I reblogged a post asking what the most ridiculous thing a goy said to you was. I didn't respond but maybe I should have.
a few years ago a former friend asked me -
Are you Jewish? Why? Why didn't you convert out of Judaism?
i still don't have a good answer. This is who I am. These are my people. My right arm's strength depends on Jerusalem; I don't want to loose the strength, sure, but I don't want the strength to be from anywhere else. What other type of music is there? None pierces my heart like high holiday liturgy. There is no spring without pesach. There is no winter without sukkot. I can no sooner stop being Jewish than I can stop breathing
But. That's not very concise. Anyone has a better answer?
Summary: Born to the infamous George Foyet, Y/N finds comfort in the arms of her father’s reluctant bodyguard, Derek Morgan.
Pairing: Derek Morgan x FoyetDaughter!Reader
Word Count: 1,140
Warning: References to violence and sex.
A/N: This fulfills my mobster au square for @cmbingo.
In the crowded, bustling streets of 1920s New York City, work was hard to come by. Everyone had to take what they could get - no matter how unsavory their work or their boss. The same went for Derek Morgan. Though he hated working for the infamous Foyets, he worked as one of their body guards in order to buy the medicine needed to care for his ailing mother.
He’d been raised well and what he did every day went against every fiber of his moral code, but he did it anyway, because after his father passed away his mother was all he had left. When he could - when the Foyets weren’t watching - he did his job as honorably as his circumstances would allow, whether it be shooing away the children playing in the alley or shielding an innocent woman from an assault at the hand’s of any number of goons.
Despite all his good, he still had to do things that kept him up at night. Faces of the men he’d killed plagued his nightmares. In the years he’d worked for Foyet, he hadn’t slept well, until Foyet’s daughter, Y/N had stolen his heart. They would sneak around, watching local children play, eating at local restaurants under the guise of her dining out with his protection and making love in the moonlight. But if Foyet ever found out that the hired help was sleeping with his daughter, he’d be a dead man, and more importantly, his mother would face Foyet’s wrath too.
“Do you think we could live a happy life together, Derek?”
Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he kissed her forehead. “I know it, babe.” Immediately, he shook the image of that happy life from his mind. In this line of work, no one got a happy ending. “But I can’t leave my mother.”
She envied Derek. Despite the difficult position he was in, he had the love of family. As a child, her father had given her everything - she wanted for nothing. And not knowing any better, she believed that he loved her. However, as she grew, she realized she was yet another pawn in her father’s sick games, a budding young woman to be seen and not heard, used at his will for whatever he deemed necessary. “I would never ask you to leave her, but Derek can I ask you something?”
“As hard as I try, I don’t know how long my mother will last.” He knew exactly where Y/N was headed because he’d traveled down that unsavory road before. “If my mom doesn’t make it, I’ll take you away from here so we can live the life we deserve.”
Nestling against his chest, she fell asleep peacefully and allowed herself to dream of a better life.
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In the weeks that followed their clandestine rendezvous, Derek’s mother’s health quickly declined. Her insistent cough only got more frequent and more intense. She had a fever that wouldn’t break and her weight seemed to drop by the day. Derek sought out any and every doctor to try and bring his mother back to health, but it was to no avail, passing peacefully in her son’s arms.
Foyet ensured that the mother of his right hand man had a proper burial. Anyone who knew him could see in his eyes that he didn’t care for people, only money and power, so the funeral was for appearances only. But Derek didn’t care, only silently weeping at her casket with the woman he loved just out of arm’s reach.
After his mother’s passing, Derek carried out Foyet’s orders with barely a thought, only processing his loss and doing his duties in a way that would honor his mother’s life. Y/N allowed him the time he needed to grieve while counting down the days until he could take her away from this life.
When he was finally ready, he snuck out of his room at the Foyet mansion and slipped a letter underneath his lover’s door.
To the woman I love,
You’ve stood by me and allowed me to grieve my mother’s loss for long enough. All she ever wanted for me was my happiness. My happiness is you. Pack lightly - just one bag with anything you think you might need. In one week, we will sneak away under the cover of night and finally be able to live the life we’ve always dreamed of.
Keep our secret close to your heart,
Derek
Fortunately for Y/N, sentiment didn’t run thick within her family. All she wanted to bring of any personal value was a diamond ring that belonged to her late grandmother - the only person in her family to ever show her the true love she desired. Everything else she packed was for necessity or something to pawn. In addition to a mountain of jewelry that her father had given her to buy her love and devotion, she packed her suitcase tightly with as many items of clothing and toiletries as possible.
When the night finally arrived, she awaited the knock that let her know the man she loved was on the other side of the door. Three quick knocks followed by two extras. Opening the door, she was greeted by Derek’s hopeful yet determined gaze. He slipped into the room and kissed her softly. “We have to be quick and move quietly. I have tickets for a train that leaves in less than an hour. Are you ready?”
“More than ready, my love.”
As quietly as possible, Derek lifted the window and slipped their bags outside before guiding her outside. A few creaks and thuds, possible obstacles, kept them on high alert, but they managed to slip away to the streets where Derek had a family friend ready to bring them to the train station.
“Do you think we’ll make it?” She asked, her voice shaking with uncertainty.
Though he hesitated, he refused to believe otherwise. “We will. I promise.” Even if he couldn’t save his mother, he would save the woman he loved from a lifetime of not being shown the love she was entitled to.
At the station, Derek presented the station attendant with their tickets under the shade of his brimmed hat. Slowly, the train halted and with another quick look around, Derek helped Y/N up onto the train and followed behind. With her sigh of relief, he tensed. For now, they were safe, but there would never be a moment that he wouldn’t be looking over his shoulder.
With all that he’d had to do to get to this moment, he wasn’t sure he deserved the life he was attempting to lead, but Y/N couldn’t help being born to an uncaring father. No matter what happened, he would give her the life she’d been deprived of for so long.
