One drink is all it takes
Pairing: Mafia!Hotch x Reader
Words: 1.2k
A/N: REUPLOADING CAUSE TUMBLR IS BEING A BITCH AND DELETING/REARRANGING THE PARAGRAPHS EVERYTIME I CORRECT IT.
Warnings: Dark, mafia themes, murder.
It hit you, loud and clear from down the hall. Locked behind the hefty oak doors at the end of it. Their baleful laughter was loud enough to resonate through every crevice and corridor of the massive house. Loudest was the most well-known of them all. Aaron Hotchner. Also the most dangerous and in control of the group of men. Their noises frightened you. Knowing fully well that one shared look between the men could be your downfall.
Poker night happened once a month at the mansion. Aaron always hosted. No one wanted to cross him, not with his reputation. They didn’t want to end up as yet another name on the never-ending list of his victims. It was all they fought to stay away from as they obeyed his every word, scared that he would take over their districts in return for their disobedience towards him.
It had happened before, and it was sure to happen again. The last ones you remembered crossing Aaron were the men closest to your heart. Every single alarm clock in your head should’ve told you it would happen, but you were blind to the inevitable. The day that he arrived at your boyfriend’s condo, you were alone, but not for long.
The pounding sound of footsteps entering your temporary home, made you get out of bed that night. You wished you hadn’t gotten out of it at all. Maybe he would never have found you. But then again, you knew that at some point you couldn’t hide anymore. You were his target. He wanted you.
You had walked into the living room, wrapped up in your blanket in hopes of seeing your boyfriend on the couch, exhausted from another terrible day working for your father. Instead, you felt the pit in your stomach drop as you saw him. His black hair, the stoic look in his eyes as he loaded his gun, and worse of all, the calmness in his step. You locked eyes with your boyfriend, tied to one of the dining chairs. It wasn’t long before you noticed your father too, equally as restrained.
“(Y/n)! Run!” He yelled, panic-stricken as he watched your frozen form standing on the last step of the staircase. But it was too late for that. You were gone. Too afraid to move. Thoughts completely lost as you stood still, all rationality had left your body. You had only had to take five steps and you would’ve been out the door, you would’ve been safe. But he had other plans.
Striding towards you, Aaron Hotchner’s lips twisted into a maniacal smile at the sight of you. So frail, so angelic-looking to him in your hazy state. He could break you if he wanted to. Instead, he cupped your face with his gloved hand. The smooth leather was cold to the touch. You pulled back, but Aaron was quick to tighten his grip, locking you in place.
He led you towards the men in your life. Holding you against his chest. His nose was buried in your hair, smirking at the struggling men in front of you. He had the upper hand. and they all knew it. You were their greatest weakness. And you would be the end of them too.
“All this because you wouldn’t let me have her, Horace.” Aaron’s grip tightened around your waist. “Looks like I got my wish in the end, huh.” His chuckle was villainous, watching your boyfriend pulling at the ropes holding him, but it was to no avail, he would never get out in time.
With two painfully accurate shots, they were gone, and you weren’t. Finally starting to wake up from your trance, you struggled in Aaron’s grip, but he was far stronger than you. He tossed the unregistered gun on the table before pulling you out of the apartment with ease.
It was then that you realized you would’ve never have escaped him, seeing his henchmen standing on either side of the door, they would’ve caught you in a heartbeat.
Picking up on the sound of ice hitting the side of a glass, you knew it was time for another one. Aaron was the only one taking his liquor with a ball of ice of the men, and he wanted you to make him another one. It was his silent command for you to come.
Pushing your way through the oak doors, you were quickly at his side, bending over to press a kiss to his cheek. How he liked it.
“What would you like, sir?” You inquired, picking up the scotch glass. You already knew, but he wanted you to ask. He had trained you to. It was about the control. Where ever he went, he had control. And he liked to show his surroundings just how much control he had.
“I know what I would like.” It was the newest guy, you had only seen him once before. Surely, he should’ve known by now not to make comments about you or when you were around. It was Aaron’s highest valued rule.
Everyone could sense his anger, their heads snapping towards the newest member, they knew. Aaron was aggressive as he pushed himself up from the table, chair landing on the floor behind him.
You instinctively took a step back, although it did you no good. You could not hide your fright from the men. They were like bloodhounds, could smell it on you from a mile away.
“Bunny, go wait outside!” Almost like that night, you were frozen in your spot, barely registering anything at all. That was the first mistake. Aaron’s head snapped back, unable to hear the soft patter of your footsteps leaving the library.
“I SAID go wait OUTSIDE, Bunny!” He spat. Aaron was furious, not at you, but you were in his line of fire and frankly, he was seeing red. Somehow you managed to make your body back out of the room again, but it stopped once the oak doors had been closed behind you.
You stood like a statue, waiting. Bang. You flinched and dropped the glass in your hands at the sound of the gunshot. It shattered against the hardwood floors. You kept standing still. Somehow knowing that the glass would harm you if you moved. You were not to harm his property, that was one of his rules. Only he could do that.
The men left one by one until Aaron emerged as the last one. He saw the broken glass on the floor. He gathered you in his arms, knowing that the housekeepers and working men would take care of the clean-up. You were limp in his embrace, letting him handle you however he liked it.
“I think it’s time for bed now, bunny.” It was crazy how quickly the man’s mood could change, how soft he could suddenly become after such darkness and brutality had washed over your home. And you knew it was only an act, for you.
All you did was nod into his chest, agreeing with his suggestion as you let him tuck you in before he too got into the bed.
Next poker night would be one man less, unless of course... but that was not the case.