The Mob Boss- Chapter 1 ©Pixi
*A/N: Hello everyone: my lovely readers and all new readers. As I mentioned in the last chapter posted in "My Insufferable Boss"- which to those who don't know, is my story posted on Fanfiction, I will be posting a new story called "The Mob Boss". I even posted a blurb in the last chapter for you guys to have an idea of what I plan on writing. I am really excited about it.
This story is a little different from my previous two as I spent more time researching on the main topics. P.S: I am pretty sure that I know the mafia world a lot LOL.
Anyway I really hope that you enjoy this new story. Please leave a review; I ABSOLUTELY LOVE reading them. Enough rambling! Have a great read!
Oh Happy New Year btw! I hope that you have a great year ahead- filled with happiness and success and good health!
Cheers,
Pixi.*
Chapter 1
"Effin Stan. What did I major in?
"I.T Felicity."
"What were your hopes Felicity?"
"To work as an I.T specialist and to get paid a good salary."
"Did that happen Felicity?"
"No."
"What are doing right now Felicity?"
"Working as a part time cashier at a restaurant."
"Does that include wiping the bar, serving the food, taking out the trash Felicity?"
"You bet your booty that it doesn't!"
Felicity Megan Smoak muttered to herself as she heaved the huge garbage bin outside in the badly lit alley. She paused to wipe her sweaty forehead with her wrist and push the few wisps of hair away from her face. She pushed a huff of annoyance as she pulled the bag towards the trash can; slowly and with great pain.
When she reached the garbage bin, she paused to catch her breath- hands on her knees.
"Damn girl, you need to start doing some cardio. You gonna find yourself six feet under before you can even say 'HOLY MOLLYYYY' EEEEEK- She jumped back when a fat rat scurried past her, almost running on her feet. She pressed her gloved hand on her heaving chest- taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart.
"Jeez, was that a rat or a mini Godzilla? Looks just like Stan; big and disgusting" She took a deep breath then heaved the huge bag in the outdoor trash can. She slammed it shut and leaned against it.
She came back to Starling City with a head full of dreams. Recently graduated from MIT, she decided to return to her birth place after her last break up. Thinking of Ray brought a fresh wave of pain and anger. They had been together all through college then Ray decided that he wanted more out of life. So he broke up with her. Via text. During the finals.
Six months after coming to Starling City, she found herself working for the Merlyn Global Group as a part time IT analyst where the pay was crap. She worked under the supervision of Donald Jude- a male chauvinist, pervert and arrogant butthead. He took credit for all her hard work from his manager and when she dared to report it to the manager, the bloody woman ignored her. After a few months here, she realized that she was going to be short of cash if she did not find a better job.
When she could not find a better job, she found a second job where she was paid quite well and the tips were pretty good as well. Stan, despite being a total dipstick, let her have only the evening and night shifts due to her other work. Well he was pretty happy about finding an almost permanent worker to be there during peak time.
Stan had a restaurant outlet called 'Stan's Burgs'- which to her was a ridiculous name as it sounded like 'burps'. The outlet was situated on the corner of two of the busiest streets of Starling. People who worked long hours or did overtime either called to have their orders prepared or came in to grab their dinner. She had no idea how these people could eat the food. She liked greasy and salty unhealthy food like any other person but since working at Stan's, she had not had a burger from any outlet in months.
After working several months at Stan's she could not even think about eating a morsel of the food. Thinking about eating it made her gag.
So her job is just as a cashier which is ridiculous as all she had to do was enter the tickets and manage the cash register. But as she found out from the other workers, Stan did not really abide by the rules or the contract. He would always have you do something that you should not be doing only because of his mistress Helena. Stan is okay looking guy if you are into the creepy small eyes, beer gut and balding head kind of guy. Helena was an arm candy and a viper. She was a least thirty years younger than him and strutted the kitchen like she was the boss.
Helena started as a cashier herself but when apparently from what the others have told her; Helena had expensive tastes which she could not fulfill with her poor salary. So she got promoted to sucking Stan's disgusting peen in his dingy office. She was the one who gave the orders on the floor and this week she had it out for Felicity. She made her do all the disgusting work like taking out the trash until late at night. Felicity could have left but she made good money there; Stan paid well even if he was a douche most of the time.
"You hiding out there Smoak? The bar ain't going to wipe itself," Stan called from the doorstep.
"Just like you can't wipe your own arse?" Felicity muttered under her breath as she started going back.
"What was that?" Stan asked suspiciously.
"I was just saying that you are a wonderful boss!" she grinned widely.
Stan scoffed. "Yeah right. Are you done ass kissing Smoak? 'Cause you still got cleaning up to do."
"I'll keep that for Helena," she mumbled under her breath as she went inside. The door slammed behind her.
In the darkness of the alley, Oliver Queen grinned. It had been years since he had smiled, let alone grin. John Diggle, Oliver's right- hand man looked incredulously at his boss. It had been years since he had seen him smile.
"What a refreshing personality. I knew someone like that a long long time ago. She would talk to herself and not swear. Ever."
The smile wiped from Oliver's face when a gasp ruptured the quiet night. The gasp lasted only a second but it was heavy with meaning. It symbolized what he despised most but what had become part of his life. Oliver could recognize the last gasp that a person made right before he dies among all the other gasps in the world. He knows every little expression and reaction that a person has right before he dies; he has seen up close as the life drained from someone's eyes. Once he relished the power, then he grew to hate it but today he was indifferent- it was his job, his world, his life.
The silence that followed was thick with tension. Peter had been a good foot soldier until he got greedy and betrayed him and the Cosa Nostra.
"Clean up," he ordered as he gave Diggle his most prized weapon. A foot soldier presented his jacket to him. He pulled it on and entered the awaiting Bentley. Once inside, he pulled out his phone and dialed his favorite investigator. He needed a few information on a certain little blond woman.
Oliver Queen sat on his recliner and lightly rubbed his thumb over the picture of Felicity Megan Smoak. He still remembered her long blond hair and startling blue eyes. She had always been such a tiny little thing compared to his then huge frame.
He knew Felicity Smoak from a long time ago. Being a little genius, she had skipped a few classes at school and had that is how they met. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting the memory assault him again.
15 years ago
Oliver Queen: 10 years old
Felicity Smoak: 7 years old
Oliver jumped out of the huge Bentley. He winced when the move created a searing pain down his back. Last night he had not properly executed his job. Don had not been happy and had whipped his across his back. He was Oliver Queen, heir to late Robert Queen- the previous Don. His father died last year and until he became of age, his father's best friend and Underboss Malcolm Merlyn had taken the reins.
He had taken upon him to 'train' and teach him the ways of a true Boss but Oliver was pretty sure that he was also using that as excuse to take out his frustration on him. Robert Queen even if he was the Mafia Boss had always been a fair man. That is not to say that he did not have his fair share of kills and deaths over his head. But he had always been a great father and husband and had never failed to let them know how much he loved them.
Malcolm Merlyn had been his best friend since they had been little boys but it had always been known to everyone in the Cosa Nostra that it would be Robert who would one day become Boss. Malcolm had been fine with it until Moira came into the picture.
Moira Queen came from old money. She had met both Malcolm and Robert at a party and from that day since, she had known that she would marry Robert. Malcolm had been infatuated with Moira as well but Moira had already chosen Robert.
From that on, Robert and Malcolm's friendship changed; Malcolm became bitter and despite all the efforts on Robert's behalf, he could never forget Moira's rejection. He started getting jealous of Robert's family life, his money, his power and how the people agreed to do what he demanded not because they feared him but because they respected him. When Robert died, Malcolm did not waste any time into getting in his shoes. The only thing that he had not been able to take was Moira.
Devastated after her husband's death, Moira had refused to have any relationships with Malcolm. She was Robert Queen's widow and so she was greatly respected. Both Moira and Robert had been fair people. They had been called the "Power Couple" and were still referred to as that. In the process of losing her husband, Moira had lost herself. She closed herself up in her bedroom and refused to meet anyone. Sometimes he and his sister did not see his mother for days.
The door of the car slammed shut and the Bentley tore out of the parking lot of his school. He hefted his backpack on his shoulder and slumped as he walked through the parking lot. Then remembering his Don's command to walk with his shoulders back, he straightened, his eyes fixed straight on the door.
A surprised squeak to his left made him stumble. He looked to his left to see a little girl in pink overalls on her knees on the asphalt. A blond woman rushed to her side to help her up. The little girl had her back to him. He was pretty sure that nothing phased him but it was as if the sight of the little girl mesmerized him. The blond woman was wearing a waitress's uniform; she was beautiful. She dusted the little girl's pants and wiped her hands. She lightly kissed her cheeks before making eating sounds against her neck. The little girl's carefree giggle washed over him like a ray of sunshine on a cold rainy day.
The woman swatted her little bottom and the little girl turned towards him. She wore square glasses perched on her little button nose. She blew the woman in the car a kiss and waved. The woman honked and peeled out of the parking lot. The little girl halted when she saw him. As she reached him, she gave him a little smile. When he remained stoic, she stopped a few feet away from him and peered at him curiously.
"Hi! My name is Felicity Meghan Smoak. Today is my first day here. What's your name? Do you want to be my friend?"
Oliver looked at her like she had grown a second head. The little girl- Felicity was so so…happy and cheery that it made bile rise in his gut. It was ridiculous why he had this type of reaction but he felt a burst of anger rip through his body. Jealousy like no other engulfed him and he wanted nothing more than to wipe that smile off of his face. At the age of ten when most boys were either playing with Gameboys or out playing soccer, he learnt how to use a gun and to throw a knife. He was the best at throwing knives and never missed his target.
Don always ensured that he left the house with a knife strapped to his thigh. He always claimed that it was better to be careful than sorry. He wanted what the little girl had with her mother; the love, the smiles, the laughter, how carefree she was. At his tender age, he did not know what playing was, he did not have the right to be carefree, he did not know whether he would survive the day or night.
The anger that surged through him urged him to do something that he might live to regret. He pushed the little girl. She went down on her bottom, looking up at him with shocked wide blue eyes. He looked down on her before walking away.
As he reached the door, he could not help but turn back to look at the girl. Ray Palmer, the golden boy of his class was helping the girl up. She blushed prettily at him as she dusted her bottom. Feeling an unidentifiable sensation, Oliver turned sharply away.
15 minutes later
Oliver was sitting at his desk in his class, playing with his pen. His mind was busy with the plans for tonight's mission when his teacher, Mrs Lake entered. She was late by five minutes which has never happened before. As soon as she got in, everyone rushed to their seats.
"Good morning kids! I have a special announcement for you today."
Just then there was a quiet knock at the door.
"Ah there it is. Come in!" Mrs Lake called. The door opened and Lo Behold! The little girl, Felicity Smoak entered the class. She went towards Mrs Lake who grinned lovingly at her. Felicity looked shyly at the class and pushed her glasses up her nose.
"This is Felicity Meghan Smoak. She will be joining this class as of today; I hope that you will welcome her well and make her feel at home here. She just came to Starling City as her mom has joined a new job. Ms Smoak here is younger than the rest of you; she is only seven and she has done an I.Q test which shows that she is very smart and intelligent. I hope that you learn something from her."
Felicity continued to smile and waved awkwardly to the class.
"Hello everyone."
"Why don't you take a seat on the third row?" Mrs Lake ushered Felicity to her seat which was directly in front of him.
Her eyes grew wide when she saw him glaring at her. She visibly swallowed- hard and quietly sat down. She pulled her chair away from his desk. Just to get a rise out of her, he leaned forward. He was tall for his ten years and dwarfed most of his fellow classmates. He exhaled on the back of her neck. She stiffened and turned her head slightly to the right, looking at him. He glared back.
She quickly turned her head to the front and casually glanced to her right. She smiled shyly when she saw Ray Palmer next to her. Palmer grinned and made a silly wave to which she responded back while grinning.
Oliver bit his inner cheek to keep his growl contained but maybe he did a particular noise because Palmer turned to look at him. He nervously looked back in front when Oliver glared at him.
The flashback stopped when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Boss."
"What do you have for me Dig?" Oliver closed the file and put it on the coffee table in front of him. He has lived his entire life in luxury but this was taking it beyond wealthy. Since becoming boss, he had tripled the Cosa Nostra's wealth. He lived in one of the most- if not the most luxurious and upscale houses in Starling. His office was decorated with the most expensive pieces of furniture and paintings.
The walls were a deep burgundy and cream; a mahogany desk took almost half of the room while his personalized chair sat like a throne. A fire roared in the chimney as he reclined in his comfortable armchair. Huge bookshelves adorned the wall on the right and two big comfortable couches completed the room.
Oliver clicked on the button on the remote and the crystal chandelier right above his head came on.
"Carlos is a hard nut to crack. He said nothing."
"Was Deadshot with you?"
"Yes. Deadshot worked him until he blacked out but he never said anything. Not one word."
Oliver was impressed. Deadshot was one of the vilest and fucked up man that he knew. He was one of his best men when it came to torture and getting information.
Oliver sighed and stood up. He walked to his desk and pulled a file from his drawer. He closed his coat and walked to the door.
"Then maybe it's time for me to pay a little visit to Mr Carlos," Oliver said grimly. He walked out the door and missed the wicked smile on Diggle's face.
Oliver snapped another finger on Carlos' hand. The man's cry of pain was muffled by the rag that one of his men had put in his mouth.
Up till now Oliver had broken two fingers and stabbed two arrows in Carlos' thighs but the men was quieter than a tomb. But Oliver knew that all men had a weak spot.
Oliver wiped the blood from his hands on the kitchen rag and stood. He had reached Carlos' place- a quiet neighborhood to find the man attached to a chair in his kitchen. Two men stood behind him with silencers, waiting for him to come around.
It has been a little over half an hour since he started 'working' on Carlos and so far he'd got nothing. Unlike any other mob boss, Oliver never lost his calm; he ever raised his voice nor did he ever get angry. Some say that he had no feelings and felt no remorse. His only argument was that he had killed, hurt and murdered too many to feel anything anymore.
"Who is behind all of this?" Carlos stopped heaving but little sounds of pain still erupted from him.
Carlos spat blood on the white floor and snickered.
"I am not going to tell you anything. You can kill me or keep torturing me, I would never tell you anything."
Oliver had to admit; the man had balls of steel. There was exceptional about the man. He was bulky, in his forties with greying hair and the beginning of a beer gut. The only thing which stood out for him were his eyes- they were dead; just like his were.
Oliver made a move to grab the unopened file when the fire alarm started blasting from outside. Oliver saw Carlos visibly stiffen. He froze but Oliver could see his eyes clearing and sharpening.
"I'M FINE UNCLE CARLOS! I FORGOT TO SWITCH OFF THE STOVE AGAIN!" Oliver's head snapped around and he walked to the window. Pulling away the curtain, he caught a glimpse of tumbling blond hair out of the window.
She kept flopping what looked like a dish towel to put out the smoke. She coughed, disappeared then the back door on the porch opened and she came tumbling out. She was dressed in SpongeBob pajama pants and a purple tank top with her hair loose on her shoulders.
Oliver's hungry gaze ran all over her body; from her gorgeous and bountiful ass to her barely covered chest. He turned back to look at Carlos who started to struggle when he saw the smirk on Oliver's face. The chair started to wobble. The two men behind him braced their weight against the chair to keep it right side up.
"Who is this delightful creature Carlos?"
Other families had heirlooms such as rings, necklaces or even crowns but Oliver's heirloom was a knife passed on to him from his father. He pulled it out and twirled it in his right hand. Carlos froze. Everyone one in the business knew that when the mob boss pulled out his heirloom, someone was getting killed. Always.
"You leave her alone you son of a bitch!" Carlos continued to struggle and wiggle in his chair.
"Tsk tsk. So she is someone special to you? She called you Uncle right?"
Oliver never attacked or threatened family members especially women and children but being the mob boss, people never fully knew what he would or would not do. Oliver bent down to look into Carlos' eyes and said.
"If you don't start talking, I will go grab that little blonde and bring her here, kicking and screaming. You know what my men will do to her once I'm done with her don't you?"
Oliver felt bile rise in his gut as he thought about what some of his men were capable of. He has lived in the mob world all of his life and let's just say that he had seen a lot of vile and disgusting things that his men had done to women. He was far from being a saint but he never raised his hand on woman nor has he abused one. He never had the need to abuse one.
Oliver was aware of his good looks; he had a chiseled jaw with an ever permanent scruff. His baby blue eyes and blond hair made him all the more attractive to women. Unlike most of the mob bosses, Oliver kept his physique in good shape. Even if he was permanently covered by guards, everyone was aware that he could take care of himself if need be. Being six foot three and having bulging biceps made women swoon so he never had to abuse or force himself on any woman.
Carlos still stubbornly refused to say anything which made Oliver sigh. With a flick of his wrist, he had a guard outside going towards the woman's house before Carlos could blink.
"Okay okay! Fine! I'll tell you. Please don't hurt her. Please! Call him back please."
Oliver gave a nod and Diggle whistled. The guard stopped and came back, remaining outside though.
"I am working for Damien Darhk. He- he wants to take over your city so he has been selling crack mixed with some secret drug that he's been concocting in his warehouse. He- he's been selling it at a lower price but from what information I have, the drug- it's more potent than pure crack. It's been selling like fucking bread."
Oliver had heard of Damian Dahrk and his ever present thirst to acquire more and more territory. He just could not understand how he had dared think that he would be able to take over his city. Damian Dahrk was a greedy man but his greed was no match for Oliver's stubbornness to keep his city under his control.
"Dahrk know that you are such a rat? You told us everything just like that? Not very faithful to him are you?" Diggle scoffed.
"That's because I am not faithful to him. I needed to get close to him as a way to take him down. So I made my way up to him and we were so close to taking him down when you found me." Carlos sapt more blood on the floor and glared at Oliver.
"You said we. We who?" Carlos froze and Oliver could see that he had him cornered. He knew that he had him but he still waited for Carlos to ponder on his situation.
"Fine. I will tell you everything but I need your word first."
"My word on what?"
"The girl next door, Felicity Smoak, she is not my real niece but I have been her uncle for over a decade and a half. She is an IT analyst and a computer hacker. I have contacts from the FBI and I have their full support to take down Dahrk. You must be wondering why am I not using FBI's technology to do the dirty job? The FBI has a mole and until they don't find out who he is, they cannot do anything. Felicity is good at what she does. She has been able to get into his database but it has been so encrypted that it's taking Felicity a lot of time to get through."
"Is the girl aware of what you do? Or who she is hacking?" Oliver gritted. Carlos shook his head no.
"She only knows that she is doing me a favor. She has no idea that the mob even exists or that I am involved with them. I don't know for how long I'll be able to hide that from her though. She is a smart girl; she'll catch on quickly enough."
"WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT. FROM. ME?"
"I want your word that you will protect her. I will give you all of Dahrk's information and business deals but I need to know that she will be safe. I-"
"Why do you want to take Dahrk down so much?" Oliver interrupted.
Oliver saw the fire in Carlo's eyes. The man visibly started bristling with anger.
"He killed my Maria. She worked as a waitress at the local bar. She had been expecting and we were a little tight on the budget. So she decided that she would waitress for some time. She lied to me; telling me that she was waitressing at a safe place but she was in fact in one of the most prestigious bars in Central City. The tips were great as the bar was only open to the rich freaks."
Carlos had a wistful look on his face as he went back to his past.
"She was a beautiful woman, dark hair and blue eyes. Dahrk saw her one night and wanted a piece of her. Each time that he asked, she refused until one day in a fit of rage he slapped her and she fell. She had been five months along at that point. The fall made her lose the baby. After that Maria just lost the willingness to live. She stopped eating, drinking, sleeping.
One night I came home early to find her gone. She went to the bar again. He shot her in the stomach. I got to the hospital in time for her to tell me to kill him. I promised her then that I would see Damian Dahrk dead if it's the last thing that I do. He killed my unborn child. He killed my Maria. My wife!"
Oliver understood the need for revenge better than anyone. He understood the need to kill, the burning anger to rip the person apart, the thirst to have blood on his hands.
"Felicity has been helping me dig dirt on him but the bastard covers his tracks well. Recently he found out that someone had repeatedly tried to hack him. After numerous failed attempts to find the identity of the hacker, he has put a bounty on her head."
Oliver's heart slammed painfully in his chest. Bounty meant that every person involved in the mob industry would be after her hide.
"How much?"
"One million dead, two alive."
Fuck.
"I give you my word that I will protect the girl with my life. I will help you take down Damian Dahrk and you will also have my protection until he is taken down," Oliver vowed.
Oliver watched from the shadows as Felicity Smoak walked outside, still mumbling to herself under her breath.
He moved silently from his hiding spot until his body was in the light but his face was still hidden.
"Jeez! You scared the socks out of me!" Felicity was turning around after having dumped her trash bag when she saw the man standing behind her. She pressed a hand to her heaving chest as she glowered at the tall man.
"I apologize. I did not mean to scare you." The voice that spoke was cultured and deep, slightly raspy. It sent a tingle to her feminine regions even though she had no idea what he looked like.
As the man came closer, she realized that she was alone in an alley with an unknown man who was tall and built and there was no one else to save her in case he attacked her.
"Who are you and what do you want from me?" Felicity asked as she took a step back. The man stopped.
"I am the boss."
"Whose boss?" Felicity heard a snicker. It was then that she realized that the man was not alone. She tried to look in the dark but she could not see anyone.
"The mob boss."
"The mob? Like the mafia?" Felicity asked disbelievingly. She stepped closer to the man when three huge men stepped in the light. Her eyes widened and Oliver silently cursed as she stepped back several paces.
He lifted his hand to halt their progress. "I promise, I mean you no harm. You have my word. I only need to speak to you."
When she stayed quiet with her eyes still trained on the men, he sighed.
"Would you mind stepping in the car for a moment?" That made her stumble out of her thoughts.
"Wait you are really from the mob? How do I know that? Do you have guns like in the movies?" Oliver sighed and turned his head slightly. He inclined his head and the three men took out their guns. Felicity stepped closer to the men, her fear gone as her curiosity was peaked. She moved closer to Diggle and almost touched the gun when she pulled back. She grabbed her apron and touched the gun with the apron.
Smart girl.
"Can I hold it?" Diggle put the gun in her hands and she lifted it close to her. She carefully turned it until she was holding it properly. She lifted it on Oliver and suddenly three guns pointed in her direction. His men were trained to protect him with their lives. She gasped and almost dropped the gun.
Diggle took it from her and the men put their guns away.
"What- what do you want to talk about?" she rubbed her hands on her apron and moved closer to the dumpster.
"Why don't we move in the car?" he repeated.
"Uh-huh. I watch a lot of movies. I ain't getting in a car with four huge meat- I mean men. I ain;t going anywhere with you" He was pretty sure she had been about to say meat heads.
"Very well, we can talk here itself."
"Do you know a Damian Dahrk?"
"Hmm no?"
"I believe in ripping the band aid instead of slowly removing it. We have got an Intel that there is a bounty on your head. And the person to put it is Damian Dahrk."
Felicity's mouth hanged open in disbelief.
"Bounty? A bounty- bounty?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
"1 million dead, two alive."
"I'm very sorry but I think that I am maybe, probably, possibly going to faint which is strange because I never faint."
Oliver barely had time to catch her as she fell in his arms.
*A/N: My lovely readers I hope that you enjoyed this beginning. I worked hard on this story. Do leave a review, I LOVE reading them! I also want to take this opportunity to wish all of you a very happy new year 2016. Sending much love, kisses and good wishes your way. Have a lovely time!
Cheers,
Pixi.*
