Nat anticipated how hard it would be to get them up. They assured Penny they’d be fine before she bade farewell. 

“My boss offered to help if we really need him to,” Emery said as they struggled to get the mattress out of the truck. “I’d rather he not be in our apartment, but maybe we do need help.”

“Does he seem like a creep?” Natasha asked. 

“No,” Emery replied. “More like a personal boundary thing.”

“I get it, but it might be worthwhile to make the call,” Natasha agreed.

“Okay,” Emery said, grabbing her phone and dialing Bob’s number. Natasha started on the smaller items in boxes while Em waited for Bob to answer. 

“Hi,” Bob exhaled heavily. Emery rolled her eyes. 

“Hi Bob,” she greeted as warmly as she could. “You know how you offered to help my sister and I move?”

Bob let out a breathy chuckle. “You changed your mind about that, huh?”

“Yeah, guess I did,” Emery said softly. “I understand if you’re busy…you sound like I interrupted something.”

“Just boxing,” he assured her, whistling off to the side to grab someone’s attention. “You guys mind helping me move some stuff?!”

Emery paused as she strained to hear any response from whoever Bob was talking to. The clearest answer was “when?”

“Now, I’m assuming,” Bob told the man who spoke. Then, to Emery, he said, “text me the address. I’ll bring some friends, get it done quicker.”

“Alright. Thank you so much, Bob.”

“See you soon.”

Emery put her phone away as Nat strolled back outside. “He’s on his way and bringing friends.”

“Did he say how long they’d be?” She asked. 

Emery shook her head. “No, but they’re apparently boxing,” she replied, handing another box to Nat before grabbing one of her own. 

“I wonder if they go to Fitch’s,” Nat mused as they started inside. 

“Guess we’ll soon find out.”

They managed two more trips upstairs with boxes before Emery spotted Bob walking towards the truck, flanked either side by two equally gorgeous men. The one on the right was almost broodingly handsome, face set like he was daring someone to piss him off. The one on the left wore a much more relaxed smile that put her at ease. 

“Thank you for coming,” Emery said with a smile, looking between each of the three men. “Hope it’s not cutting into your boxing practice too much.”

“Was almost finished anyway,” Bob assured her. “This is Coyote and Payback.”

He pointed to them both as he said their names. Emery greeted them warmly before introducing Nat, her sister. 

“Payback’s my new boss,” Natasha said. 

Joy. Emery’s boss is friends with Nat’s boss. Small world.

Emery kept the smile on her face, though she was sure she didn’t look pleased by the new information. Instead, she busied herself and put them to work. Telling them they were up on the sixth floor and only needed help with the couch and bed, because suddenly, she wanted them gone sooner rather than later. 

Together, they all made quick work of unloading the truck and Nat’s car. It took them close to an hour, but was a lot quicker than either woman had anticipated. 

“Where’s your bed?” Bob asked, standing in the doorway of Emery’s bedroom. She had a chest of drawers and boxes with her belongings in the room, but no actual bed. She couldn’t blame him for being curious, though she wished he’d drop it.

“It’s getting delivered this afternoon,” she was quick to lie. 

Bob studied her quietly. He made her feel small under his scrutinizing gaze. He didn’t look convinced by her lie, but she was grateful he didn’t press any further. 

“Thanks for your help again,” she told him. 

Bob hummed in acknowledgement. “Of course,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll see you on Monday, Emery. Welcome to LA.”

Emery stared after him as she watched him leave, making sure the door to their apartment closed before she let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding.

“He’s cute. Intense, but cute,” Natasha said.

You’re not wrong there, Emery thought in agreement. “I’ve gotta take the U-haul back to the lot. Mind following me?”

A full day of unpacking on Saturday saw the apartment looking more habitable. The couch Emery had been using as a bed was now the main couch, with Nat’s armchairs adding to the lounge furniture. Emery had taken the mattress into her room – she had her own room now, not a studio where everything was in the one room, – and she loved it. Sure, she’d save to buy a decent bed later on, but for now she was happy. 

Since Nat had put the most money towards their bond, Emery had insisted she take the room with the ensuite attached. She didn’t mind, in all honesty. Nat had more belongings than Emery did. It was a no-brainer. 

After they returned the U-haul to the lot, they stopped off to pick up a few groceries to stock the fridge and cupboard. Nat enjoyed meal-prepping for the week, but given that they were balling on a budget currently, she opted for prepping their dinners instead. If anything was leftover, they’d be able to take it for lunch during the week. 

Emery enjoyed her first night in their new apartment, even if she was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. She had to think of the positives. They’d made the move together. They’d both found amazing new jobs that would be able to provide them a better life than they’d previously known. 

She kept being reminded of FBY, the account the Floyd’s paid fairly regularly. Was it a charity or a not-for-profit organisation? Was it a client? Either way, knowing there was a five grand payment scheduled every Wednesday had her on edge. She didn’t want to snoop in case her hunch was right, and the Floyd’s had affiliations with the mob. But she couldn’t in good conscience keep the payments going through every week until she had answers. 

What if the account belonged to the diner guy? The guy who’d gloated about how much he’d stolen from Floyd. Was Floyd even the same Floyd she now worked for? What were the chances of them all being connected?

She couldn’t talk to Nat about it. Emery knew she could, but knowing now that Nat’s new boss was friends with her own boss…she didn’t want Payback to pass on anything she wasn’t sure about yet. Nat would never gossip about Emery’s concerns, especially not if they were as important as Emery feared they were. Still, she wasn’t willing to take that risk. She didn’t want to get Nat involved in whatever the fuck was going on.

Emery had a restless sleep that first night. She enjoyed the happiness she felt of living with Nat again, but her mind was racing. She needed an outlet for her frustrations – needed to process them in a productive way, – so when Nat suggested they sign up for a beginners boxing class together, Emery jumped at the idea. Eager to work up a sweat and hit something if it meant she could actually sleep at night.

With everything going on, the move, a new job, and her theories about what business the Floyd’s were running, it’d been a minute since Emery had been to one of Nat’s spin classes. She was hoping that they’d be able to take this class together instead, at least until Nat built up her clientele at Fitch’s Boxing Gym. She was excited as Nat gave her the tour, and surprised when Payback stopped by to chat.

“Hey, good to see you here,” he greeted warmly. “Nat mentioned you attended a few of her spin classes, and while we don’t have those, I mentioned that we do offer a lot of other classes. Glad to see you’ve decided to check one out.”

He had a calming presence that Emery found herself relaxing in. Offering him a warm smile back. “I’m excited to try something new. New job, new city, why not a new fitness class?”

He laughed softly. “That’s a great mindset to have,” he told her. “Hopefully something piques your interest. I know a lot of combat exercises isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I want you to feel comfortable here. Give a couple different classes a try until you find one that fits. We offer Jiu Jitsu, boxing and self-defense classes, but I’m sure Nat’s given you the run-down.”

“She has, but I’m still keen to give them all a try. Can’t hurt, right?” Emery replied with a laugh of her own.

“Let me know when you find one you like, or if there’s a couple then I’ll do a deal for you. Like a friends and family discount of sorts,” he replied.

“Thanks, Payback, I appreciate that,” she said. He wished her luck with her class, letting her find Nat again. “Your boss is so cool.”

“Your boss looks like he wants to kill him for even talking to you,” Nat replied. Emery followed her line of sight to where Bob was standing in the ring, Coyote clearly saying something to him. When he noticed Emery was staring, he gave her a small half-smirk before turning away. 

“He’s so fucking intense,” Emery said quietly. She’d felt a shiver run down her spine under his steely gaze and had barely been able to suppress it. Now, with his attention turned away from her, she stopped fighting it. 

Nat’s words stuck in Emery’s mind. He looks like he wants to kill – she was right. His eyes had been cold and his features hard, and even now as he fought Coyote, she could see the power behind each punch. The way he was quick and light on his feet. He could do serious damage if he wasn’t hindered by the boxing gloves or headgear Coyote was wearing. 

Bob didn’t have that; the headgear. He managed to duck and avoid each one of Coyote’s calculated hits, and she wondered if he was letting Bob win. Surely not. Both men looked like they belonged in the ring, but Emery had seen Bob in a suit. She knew he was a businessman, and a finely dressed one at that. 

Sighing, she turned her attention to the instructor who had just introduced himself and tried to pay attention. Bob’s grunting kept her mind otherwise occupied and she found herself tuning into their fight. Watching the way both he and Coyote moved – fluid, like water. A well-rehearsed dance around the ring with several hard hits being thrown in the mix. It was an art. She was transfixed, and the noises her boss was making had no business siring erotic thoughts in her mind. 

[bobgasm-library]

good girl | b.f

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader word count: 3978 warnings: mild idiots to lovers, smut, nsfw [18+ only], unprotected sex, semi-public sex, dirty talk,

summary: in which you have a chat with bob that doesn’t go the way you intended it to, but he more than makes up for it

author’s note: happy birthday to my bby lewis! 🥳♥️ best to read the snappening first 🤭 if you want to be notified when i post, follow and turn on post notifications for @bobgasm-library 😁

the snappening | masterlist | awards season

You hate that your alarm is waking you at 5 am. You hate that you got super drunk last night. Mostly, you hate that you crossed a line with Bob. You didn’t know what the day held in store for you, but a chat about what happened was inevitable.

You groaned as you slid into the shower and tried to wash the disgusting feeling from your body.

The plan was simple. You’d arrive at work early and get settled for the day, then disappear to grab coffee once everyone had arrived. It meant that you could delay the chat with Bob temporarily, giving you time to stew over the situation instead of tackling it head on.

Yeah, this grown-up shit was so easy.

You got settled at your desk and grinned at the email that had been flagged. It was a mission briefing for Bob and Phoenix, so you stopped into your boss’ office to let him know. Haywire was a hard man to work for, but as his assistant, you made it work. 

Haywire appreciated the information – he hadn’t yet checked his computer, but he knew about the mission. As his assistant, you had a high security clearance, but more importantly, his trust. He relied on you to ask the questions a lot of people wouldn’t typically ask a superior, either out of nerves or fear. It was expected of you to sit in on mission briefings for that exact reason – Haywire liked his pilots to be well informed of any and all risks. 

This mission briefing wouldn’t be any different. As you left, he made the call to Phoenix and Bob, so you headed down the hall to prepare some coffee and try to gather your bearings. He wasn’t even here yet, but the memories of last night had your toes curling and heat warming your cheeks. 

Your heart roared in your ears as you looked up and saw Bob walking in through the doors. He gave you a polite nod and smile, but you weren’t even expecting that. You gave him a small smile back, taking in his appearance.

He wore his flight suit, and Phoenix fell into step beside him. You knew they likely had an early morning training scheduled, which had now been delayed by this new mission briefing. You stopped yourself before you got caught staring, but he smirked at you like he knew. Like he knew where your mind had drifted to, even if it was for a fleeting moment.

You held his gaze, refusing to back down, and watched them disappear into Haywire’s office. You collected a few mugs from the cupboard in anticipation of Haywire calling out for two more, already one step ahead of him. He caught sight of the four mugs lined up, met your eye, and quickly provided his help to carry them all back to the office before starting the briefing. 

You sat beside Haywire’s desk, legs crossed as you sipped your coffee and tried to avoid looking at Bob. It was inevitable though. By the time your eyes settled on his face, he was already looking at you. 

Your head was swimming as you replayed the videos from last night in your head. The sounds he made.

Good girl.

Fuck. You squeezed your legs together at the thought. The thought that he actually wanted you the way you wanted him, and that it wasn’t just the alcohol talking. That you hadn’t just risked your livelihood for the sake of an orgasm.

You tried to focus on the mission briefing as Haywire talked, handing out folders to both Bob and Phoenix. They both wore stoic expressions, listening intently to what was needed of them. Haywire outlined the importance of their mission – recon only. They were going in with no backup which was risky, but the images they had of the site were dated. 

“Our next move will be to send a SEAL team in once we’ve got a better visual of the site,” Haywire proceeded. “Those men will be your backup.”

“But no air support,” you countered. “What if the site has grown and they’ve got an updated defense system? It’s a suicide mission.”

“It’s the mission,” Haywire replied.

“Would you take the same risk if you’d been given the mission instead?” You asked him. “Are you really willing to let two people be shot out of the sky and killed, or taken hostage? The SEAL team is only good if there’s hostages to rescue, but how long until they get the green light to move in? Assuming they’re still alive, of course, or would that be another recon mission determining that?”

Phoenix and Bob both shifted uncomfortably. You could only assume they’d been thinking along the same lines. 

The choice was simple, and Haywire made the correct one. He called his superior, Admiral Shaw, who’d sent down the mission briefing. Why he wasn’t present for it was a mystery, but Phoenix and Bob seemed a little less tense after hearing your words being repeated to someone who would actually go to bat for them. 

When Haywire ended the call by promptly slamming the phone home, you jumped a little. Startled by the dramatics. 

“They’ll get back to us with updates,” Haywire said. “You’re dismissed, Lieutenants.”

You stuck around in the office for a minute once Bob and Phoenix left, letting Haywire debrief you on what the plan was. Your questioning had brought up some very good points that needed addressing, and his superiors would figure it out. He thanked you and dismissed you, hoping it didn’t take them long to figure out the semantics of the briefing. 

“Why are you so jumpy today?” Phoenix asked you. You shot her a cautiative look as you waited for Bob to get far enough away. “Does it have something to do with Bob?”

You huffed. “You’re too observant for your own good,” you stated, dragging her down the hallway and pushing her inside an empty office. “I’m only telling you this because you have a secret of your own that you don’t want to get out.”

You paused as you watched her try to swallow the lump in her throat. Yeah, you knew she had a thing going on with Coyote. How you’d found that out was need to know. 

“I accidentally sent him a video of me masturbating last night. I was hoping to try and avoid him, but that’s not going so well,” you explained, pressing your hands into your eyes to try and quell the headache you were starting to develop. 

“Did he watch it?”

“Yes, and sent his own back,” you said, blowing out a deep breath. “I’m freaking out. I can’t avoid this conversation forever. I just…I don’t think it’s a conversation to be had before your mission, you know?”

You didn’t hold your breath. Even your own words sounded like lies to your ears. 

+++

By the time lunch came around, you were anxious. Heading to the dining hall on base to meet with Phoenix like usual, hoping she wouldn’t ask for any further information about the Bob situation. You planned on keeping it to the more important shit, like the mission they were going on. You even anticipated a question or two thrown your way, so prepared a couple to ask her instead. 

Thankfully, lunch was a standard affair. Phoenix sat with another couple of pilots who you knew and greeted warmly, making yourself comfortable at the table and engaging in friendly conversation.

Bob lingered off to the side of the cafeteria. You caught his eye and he nodded his head slightly, gesturing for you to follow him.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stood up and followed him without a glance back at Phoenix or the other pilots. Trailing behind Bob with as much dignity as you could muster before steeling yourselves away in the privacy of an empty office.

“Hi,” he said sweetly. You couldn’t resist rolling your eyes, making him laugh. “Yeah, I know, but I never actually said it this morning and, truthfully, I’ve been trying to figure out what to say to you all day.”

“Hi,” you replied, giving him a small smile. You couldn’t help it. Whenever he smiled you felt the need to reciprocate, even if it wasn’t aimed at you, but it was amazing when it was. “I’ve been doing the same, honestly. I don’t even know where to start.”

He nodded in understanding, resting back against the desk. Not quite sitting, but not quite standing either. Hands resting in his lap, with one ankle crossed over the other.

“I need you to hear what I’m not saying,” he told you. You nodded slowly in understanding. “I can’t do anything while we work together. I know how much you like your job here, just like I like mine. While there’s nothing to say that interpersonal relationships aren’t allowed, they’re not exactly welcomed unless you’re married.”

You hummed, once again nodding slowly. “So it’s business as normal, right?” You asked, following his train of thought.

“As normal as it gets around here,” he said.

You nodded. “Do you regret that it happened?”

“No, not at all. Do you?” You shook your head. “I’m not trying to make this awkward.”

“Don’t worry, I’m doing a good job of that myself,” you replied, earning a small chuckle. “I should…go. Lots to do today.”

“It doesn’t need to be like this.”

“It does, Bob,” you stated. “At least for now, anyway, because this isn’t exactly welcomed.”

He sighed as you slipped out of the office. You hadn’t meant to throw his words back at him, you knew his heart was in the right place, but he was only delaying the conversation further. Who knows what this week would have in store for you, but you just hoped that their mission went off without a hitch.

After lunch you went straight back to work, responding to some emails before you were dragged into a meeting with Haywire. You kept minutes while the men talked about other classified missions. You did your best to keep up with the chatter, but the conversation was hectic. Everyone spoke overtop of one another and you could barely register who said what. 

And then you started thinking about the situation with Bob.

Had you blown it, with your actions of the previous night and your passive aggressiveness towards him earlier? You knew he was only thinking of your job, and you did appreciate that. But you’d gotten yourself into this situation, too. You could decide how to play this out, you didn’t need to rely on him.

Yet you hadn’t said that to him when you had the chance. You hid behind your cowardice and let him decide how it was going to work. Let him call the shots, and for what? Because you were too scared to lose your job, or too scared to lose him?

The meeting dragged on, but you slipped out when a few of the men did the same, essentially ending the meeting. Lou kept you company as you typed up the minutes before disappearing into Haywire’s office. He’d apparently gotten a call about the new mission briefing that enlisted extra air support and a few extra contingency plans. In not so many words, all the Daggers were now being sent on this mission, which filled you with a lot more confidence. And, no doubt, did the same for Phoenix and Bob. 

You tried to finish up the email you’d been working on for Lou, but you had to ask him a question about it before you sent it. Sighing, you reached for your bottle of water and took a few sips, allowing yourself a moment to relax. 

It wasn’t long before all of the Daggers showed up and headed into Haywire’ office. He hadn’t asked you to sit in, so you stayed put until he called for you. 

You exhaled heavily and slumped back in your seat, wishing the day would just end already. When Haywire eventually called for you, you stood in the doorway since there were already six extra bodies in the room.

“The reason you’re all here is because of that woman there,” Haywire said. “She pointed out flaws in Bob and Phoenix’s mission, which has caused me more work today trying to get approval to send air support. This is where the rest of you come in.”

Haywire spent the next twenty minutes outlining the new mission parameters, as well as answering any questions the aviators had. 

“So we get to work with SEAL’s?” Hangman asked. 

You rolled your eyes at his enthusiasm, noting how Bob stifled a laugh. 

“Not directly. The SEAL team is four days from the location. You’ll be moving out in two days at 1600 hours in order for them to be in position when you do your flyby.”

He continued to bring the rest of the team up to speed. Detailing exactly how this mission would be flown and everything they’d be needing to do. This was still very much Phoenix and Bob’s mission, but now they had support. They weren’t as nervous to fly this mission knowing they had immediate backup. 

You excused yourself before the meeting was over to take a phone call at your desk, explaining that you’d get Haywire to call them back when he was free. 

When Lou came back out, you picked his brain to finalise the email before sending it, then made a beeline to the bathroom. You didn’t need to go, not really, but you locked yourself in a stall and sat on the closed lid of the toilet. Hoping that by the time you made it back to your desk, the Daggers wouldn’t be in Haywire’s office anymore and you didn’t have to see Bob. 

You felt so frustrated by the situation you’d made for yourself. Frustrated that you’d let this happen. You took a few deep breaths before emerging, washing your hands just for a reason to stay in there a little bit longer. 

By the time you made it back to your desk, a few people had started to leave. They’d be back in the early hours of the morning, ready to make a start on whatever was needed before the carrier took off in the next few days.  

When the clock hit 5, you took Phoenix up on her offer of dinner and waited for her outside the barracks. Barely five minutes had passed before Bob was hollering your name down the hallway. 

You slowly turned around and saw him beckon you towards Coyote’s room. With a sigh, you walked down the hallway with as much confidence as you could muster.

“You told Phoenix?” He asked you. 

“Like she’s a saint here,” you replied, staring between her and Coyote.

“You told her?” Coyote asked in horror.

You were all in similar stages of distress and you felt backed into a corner. So you laughed. You laughed because how the hell had you all found yourself in similar situations? Bob soon joined in, and before you knew it, Phoenix and Coyote had too.

It was ridiculous. Of course it was. And it was awkward as hell, so you laughed your way out of it. Swiping at your eyes as the laughter died down and you were soon pinned beneath Bob’s gaze.

“Dinner tonight?” He asked. “Please say ‘yes.’”

“Yeah,” you agreed stupidly. “I’ve got a couple things to finish up but it shouldn’t take too long.”

“I’ll keep you company.” He grabbed his coffee before you both left, leaving Coyote and Phoenix to deal with their own mess. “Do you actually have much to do or was that just an excuse to get out of there?”

“I have shit to do but it can wait until tomorrow,” you told him, packing up your things you’d left outside Phoenix’s room. “Where do you want to go?”

“There’s a hole-in-the-wall Italian place not too far away,” he replied, digging his hand into his pocket. His keys jingled, and you gave a nod. “I’ll drive.”

You followed him outside, watching your feet rather than staring at his back like you wanted to. When you reached his car, you slid into the passenger seat. Swiftly buckling your seat belt as he did the same and turned the engine over.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he apologised. “About how I chose to handle things.”

“By passing the blame onto the fraternisation policy?” You asked, just to clarify. You turned your head enough to look at him, glad he at least looked ashamed about it.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “The truth is that I was trying to buy more time to figure out what I really wanted to say.”

“Have you figured that out now?”

“Yes,” he replied, letting silence wash over you.

“Okay? Are you going to share with the class or make me guess?”

He chuckled softly. “I thought it was obvious.”

“I want to hear you say it, Bob.”

Your heart thundered in your ears as he spoke, “I want you. I have for…god, too long now. I don’t even care if that initial video wasn’t intended for me, because you moaned my name as you came and it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

The car was parked in the back of a parking lot, away from the strip of restaurants to your left. You’d been too busy watching him, staring at him. Admiring the way his arms flexed as he rolled the steering wheel between his hands. The way his mouth moved as he talked…telling you everything you wanted to hear.

“It’s not the first time,” you confessed, voice low. So low he turned to look at you and you could see the lust clouding his vision. The way his eyelids drooped slightly as he took in your heady expression. “I imagine you every time.”

“Get in the back,” he told you, and you were quick to scramble into the back seat, over the centre console. He followed behind you, lifting you up with little effort and settling you down in his lap.

His hands gripped your hips firmly, and you placed your own on his chest. Feeling his heart racing beneath your touch. Because of your touch. Because of the implications of what was to come.

“Kiss me, Bob,” you requested, running your hands through his short hair. He leant forward and closed the gap, lips pressed firmly against yours.

You melted into his touch, kissing him back without hesitation. His fingers lifted your shirt, skimming up along your sides. You moaned at his light touch, goosebumps raising on your flesh. He bit down on your lip in response, feeling you shift against him.

He groaned as you tugged his hair. “You gonna be a good girl and ride me?”

You rolled your hips against him one more time, feeling his growing erection pressed against your core. 

“Fuck you for calling me ‘good girl,’” you said.

He chuckled, brushing some hair back from your face. “But you are,” he said softly, breathily. “And I want you to ride me.”

There was something about the way he looked at you so carnally, like an animal staring down its prey, that had you removing your shirt without a second thought. You wanted him so badly, in any way you could get him. You didn’t care you were currently both trying to undress in the back of his car, or that anyone could walk by at any time. 

Both of you in varying states of undress, Bob stroking his cock as you straddled his lap once again. Sliding his hand between your thighs, a breathy moan falling past your lips.

“So fucking wet for me, baby,” he said, pressing two thick fingers inside your heat. You groaned at the intrusion, hands gripping his shoulders as he worked you over. Making sure his fingers were nice and slick before wrapping them around his cock again and positioning his tip at your entrance.

He gripped your hips as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. He bit his lip, eyes glued to where the two of you were connected. You whimpered at the angle, at the feeling of him finally inside you after years of fantasising.

“So deep,” you panted. “Fuck, Bob.”

He groaned as you rolled your hips, cunt clenching around him. “Knew you’d be so tight…so fucking wet. Feels like heaven, baby.”

You gasped as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, over the top of your bra. Hands wound into his hair as you rocked your hips, lifting and sinking rhythmically.

His teeth grazed against the taut nub he was suckling on before paying the same attention to your other breast. You gasped and threw your head back, scratching your nails against his scalp.

He moaned, the vibrations coursing through your body. Your hips rocked a little harder against him, gasping at the tightness in your lower abdomen. He watched you lower your hand between your bodies, two fingers circling your clit and bringing you that much closer to your high.

“I didn’t say you could cum, baby girl,” he warned you.

“Please, Bob!” You whined. He gripped your ass, holding you up and refusing to let you keep going. “Fuck, please.”

“Please what?” He asked you. You pressed your forehead to his, a whimper falling past your lips.

“Please…wanna cum on your cock,” you begged. “Thought you wanted to feel me come undone around your cock, Bobby?”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I do. But if you cum like this I’m not gonna be able to pull out.”

“So don’t,” you told him, taking his face between your hands. “Wanna feel you finish inside me, Bob.”

He kissed you roughly, teeth clashing as his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned as his fingertips dug into your hips, his own snapping up as he fucked you.

You tugged at his hair, or pawed at his chest. So close to your orgasm, wanting to touch yourself. Wanting to tease your clit until you came all over his cock. Until he had you chanting his name and memorising the way he felt inside you. The way he made you feel. 

The way you wanted him to continue making you feel, even when things went back to normal. Especially then. 

“Fuck yes, squeeze my cock just like that,” he goaded, head thrown back as your cunt tightened and your body started quivering. “Feels so fucking good, baby. So fucking tight.”

“I wanna cum, Bob,” you pleaded. “Wanna cum all over your cock. Wanna feel you filling me up.”

He grunted, thrusts becoming harsher. His hand smacking your ass roughly as you matched his pace. You slipped your hand between your bodies once again, toying with your clit. Winding that coil so tight within your abdomen that you didn’t realise you were cumming until you collapsed into him. His hips thrusting upwards, grunting once, twice, three times before he stilled. Holding you close as he came undone inside you.

You wanted to stay wrapped in him forever, but your body felt like jelly and he was still talking to you.

“Such a good girl riding me, baby,” he said, lightly stroking your back. “Knew you’d feel so good wrapped around my cock. Such a pretty little thing, fucking hell.”

You hummed, lips pressed against his neck. Feeling his pulse beating rapidly against your mouth, chests flush together and bodies still connected.

“You feel so good, Bob, so right,” you told him, drunk off the post-coital euphoria. “Don’t want this to end. Don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised you. You lifted your head to look at him and he smoothed your hair back from your face. “I wanna take you home. Can I take you home?”

“Yeah, take me home.”

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