Chapter 1- Welcome to Anvil
Hey guys! Here is my first Punisher series fanfic. I will be writing 6 chapters to this story. I wrote this story series as you the reader being one of the main characters, sort of replacing Dinah Madani. I also based my fanfic off of the Punisher series, not the comics. There will be lots of fluff, SMUT, some violence and fighting. The first few chapters will be about Billy and you getting to know one another as you figure out your assignment with the ATF while working at Anvil. I appreciate your feedback. Enjoy!
There is some SMUT in the first chapter, but not too much. Parental discretion advised for anyone under the age of 18. Acronyms: SMUT=Sexual fiction, ATF=Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, Y/N=Your name, Y/L/N=Your last name.
You walk through the back doors of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. Your knee high black suede Vera Wang boots clinked at each step you took on the icy cemented pavement. It was a brutally cold Monday morning in New York City, with snow on the ground from the previous day's storm. You continue walking down Manhattan Boulevard, your black trench coat swaying from the wind, until you reach what looked like a deserted warehouse. As you open the back door of the warehouse per the instructions provided to you, and a loud metal screeching sound haunts you as the doors shut loudly behind you, causing you to jump. Your eyes widen as you walk into what appeared to be very clean and meticulously transferred office space. There were several rooms where an educational training was being conducted and another room where extensive physical training was taking place. You walk up to a very large reception desk, ran by a middle-aged male who looked like an ex-marine. He looked at you from above his glasses.
"May I help you?" he asks, looking you up and down.
You lick your cranberry velvety lips that matched your silk collared shirt.
"I have a meeting with Billy Russo at 10 a.m." you say confidently.
The receptionist is still glancing at you, his eyebrows raised. You fire a look back at him, smirking your beautiful plumped lips. He finally looks away and opens the work schedule for Billy Russo. He picks up the Vonage head set and makes a call.
"This is Billy."
"Mr. Russo, Ms. (Y/L/N) is here to see you."
Billy sits up in his chair as he twists the cord to his phone, looking at the photo on your profile that was submitted with your application.
"Great, I'll be right there.
The receptionist looks at you again.
"Have a seat Ms. (Y/L/N). Billy will be out in a few minutes."
"Thanks." you say as you take a seat on the black leather sofa.
You cross your long legs under the black pinstriped skirt that snugged your voluptuous body. For a business meeting, you looked fine as hell. You wore your long loosely curled hair swooped to one side, hanging down your left shoulder. Your eyes were dark and bold, enhanced by your crazy long eye lashes. You usually would not show up to a business meeting looking this fly, but you had a mission to accomplish, and you would not be successful in completing this mission if you didn't receive assistance from Billy Russo.
Working at Anvil was something that you had contemplated doing for a while, especially after you convinced your boss into letting you apply for this special assignment. If you were hired for this special assignment, you would be the first female to work at Anvil, making history and changing the brotherhood concept.
You hear footsteps and a conversation of someone from down the hall.
"We'll be ready, don't you worry Spencer."
"I just don't think we'll be trained in enough time, boss."
Billy opens his mouth to what he thought would be another word to Anvil member Spencer Geiger, however, after his quick glance of you, it left him speechless, unable to convey the message to Spencer.
"Wow, that photo does her no justice at all."
Spencer looks at Billy in confusion, then at you.
"We'll finish this conversation later, Spencer. My 10 am appointment has arrived." Billy says as he begins walking towards you.
Billy starred at you intensely as he made his way over to you, his eyes never leaving yours.
He approaches you and you stand, your curves exposed under your black trench coat.
Billy continues glancing at your face, his mouth partly opened as his tongue brushes across his top lip, then across his bottom lip. His dark orbs continue drinking you in, studying every curve of your beautiful face. His eyes wander down to your luscious lips, then to your neck and collar bone, and then to your cleavage jumping out of your silk shirt.
The room suddenly felt warmer.
Billy's eyes slowly return to yours, a bit hooded as he his mouth let off a smirkish grin.
You began to feel slightly nervous as you feel Billy's eyes glued to yours. Your breathing became a bit heavier and you needed a way to break this awkward silence.
"Fuck he's gorgeous." you say to yourself.
You stick out your hand to engage in a professional handshake.
"I'm special agent (Y/N), ATF."
Billy provides you with his large hand, taking your hand and slightly caressing it with his fingers.
Chills shoot all through your body. You roll your eyes in pleasure.
Billy smiles.
"I'm Billy Russo, CEO and founder of Anvil Securities." He says in a deep husky voice.
Your breathing intensifies.
Billy's smile widens.
You snatch your hand away and place some loose curls behind your ear, looking down to the floor and biting your lips nervously.
Billy found your nervousness to be sexy, hell, he found everything about you sexy.
"Is there a problem, Ms. (Y/L/N)?" Billy asks, biting his bottom lip while still smiling.
You look back up at him.
"No, no. Let's get started with our meeting, shall we?" You say, suddenly taking charge and feeling confident again.
"Right this way." Billy says, leading you down the hallway.
You look around at the gorgeous office space. From the outside, Anvil looked like a real shit hole. Inside though, it was an amazing space transformed into an inside training camp. Although Anvil sometimes changed its locations depending on the assignment or operation, the space in New York city was the main headquarters.
"After you." Billy says as you walk into his lavish office. His office was three times the size of yours, very clean and systematized. There were no photos of friends or family members on his walls nor on his desk. There were expensive artifacts and artwork from around the world displayed in his office.
You were intrigued with how clean and organized his office was, and how cultured he appeared to be.
You take off your trench coat before sitting down at a glass rounded table with cushioned seats.
"I'll take that for you."
Billy takes your coat and pushes the chair into the table gently as you sit down.
"Can I get you anything to drink, (Y/L/N)?" Billy asks, starring at your crossed legs and fitted skirt.
"What do you have?" You ask, suddenly feeling more confident as you smile provocatively.
Billy laughs.
"I guess you're wanting to end the day early, Ms. (Y/L/N)?" Billy says as he opens his oak cabinet, filled with liquor.
"It is five o'clock somewhere." You say, still smiling.
Billy laughs.
"You do know that I could get fired from my current job if caught drinking on the job, right Mr. Russo?"
Billy pours you a glass of scotch on the rocks, then he pours himself a glass.
"Please, call me Billy. And, you work for me now, so you don't have to worry about protecting the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives any longer. Besides, my collection of liquor is legitimate and purchased legally."
You smile as Billy hands you your drink.
You both stare at one another before taking a sip.
This interview was definitely different from any other interview that you've had. Hell, was this even an interview?
"So (Y/L/N) I've reviewed your file and you're a perfect fit for the assignment. You're hired. How soon can you start?" Billy says, taking a long sip of his scotch, looking up at you with slight wrinkles forming on his forehead.
"I was ready yesterday." You say, taking a long sip as you sink into the abyss of Billy's dark orbs.
Billy finishes his drink and stands to pour himself another glass.
"More for you, (Y/L/N)?"
"No thank you, I am good."
"Great, so does tomorrow morning at 8 work for you? We need you to inspect every firearm that we have to ensure compliance with the ATF laws. We need to have all guns registered for licensing as quickly as possible."
"That shouldn't be a problem, Billy. How many firearms are you talking about?"
Billy gulps down his drink.
"Come with me."
Billy leads you out of his office and you both take an elevator to a lower basement.
"This Ms. (Y/L/N) is where we store out firearms."
"Holy fuck." You say to yourself.
The basement contained thousands of firearms, all organized by size, type, etc. Each firearm needed to be registered for compliance.
"So I didn't catch the date, but exactly how soon do you need these firearms registered Billy?"
"I would have liked them registered last week, that's why I hired you. Is two weeks enough time, Ms. (Y/L/N)?"
You look around the basement and inspect each gun.
"It really depends, Billy. I mean, you're talking about thousands of guns that need to be inspected, qualified and registered, which could take months."
Billy clenches his jaw. He needed the firearms as soon as possible to complete his mission. The members of Anvil worked day and night in preparation for this special assignment.
"But, I can work in batches. Do you really need all these guns for what you need to accomplish?"
"Actually, yes I do, Ms. (Y/L/N).
You raise your eyebrow.
"Please Billy, call me (Y/N)."
Billy smiles.
"Will do."
You smile back.
"Don't disappoint me (Y/N)." Billy says as he winks at you.
"I can assure you Billy, you won't be disappointed."
Billy looks at your rump as you walk towards the elevators.
"Goddamn she has a nice tight little ass."
Billy tried so hard not to touch your rump, and had to use all his might to restrain himself.
You both return to Billy's office and sit at the glass table.
Billy looks at you again, licking his lips.
"I know this is very forward me of (Y/N), but would you be interested in going out with me for a drink this evening?"
You look a bit stunned, although you really weren't that surprised, especially with how fly you looked, which you did on purpose.
"Billy, let me set the record straight, I don't date my bosses. But one drink between a boss and his subordinate seems fine."
"Deal, meet me at Manhattan Penthouse bar on Fifth Avenue at 6 pm sharp."
"I'll be there."
"Great. See you tonight, (Y/N)."
As you make your way to the subway, you grin thinking about the way the interview went today with Billy Russo. He appeared to be a perfect gentleman, but there seemed to be no substance to his life. You became curious to find out more about him on a personal and professional level. Meeting with him could be a bad thing for you, but you couldn't stop yourself from meeting with this handsome Casanova. Yes, he may have a perfect face, body, charm, is a perfect gentleman and a very rich and well established man, you had to keep your relationship with him strictly professional. But if playing the flirting game and breaking a few rules would get you the answers needed to accomplishment your mission, you were willing to take that chance.
You return to your high rise apartment at a quarter past 4 after returning from your special agent job with the ATF. You would be working temporarily for Anvil starting tomorrow on a 3-6 month special assignment until your mission was completed.
As you walk up to your porch, you notice the bouquet of red roses awaiting you. You pick them up, reading a note that said:
"Welcome to Anvil. I'm looking forward to working with you and getting to know you better. See you tonight at 6 pm sharp. – Billy."
You smile as you walk into your apartment and place the beautiful flower arrangement on your dining table. It has always been your policy not to date men that you work with, especially your boss. It is very obvious that Billy was attracted to you and that you were attracted to him, but there was no way in hell you could date him. You didn't want him to get in the way of your mission…..your mission in finding Frank Castle, which you knew Billy would have some insight too. As long as you keep things professional with Billy, things will go smoothly, is what you told yourself. But damn, he wasn't making it easy looking fine as hell and acting like a perfect gentleman. He obviously goes for what he wants, which explains his career the flip side, if you seduce him enough, he may spill the beans about Frank Castle before you even ask.
You change your clothes and throw on some dark denim skinny jeans with a long black sweater dress that hung off your shoulders. You change your lipstick to a nude color, which looked perfect with your bold smoky eyes. You toss your hair up in a high dangling ponytail that bounced each time you moved. You throw on your 3 inch high black ankle boots and your black trench coat. You looked fly again, but when didn't you look fly?
You arrive at the Manhattan Penthouse bar at 5:55 pm. You walk up to the bar and you see Billy sitting there, drinking a bottle of Dos Equis beer.
Billy's eyes widen as you approach him. His heart began to beat a little faster and he smiled as you sat down next to him.
"You're early." He says, still grinning at you.
"A girl has to keep her promise, especially with her new boss." You say, smiling back at him.
Billy laughs.
"I'm liking you already, (Y/N)."
You smile, blushing a little.
"What can I get for you?" he asks, drinking in your rare beauty.
"I'll have a glass of Malbec."
"Not a sweet drinker I see?"
"I like my drinks a bit bitter."
Billy's eyebrows raise as he laughs.
"Is that how you like your men, too?"
"I guess that's for me to know and for you to find out."
Oh boy, the flirting has begun. You knew that you were playing a very dangerous game with Billy. But maybe if you played along with this harmless flirting you may get some information out of him about Frank. Besides, there's nothing wrong with innocent flirting between an employee and her boss right?
Not in this world.
Billy bites his bottom lip and brushes his tongue across his top lip slowly. You stare at the way he licks his lips and your mouth begins to water. Your breathing suddenly intensifies and you feel a burning sensation between your legs.
The sexual tension between the two of you is getting stronger.
Your drink arrives and you gulp it down like water. Billy is already on his third bottle of Dos Equis, which he gulps down immediately after you gulp down your drink.
"You ready to get outta here?" Billy says in a deep husky voice.
"Yeah." You say, almost in a whisper.
You barely had time to take in the elegance of Billy Russo's penthouse suite. It had to be worth at least 11 million dollars. It was a high rise two story suite with vaulted ceilings and very large glass windows in almost every corner.
Billy presses you firmly up against the wall of his living room and your hands are entwined in his beautiful locks. He glances at you for a moment before taking things any further. He cups your face, caressing every curve before brushing his thumb lightly over your heart shaped lips.
"Damn you're so beautiful."
Billy slowly glides his lips over yours, taking in the softness of your beautiful maws. You moan breathlessly before his lips are completely covering yours. The kiss starts off very slow and tender, his lips softly sucking on yours. Billy's tongues moves lightly around your mouth, seeking an invitation to go deeper, and you happily oblige. You open your mouth a bit wider and he slips his tongue inside, searching for yours. Your tongues meet and they clash against one another like soaring waves. You tasted so sweet, even though your wine was a bit bitter. The kiss deepened and Billy was kissing you hard and powerfully. You both moan loudly as he began caressing your neck and collar bone. Before you know it, his hands are trickling down your breasts and to your waist. He lifts you while still laying hard yet tender kisses on you, your legs wrapped in his arms and your arms wrapped around his broad neck.
While still kissing you strongly, he leads you to his bedroom on the second floor of is penthouse suite and lays you atop of his giant king sized bed. He breaks the kiss and lays himself atop of you. He softly caresses your loose hair out of your face and smiles at you.
"Is this what you want, (Y/N)?" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned about you.
You bite your bottom lip, almost hesitant to respond. You had a mission to accomplish, and now you were willing to do whatever it took to get the job done. Even if you didn't have a mission to accomplish, there was no way you could walk away from a man this irresistible.
"Yes…..please…yeess." You say, whispering desperately.
Billy lifts your head and brings you in closer to him, kissing you fervently. You sit up, reaching for his shirt that you tear open, leaving buttons racing across the large bedroom. Billy begins removing your black sweater dress slowly beneath your shoulders, when he notices a large scar right above your breasts. He stops and looks at you in concern.
"What's this?" He asks you, caressing the scar.
"It happened while I was in a drug bust in El Salvador."
Billy caresses your face and kisses the deep scar.
"Awww baby, you gotta be careful. We can't have your pretty little body getting hurt like that again."
Your eyes widen and you frown at Billy.
"I'm a tough girl." You say, somewhat offended. "I can handle myself."
"I know that, but I still don't understand what a fine looking lady like you wants accomplish in these tough streets."
You pull away from Billy.
"Excuse me? Am I supposed to be flattered?" You say, getting angry.
"No, no. I'm just sayin to leave the tough shit to the men. You should be out getting a pedicure and taking care of that beautiful body of yours rather than getting caught up in firearms and explosives."
You are pissed now. You move towards Billy, crawling on your hands and knees on the mattress while he is crawling backward, trying to get away from you.
"I'll have you know Mr. Russo that I am the most qualified special agent on the ATF task force. I was chosen out of hundreds of other special agents to join this assignment because of my qualifications."
You are looking directly at Billy with glaring and piercing eyes.
Billy leans towards you, smiling softly as he caresses your face.
"Look, (Y/N), I'm sorry. I've seen many things in my career as a marine and I am just looking out for your best interest. I know that you can do the job that I hired you to do, I don't doubt that one bit."
You pull away, jumping off of Billy's extravagant bed covered in ivory silk sheets.
You pull your sweater dress back up to your shoulders and fix your hair with your fingers.
"I'm glad you think so. I'll see you in the morning, Mr. Russo."
You walk out of the room, downstairs and out of the penthouse suite, leaving Billy alone on his bed flabbergasted. He never had a women walk out on him like you did, making him extremely interested and desperate to have you.
"This is going to be an interesting assignment." Billy says as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, watching you walk away from his apartment building.
