Slade Wilson was a man of means he was brought into an empire and his father had taught him the family business and once his father began to age the family business was passed onto him. His father was Russian and his mother was an Australian beauty who had met his father on a business venture to the desert. Slade was the ring leader for the Russian Mafia his fortune was beyond any wealthy elite in America. He oversaw Bratva captains at meetings and had a massive house and acres and acres of land in an isolated area. His house had tight security with men situated around gates which lead up to his house.
Slade had another house on his property where his men slept and for his most trustworthy of men, men who he considered friends and family he had other properties for them, smaller properties on his land inside of the gates. One of his most trustworthy of friends was John Diggle. They had grown up together and John's father had been his own father's right hand man. John had married Slade's sister Lyla and they lived in one the houses with their son Andrew.
5 Years ago Slade had saved a young man, Oliver Queen. Soon the man became one of his men. One of his family members and was given a room in Slade's house. For the first two years he moved around checking up on the Captains under Slade's command. He ensured everything was running smoothly with all their businesses. The Bratva was a Brotherhood and Oliver had felt like he had somewhere to go, something to do after a tragic fire ripped away his parents and sister. After the fire Oliver had drowned his sorrows with alcohol and soon started training in the gym to work off all his stress. And when Slade had found him he had trained him personally, bo-staffs and swords. But he had found from all the weapons he was amazing at archery. Although he enjoyed archery he had been trained in guns and explosive weapons.
For the past three years Oliver lived in Slade's house next door to his son Roy Wilson. Roy was a very hot headed kid who very often disagreed with his dad even though Slade worked hard to teach his son the family business. It wasn't that Roy didn't want to be part of the family business but sometimes punishments or other forms of violence he took to a new level insisting that when the men disobeyed they shouldn't be sent to the room to be beaten up but they should be ended.
Oliver got on well with Roy and had even sparred with him on several occasions but the kid had anger issues and Oliver knew that it was best not get in his way much not just for his safety but he was the boss's son after all.
"Kid" Slade addressed him; Oliver had been standing guard outside his office for the past hour. Oliver walked in and stood straight and firm waiting for Slade to address him. "Now, now kid you can drop the good little servant act" he laughed patting a hand on his back.
Oliver smiled and took a seat without being asked to. He had gotten close to Slade, true brotherhood and at times Slade filled his father's shoes sometimes. Oliver had lost his parents at the age of 21, he was currently 26 but he still needed that kind of figure around.
"I am going away for the weekend on business I will need you to hold the fought, Digg will be coming with me and I decided Roy too otherwise this place will be a bomb site if he was left in charge" Slade smirked, his son took after him and his own rage.
"Of course" Oliver said quickly, he remembered how much stick, looks and bruises he got from the other men as Oliver had been there for long but Slade already trusted him more than the others. After Slade had found out about this he had killed three of his men and made it clear that if anybody was to disobey Oliver they would meet the same fate.
Oliver followed Slade outside of the gates to their small airstrip which harboured Slade's private jet. Diggle and Roy were waiting for Slade so they could board.
"See ya" Oliver smiles as hugs Slade goodbye.
Returning back to the house Oliver set up shop in Slade's office going through the books of the latest shipments they had made. Although Oliver and Slade were close in the brother/son kind of way there were times when Slade was extreme, if Oliver messed up Slade treated him like all the other men. He was taken to the room and beaten. If Oliver hesitated when given a command he was beaten. Oliver preferred getting beaten than being a passenger. A passenger was a punishment; the passenger would be moved from one room to another every half hour meaning they would never sleep. Sometimes it lasted days but the worst when was it lasted weeks, feeling weak and powerless. Oliver preferred getting beaten.
It was Sunday and Slade was due to come home later that night. Oliver was walking towards the kitchen and wanted to ask the kitchen staff for some food. Walking into the kitchen he stopped in his tracks when he saw a pair of long legs. Bare long legs with a very short skirt leaning across the kitchen counter. The person, the girl had long blonde hair which hung loosely behind her back. Her skirt was so short it left nothing to the imagination and Oliver knew if she was to lean anymore over the counter he would see her ass.
Swallowing hard as it had been at least 5 months since he was last with a girl, he tried to keep his mind off dirty thoughts as she was clearly in some sort of school outfit as she was wearing knee high socks. Olive knew some of the men had families but none of them had daughters this old, how the hell did this girl get into the house.
Oliver pulled out his pocket knife, he ran towards the girl gripping her from the behind and bringing the knife to her throat as his other hand covered her mouth.
"Speak and I will cut your throat, how did you get in here" he growled.
Next thing Oliver knew was the girl bit his hand smacked her head back against him and had him pinned to the floor. She straddled him whipping her to one side and bringing the knife to his throat.
"I can ask you the same question" she spoke. Oliver didn't move he couldn't risk it. He looked at her blue eyes they were mesmerising behind her glasses she was beautiful. She dropped the knife and got off him. "No manners don't you know it's rude to jump a girl before asking her on a date" she smirked and with that left the kitchen.
Oliver remained on the floor stunned as to what had just happened, one he had just been taken down by a girl who by the looks of it may have only known that move. He quickly rose and began searching the corridors for the girl.
Oliver paused when he heard voices and when he turned it revealed Slade and Roy making their way towards the office.
"Hello Oliver, yes a little earlier than scheduled but …"
"Captain" Oliver interrupted knowing he needed to explain why before he earned few punches. Before Oliver could explain the girl he had the encounter with earlier strolled down the corridor towards them.
"Dad" she called stoning Oliver to the floor. Slade pushed past Oliver and embraced his daughter tightly.
Oliver remained locked in position he had just held a blade to his boss's daughters throat. Oliver knew Slade had a daughter who apparently was at some sort of fancy private college but he had never seen pictures and he had never met her. Slade never spoke about his daughter and he could only assume it was to protect her, he knew if he had a daughter he wouldn't be spreading information or mentioning her to anyone. He wouldn't even carry any pictures or hung any, even the men in his house couldn't be fully trusted you just didn't know of everyone's intentions.
"Hi baby" he whispered as he hugged his daughter tightly swinging her round once. Oliver noticed that the girl had now pulled her skirt lower down and her legs weren't as bare as before.
Roy tapped his father and moved to hug his sister too and Diggle followed.
"When did you get here?" Slade asked holding onto her hand.
"Earlier, it is the summer breaks remember as much as you would want college to run during the holidays it just doesn't" she giggled.
"Right of course I just thought you would have gone to that excursion thing you told me when we last skyped" Slade said.
"Hmm well I wanted to come home" she smiled. Slade watched his daughter and looked her up and down he noticed a small scratch on her neck. He placed his hand on her neck and brushed it.
"Who did this" he growled.
Oliver swallowed hard.
"I'll tell you exactly who did this" she said seriously as Oliver closed his eyes ready to die. "My comb, the one I use to tweeze my hair shall I bring it out for questioning" she laughed and spotted Oliver exhale from the corner of her eye.
Slade chuckled and put her arm around her shoulders as they walked away.
A few hours later Slade, Roy and his daughter along with the Diggles were seated in the dining room ready to eat.
"Kid" Slade said catching Oliver's attention as he walked past the dining room. "Come join us, sorry I didn't introduce my daughter earlier this is Felicity" he smiles.
"Hello Felicity" he speaks softly.
"Hello Mr Queen" Felicity had always addressed her father's men as Mr their surname or Mr along with their first names.
"No Mr Queen was my father, please call me Oliver" he says immediately regretting speaking to her for that much.
"Yeah but he died I mean he burned omg sorry" she blurted out "I am going to go wash up" she excused herself quickly.
Slade chuckled and looked at Oliver hoping she hadn't offended him. "Oliver can you please get me the reports I want to go through it before the main course". Oliver nodded and excused himself to retrieve the files.
Coming back Oliver ran straight into Felicity.
"I'm so sorry" he said as he grabbed on to her elbows to steady her.
"Wow you're sure to like to man handle me Oliver" she smirked.
"Why didn't you tell your father?" he asked curiously.
She flinched Oliver noticed, "Well he tends to overreact you were just doing your jobs but he would have had your head and I don't want that on my conscious"
Oliver laughs. "What?" she asks.
"Nothing"
"Please enlighten me" she insists.
"DO you know who your father is what he does"
"Of course I do but what can I do, you do not choose your family only your own path, do you know what my father does a little hypocritical of you when you work for him" she says poking him the chest.
"Yes I do and I hate it at times but first time in a long time in its own sick and twisted way I feel at home"
Felicity blinks several times. "You took the words out of my mouth" she whispers.
Oliver looks and her and sees sadness, his attention is drawn away when he sees a guard walk past them and he moves back noticing just how close he was.
"I'm sorry I did not mean to …"
"Don't apologise please apart from my brother my aunt and uncle everybody else treats me differently and tip-toes I like that you talk" she admits.
Oliver stares at her for a brief moment and realised he too liked talking to her. It had been a while since he just spoke to someone, he thought most probably since his sister.
They get back to the dining room and Oliver tries really hard not to look at her but she is so breathtakingly beautiful that he struggles. He knew that he was going to be with Slade in the house the whole summer and it just started to look brighter.
Ok so this is my first fic, idea sort of came to me … I want this to be at least 30 chapters and I hope to develop it as much as I can I have some ideas in its direction but just so you know this is and Olicity story. Felicity is Slade's daughter, Oliver works for Slade they fall in love behind Slade's back. What will happen if Slade found out.