Two Bosses Part 5
You’re married to Boston’s most infamous crime boss. What happens when the one from New York wants to steal you away?
Starring: Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Warnings:18+.NSFW! Unprotected Sex. Arranged Marriage. Cheating. Ransom and Steve being menaces. Possible emotional abuse. More warnings as this series unfolds.
Word Count: 2054
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
Opening your eyes, your vision slowly comes into focus. It’s dark out, the moonlight flooding through the bathroom window and glimmering off the mirror. You must have fallen asleep, exhausted yourself from the wide range of emotions you felt when you caught Ransom with what’s her face.
It’s not even that you were upset with him for sleeping with her. God knows you both knew that this marriage is a farce. You’d wished you were stronger, pushed back when your father arranged this marriage. You told yourself that you weren’t going to be like your mother. “Break the cycle.” Is what you always said.
It wasn’t that your mom didn’t grow to love your father when she was betrothed to him as a teenager, it’s that she promised to protect you from facing a similar fate. She’d backed down once she saw dollar signs when your father explained to her exactly who the Thrombey family was, and what they provided.
Pushing yourself up from the cool tile of the floor you rub at your aching joints. A bath was needed, a nice one with bath salts and bubbles. Opening the door of the guest bathroom you peek out, and are met with silence. The house was dark, and you’re thankful for the still you’re met with walking down the hall to the master bedroom.
Flipping the light switch on the wall you scoff as you spy the mess of sheets left on the bed. Ransom has never been one for common decency, so it’s not surprising he would leave sheets stained with her on the bed.
Turning on the water in the tub, a calm comes over you as steam rises from the water. Bath time has always been your time. You take your time, dropping various bath bombs, oils, and salts to soak in before finally stripping and sinking into the water.
So many thoughts are flowing through your head, you felt as though the weight of the world was resting on your shoulders. On one hand, your family was protected, the promise from Ransom the day you said “I do.” On the other, a life faked, bright smiles hiding hurt that sits so close to your heart.
You can’t stop the tears from falling, the dread creeping in that you’ve lost yourself, the person that you once knew suppressed into a life you no longer recognize. Your tears fall for her.
So lost in your mind you don’t realize how cool the water has become until you start shivering, the water softly lapping against the porcelain of the four claw tub. Yet another luxury allowed once you casually mentioned it to Ransom on a whim, the tub ordered and installed by the weekend. Laughing to yourself as you rise from the water to grab a towel, maybe you should be thankful. You have everything your heart desires. Materially that is.
You look into your own eyes pulling your hair into a high messy bun. Studying your face, in that moment you decide to swallow the nagging feelings lumping in your throat and be happy with what you have. You’ll keep lying to yourself and tell your soul you don’t need the one thing that you’ve always dreamed about. Love.
Steve nods at Mario as he stalks to the back of Luca’s flanked by Bucky and Sam, his left hand to Bucky’s right. Entering the back banquet room, his eyes narrow as he spies Ransom sitting in his chair, a cookie cutter brunette sitting on the arm, leaning in whispering in his ear. He straightens up when he sees Steve, his quick movements knocking the woman to the floor. Steve doesn’t hide his amusement when a scowl overtakes her face, hand silencing her when her mouth pops open to speak.
“Why don’t you be a good girl and go get drinks for my guest and I?” Ransom throws in her direction, not taking her hand when she extends it to him for help off the floor. “Then get back to work, your shift starts soon right?”
“Uhhh y… yes.” She answers, picking herself up off the floor. She leans in, going for a kiss before Ransom catches her face in his palm. “Those drinks, kitten.”
Ransom watches the door close behind her before turning his attention back to Steve. “We have a problem.”
“So you said.” Steve lowers himself in a chair opposite Ransom, his icy stare matching the smug fresh faced playboy. “I didn’t know you called me here to help fix problems in your marriage,” he retorts, nodding towards the door. “Trouble in paradise?”
Ransom scoffs, a slight smile forming on his lips. “Nothing a little plaything can’t fix.” As if on cue, Ransom’s young brunette walks back into the room, two drinks balancing on a tray in her hand. She carefully works her way around the table, serving Ransom first before placing Steve’s drink in front of him.
“That’s all kitten,” Ransom throws out quickly, as she stands waiting for acknowledgement.
“But…” She cuts herself off as Ransom’s cold expression holds her eyes.
“That’s all kitten,” he repeats, waving in the direction of the door. “I suggest you find something else to busy yourself with. I’m not going to tell you again.”
Choking back a sob, the young lady leaves, the shutting of the door behind her brings a still thickness back to the room. Steve sips the Amber liquid in his glass, savoring the burn as he waits for Ransom to speak.
“Tell me what you know about the Everett family.” Ransom begins, watching as Steve finishes his drink in one gulp. “Did your father ever mention them?”
“I remember something about a family out on the west coast.” Steve sits back on his chair, his finger tapping against his chin. “ I know my father shook hands, he had a partnership with the Everett’s. What’s it matter? Last I heard the family was dead.”
“Apparently not.”
“What does this have to do with us?” Steve raises his eyebrows, shrugging his shoulders as he waits for the slightly younger man to continue.
“Well,” Ransom restarts, taking in a deep breath. “Seems that not everyone died.”
“What are you saying?”
Ransom rolls his eyes, irritated Steve is slow to follow. “The son, Curtis, is alive. Snuck out of the house the night of the raid that killed his old man. From my sources he wants revenge on you and me. I guess your father and my grandfather were supposed to watch over him, make sure he and his mother were ok, I don’t know.”
“I never even knew he existed.” Steve stands, pacing the room. “How do you know this is true?”
“Let’s just say my sources were under a lot of pressure to tell the truth. He was behind intercepting the arms shipment I set aside for you. He was hoping to cause a rift between our two families.”
Steve stops mid stride, his hands digging in his pockets. “What do you suggest?”
“I think that we should join forces. Band together. Normally I wouldn’t mind working alone, but we have no idea what’s coming. I’d rather have you working with me.”
Steve stroked his beard, a move reminiscent of his father. He takes in a few big deep breaths. This isn’t a light decision to be made, and he needs time to think. “I’ll be in touch.” Motioning to Bucky and Sam, he moves to make an exit.
“Steven.” Ransom’s voice booms throughout the banquet room, stopping him and his men in his tracks.
“For future reference, the state of my marriage isn’t any of your concern. My wife and I thank you for fixing the damage you caused to the shop she’s worked so hard on. But there’s no need to check on her anymore. She’s more than capable.”
Steve turns to fully look at Ransom, a spark of amusement in his voice. “Just making sure she liked the renovations. Besides, it looks like you’re keeping yourself otherwise occupied. Why does it matter who she talks to?”
Ransom stands, his jaw ticking into place, his blue eyes unwavering.
“I’ll keep it simple. Stay away from my wife.”
You’re just settling into bed, a glass of your favorite red wine on the nightstand next to you, one of your favorite novels bookmarked and ready to read next to it. Ransom had bought you a kindle last Christmas, but it wasn’t the same. You loved picking up a book and being able to turn the pages. Books that were so worn by being loved by so many people. Every book had a story within a story you felt, and it was one of your favorite hobbies to go into used bookstores to add to your collection. The one for tonight was one you had read over and over, it’s become your comfort book, and right now that’s exactly what you needed.
Grabbing your wine glass from the table, the first burst of flavor hits your tongue when your cell chimes, a notification that you have a text message.
“Hello Sweetheart.”
The number isn’t one you recognize, so you quickly type back, “I’m sorry you have the wrong number.”
You just put your phone back on the nightstand when it chimes again, you huff out a small breath. After the day you’ve had, all you want to do is relax and get lost in your book.
“I don’t think I have the wrong number, sweetheart. I’m sorry I had to cancel coffee today.”
“Steve?”
“At your service.”
Your brows furrow. In the few interactions you've had you don’t remember giving him your number. “How did you get my number?”
“I have my ways.”
“Kind of stalkerish don’t you think?”
The phone burns your hand as you wait for his response, the three chat dots appearing then disappearing before his latest message pops up on the screen.
“I’m sorry, you’re right I should have asked.”
Not the response you expected from a crime boss, in your experience they take what they want, no questions or permission needed. But then again, this wasn’t the first time Steve surprised you.
“Did you need something? Ransom isn’t here.”
“I was checking up on you, sweetheart.”
“Why?”
“Just because I wanted to. If you’re busy I’ll leave you alone.”
“Just getting ready for bed.”
“Then I won’t disturb you. But how about I take you for that coffee tomorrow? Say around 11?”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, besides, I don’t have my car, remember?”
A pause, then the text box again, but this time a picture pops up. It’s your car, and from the image, it looks like it’s parked in the driveway in front of the garage. Hopping out of bed you cross your room to the window overlooking the front yard, and indeed, your car is there.
Your phone chimes again, and you glance at the illuminated screen. “I even had it detailed before Bucky dropped it off. The keys are behind the rear left tire.”
“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. And how about this. If you want to have coffee with me tomorrow, meet me at the coffee shop next to your shop at 11. If you don’t, no harm done.”
Maybe you’ll sleep on it. At least he’s not asking for an answer right now. If you wake up and you don’t want to go in the morning, you don’t have to. But do you want to? Why is your heart beating so fast?
“Goodnight Steve.”
“Goodnight Sweetheart.”
Steve puts his phone down on his desk and is immediately met with Bucky’s eyes when he looks up. His best friend sits down in the chair adjacent to him, shaking his head. “You could have any woman you want punk. Why are you hell bent on starting a war?”
Steve sits in silence for a moment, a vision of your beautiful face flashing in his mind.
“Because she’s worth it, Buck. I can’t explain how I know, I just know. Drysdale doesn’t deserve her. I don’t care what it costs, but I need her by my side.”
Bucky nods, a nonverbal understanding before leaning over and clapping his best friend since childhood on the shoulder.
“Then let’s go to war.”
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