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It had taken Oliver at least 10 minutes in the shower to get himself under control after Digg interrupted.

And it took him about 10 seconds for all his work in the shower to come undone. She had to have been doing this on purpose.

There in front of him was Felicity leaning against the same vanity that he just feasted on, rubbing concealer on her neck wearing a tight short black pencil skirt, topped with an armless white floral high necked top. It was too much. Her legs looked miles long in her heels and every curve of her body was hugged impeccably. Did she know what she did to him?

He groaned at the sight of her leaning forward trying to see the reflection of her delicious neck more clearer. He made a move to reach out to her not giving a shit about being late, when she made a noise of protest holding her hand up.

"Uh uh, Oliver. No hanky panky. We're super late and I'm basically painting myself a new neck because of you." She finished with her concealer and turned towards him smiling, "sooo, how do I look for my first day and wipe that smug look off your face Oliver. I'm serious, it's going to take me hours to get ready every morning because you keep eating my neck." She lectured him half amused and half annoyed.

He chuckled and gave her a lingering once over not giving a shit that he was practically undressing her with his eyes. "I don't hear you complaining at the time baby." He spoke lowly, his eyes growing lustful. "And to answer your question, you look absolutely ravishing."

She blushed completely ignoring his first comment or else it might end up in another heated episode; which she very much will probably enjoy. "Well, I was looking for another word like professional or serious, I certainly hope that no one else will think that I look ravishing." She said mockingly extending the last word. She thought that she looked professional and if she ended up looking sexy at the same time, well then that wasn't her fault.

A look of realization appeared on Oliver's face at her words and his face turned stony, his eyes narrowing. "If anyone even looks at you the wrong way I'll tear them apart." He came to her as she grabbed her purse getting ready to leave. "This," he raked his eyes over her touching her possessively, "this is for my eyes, And my eyes alone."

Her stomach did a flip at his words. Why the hell was he so hot when he was possessive? She really shouldn't be enjoying it as much as she does. But before she knew it his lips had descended on hers for a hard kiss. His tongue swiping at her lips trying to gain access to the drug that was Felicity.

She pulled away from his attempts giggling as he tried to pull her in for another kiss growling in frustration of not getting what he wanted, "nope Oliver, we're already late and we need to get going. Okay." She smiled quickly giving him one last peck to wipe away his grumpy face.

"Now lets go. I'm so excited. I can't wait to get my hands on QC's computers. I truly do hope that your security system for QC is better than the old security system for the house. If it isn't, I think our relationship is going to have to end." She babbled on giggling while walking hand and hand with him through the house, leading towards where the car awaited them.

He smiled, laughing every now and then at her babbling on about her excitement for work and her nervousness of meeting everyone. He had never felt so normal, so light. This was the most normal his life had ever been and he absolutely loved it. For now he was just a man with his wife, getting ready for work.

He couldn't believe that he was blessed with something as precious as her. The feel of her hands in his made him feel as though he was floating through the air, almost high on her presence. She intoxicated him and he loved her so much for it.

Her laughter and smiles meant everything to him and it physically hurt him to think of a lifetime without knowing her, without hearing or seeing those things.

She was everything.


Felicity and Oliver had made there way down to the front steps of the mansion only to be greeted by literally an army of bodyguards.

She gulped. There had to be at least 25 of them and they were all huge, massive intimidating men and women with guns, who actually probably had the ability to do much more damage without a weapon. This was insane.

She recognized Digg, Nyssa, Sara and Alexander and Viktor who were two bodyguards that regularly escorted her wherever she needed to go when the others were not around. It was weird because she saw them all as friends; basically family; and it terrified her knowing that if it ever came down to it, it was their duty to protect her and basically put themselves in the way of a bullet for her.

She hated it and she had voiced her dislikes about it to Oliver but he had told her that it was apart of them; that they were soldiers and they held this job with such deep respect and honor; he told her that it was an honor for them to protect and serve the Bratva.

She had turned towards Oliver giving him a worried and questioning look but he had overlooked her gaze moving to stand a step in front of her; protecting her. His face turned harsh as he faced his men and his body posture showed pure intimidation, he was the Alpha speaking to the pack, he was in total Bratva mode and despite whatever was going on, she was finding it to be a huge turn on.

"I want the area around QC scouted; I want the main floor of QC scouted and secured. I want men posted in the front by the entrance. No one goes in or out without being identified. Am I understood!?" His tone was powerful and sharp. His words cutting across everyone letting them know how serious he was being.

The guards responded quickly with a nod and 'yes Captain'.

"Aникакого вреда не приходить к ней," (no harm is to come to her) he spoke lowly. Everyone understanding the importance of this and knowing what could happen if they failed.

Felicity saw how rigid Oliver's body was, it was like he was being held together by concrete. He may as well have been a wall, standing hard, tall and tense, prepared to put up a barrier or fight against anything.

She linked her arm around his from behind him, kissing his shoulder as she rested her head trying to let him know that everything would be okay.

His posture loosened only a bit as he held onto her arm tighter, watching as his men scattered to their vehicles.

"Oliver, are you sure that this is necessary. I mean it seems a little intense." She probed at him lightly. She knew he was scared and she didn't want to come off as harsh. She definitely thought it was a little over the top though, considering the fact that she was just going in to work.

He turned towards her fully, his body facing hers as he cupped her shoulders, his eyes betraying him showing the amount of worry that he carried, she wondered if there was a moment in life where he was simply just happy and carefree; where the guilt of the world did not weigh on him like the mountains on the earth; where he did not have to feel the worry and the sorrow of those who surround him.

"I almost lost you the last time I wasn't careful, I won't let it happen again," his voice was thick with emotion. She closed her eyes as he placed a hard kiss on her forehead. "There will be no mistakes this time."

His tone broke for no argument as he linked their fingers together walking towards where Digg waited for them, opening the door to the car.

Digg gave her a warm smile before she lowered herself in the car, sitting down in the plush leather seats waiting for Oliver and Digg to settle in.

She hoped that someday they would not have to live such vigilant lives, but with the threats of her father and the Bratva enemies, that dream did not seem very likely.

She had to admit that she was feeling anxious and definitely a little jumpy from being out of the mansion and preparing to go out into the real world. It felt like she was a fish out of water and she didn't know how to handle that.

She was scared for her life, for everyone's but she knew better than to succumb into the destruction of fear.

A calloused hand cupping her cheek is what brought her out of her thoughts, his worried blue eyes looking upon her lighter ones asking her if she was okay. She smiled back at him reassuringly before moving towards him, resting her head against his chest, his arms roped around her, nose buried in her hair. It was only then did she realize that they were actually driving out of the mansion and onto the streets of Starling.

Throughout the drive she noticed the way every single bump drove Oliver to a crazed state. It was as if the bumps ensured a bomb or a gunmen shooting at them and she wondered not for the first time what he had gone through during his early days of Bratva. What sort of hell did he go through that resulted in his body littered and marred with scars?

His body constantly tensed, pulling her near during these bumps, his eyes narrowed and watchful, waiting for any sign that things might go south.

She rubbed her hands up and down his chest attempting to relieve him. "Everything is going to be alright. Okay? You need to relax sweetie or else you'll end up with a full head of grey hairs and even though I love you, I don't think I'd want to be seen with you." She joked trying to loosen him up.

He breathed out a laugh. "Only you." He murmured to her affectionately, the lightness spreading like wildfire within him, his heart burning for her.

She pecked him on the lips before nestling herself against him.

She heard him take a deep sigh and felt him nervously shift like he wanted to tell her something; and before she could ask he began. "...Back in Russia when I was about 20 years old I was on a mission with a Bratva member who was undercover working for the Triad. He was an extremely skilled fighter and an even wiser man..." He spoke lowly, only for her ears to hear, smiling distantly remembering the man who had taught him so much.

She patiently waited for him to continue, knowing that talking about his past it talking in general was not Oliver's forte whatsoever; but she was just so happy and grateful that he was opening up to her, that he was sharing this with her. She wanted to know everything about him, she yearned to know the tiny pieces that played a part in creating the man that was before her today.

She laced their fingers together, squeezing it, encouraging him, letting him know that she was there for him no matter how ugly this may turn. "...his name was Yao Fei. He was my teacher for a time amd he pushed me hard. I was always frustrated with him because of it,...but he did it for my own good."

"He sounds like a good man."

He grinned and his eyes saddened. "He was."

Her eyes widened. "Oh my God...I'm such an idiot. I'm so sorry Oliver," her hand continuing its motion of running up and down his chest; providing him with comfort. Why did she have to speak sometimes?

He kissed the top of her head. "Hey, don't worry about it. I'm fine." He kissed her head again for reassurance and he continued opening his old wounds, "...We were on the way back from one of our missions; we were taking back our shipments of weapons from the Triad who managed to commandeer it from us. The man in charge of the Triad group who did this was named Fyres. Our mission was successful until...until it really didn't matter that it was..." He paused his face scrunched up in anger and sadness.

"...we were driving back, everything was fine when we suddenly ran over a bump...the bump was a detonator and it set off 5 seconds after we hit it."

Felicity gasped, "Oh my God."

"The vehicle was bullet-proof and it has a special exterior resistance and that's probably the only reason I'm here today...Fyres was behind it...and Yao Fei...Yao Fei died." He whispered brokenly.

"Oh Oliver," she turned towards him her hands running through his hair soothingly. Her eyes conveying how much she loved and supported him.

He almost looked frustrated with himself, brows furrowed, "That's why I can't relax. I can't because I know...I know what can happen and I don't...I don't think that I can live through that again.

He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing harshly, "anything can happen because of this life that I lead; I know first hand about what can happen." His eyes met hers and in that moment she swears that she saw a piece of his burdens leave him, that talking about his haunted journeys and laying his past out for her was making everything better.

Her hand was brought down to cup his cheek and she pecked his lips, nose brushing against his, "thank you so much for trusting me with this; with your heart. I want you to know that I'm always here for whenever you want to talk about your past, or about anything. It's not going to scare me away. I love you so much and I hate that you had to go through that." She kissed his cheek, his neck and finally his lips again telling him after each kiss that she loves him.

He looked at her with a gaze filled with so much meaning and so much love, she felt her heart leap and melt at the same time, if that was even possible.

He pulled her towards him whispering sweet words of affection and before she knew it the car came to a stop and all she could see were a bunch of cameras that stood before the tall QC building. The place was littered with paparazzi.

"What the fuck is this?" Oliver growled looking towards Digg in the driver's seat of the black bentley who was grimacing in anger and annoyance. His arm grew tight around her and she knew that he was back on instant alert mode.

"The men have scoured the area about 10 minutes ago and said there was nothing but a bunch of these annoying assholes here." He spoke angrily pointing to the paparazzi. "Figures, it's your first day back since the shooting and there were rumours about you being the target. The press smelt blood and they came hurling this way...and apparently, someone from the office leaked that Felicity was coming in."

"Who?!" Oliver spit out immediately and Felicity knew that tone.

"Oliver, you are not firing someone just because they leaked out that I was coming in!" She chastised him. No matter what she was not going to allow that.

"What do you mean? Whoever it was just displayed private information about the CEO and his fucking wife, and while doing so he's jeopardizing your life so I'm sure as hell going to fire him." He argued back. His fingers fidgeting with each other.

"Oliver's got a point, Felicity." Digg spoke before her and she knew that he was putting on protective older brother mode. These stupid idiots.

"What?" She looked at him and then back at Oliver who had a triumph smirk on his face.

"Consider this person lucky that I don't do worse." Oliver sat back looking out the window still smirking.

She growled in annoyance. "Digg you're suppose to be on my side. You know the side that's more rational and less hotheaded." She said glaring at Digg and then turning it towards Oliver poking his shoulder. "You are not doing anything to this person. How about if they have a family? What if they need this job to put food on the table? I don't want other people to suffer because of me."

"It could have been a mistake guys. A slip up. We don't know what the intentions were, so don't do anything rash until we're sure of something."

She had a great point and she knew it. Digg and Oliver both sighed listening to a more rational point of view. They did this weird bromance silent communicating thing with there eyes through the front view mirror and after a few seconds they both grumbled, agreeing to her plan.

"I'll find out who it was and do a check, okay?" Digg said as he made a move to his door handle.

Oliver nodded in his direction before straightening up on his seat, his hand grasping hers. "Is everything secured." He asked tensely.

"Everything is good to go. Better to just get it over with." Digg said before he climbed out of the car quite smoothly. His body, despite his gargantuan form moved gracefully and surely towards their door.

Before Digg opened their door Oliver palmed her cheek his forehead leaning against hers, "Just like that night at the club, okay? I want you to stay close to me. If you feel that anything is off, that someone is watching or that anyone is making you uncomfortable, tell me."

She nodded quickly. She just wanted to get this first day over with so that things could hopefully turn into a regular routine.

He pulled her in for a kiss, his mouth sucking on her bottom lip before knocking on the door, letting Digg know that they're ready.

His total posture and demeanor was nothing she had ever seen before but to the members of the Bratva it must be the only side of him that they could see.

She saw him swallow thickly knowing how hard this was for him, especially after the shooting, but she knew it had to be done. Gone was the playfulness from this morning and it was replaced with a man who was more lethal than many forms of weaponry.

Digg opened the door instantly and all she could see again was Oliver as he basically buried her face in his chest as they walked, his body covering her as much as he could.

There were 5 more bodyguards surrounding them which minimized the bright flashes of the camera. She looked up only once to see Oliver and it was like he was a hawk. His eyes darting every corner taking notice of everything suspicious.

She didn't even realize that they had made it to the main floor of the building until she realized that she was not stepping on the light grey concrete, but on the shiny teal swirled marble floors.

They had already reached the executive elevators and she felt Oliver kiss the top of her head as they both let out a sigh of relief.

The elevator door had opened and Oliver, Digg and her made there way up in a comfortable silence.

Felicity didn't really know what she would expect to see at the top floor of QC but glass walls was really not it. She thought there would be more privacy, like with actual walls, but woah it was not what she expected.

She didn't really know what to expect but she could guess that Oliver designed it that way so that he wasn't blindsided, so that he could see what was happening. She had to admit though that the design was really modern and beautiful, and it gave a sense of openness.

She was directed towards Oliver's office first and it was huge and also had a spectacular view of the city. The room had a large black chic desk at the back of it, along with shelves and multiple chairs on the side. In the middle of the room there was a black sleek couch with two contrasting chairs across from it. There was also a glass table in the middle. Right outside of Oliver's office in a smaller (which was really not that small) room with glass walls was a hole bunch of screens and computers and she gaped when she saw it.

It was too cool, she was seriously going to freak out.

"Is...is that my area?" she whispered dreamily.

Oliver breathed out a laugh, "yeah, it's all yours." He followed her as she walked into the room gasping and touching.

"Jerry, is my executive assistant and he's an assistant to you as well. He sits just out there in the front of my office and yours." He pointed to a desk that was sort of placed in front and somewhat in between her office and his. There was also a glass wall separating Jerry's desk from theirs.

"Wow, this is so cool. I can't wait to start. So what floor is the IT department on? Do I ask the head of IT what to do? Soooo excited." She giggled while taking a seat in her chair getting ready to start up.

"The head of IT will come up and give you a heads up on everything now and you'll be given your duties...and the IT department is on the sixth floor...Felic-" she could tell that he was worrying about her again.

"Don't worry. Compromise remember. I'm up here because you wanted me to be and when it's necessary I'll be going down to IT with Digg or Alexander or anyone." She waved her hands letting him know it was fine.

He nodded.

"I have a meeting in 10 minutes in the boardroom over there." He pointed towards an area on the left of his office which already had people inside. "Digg is nearby and Harold should be up soon. Okay?"

"Okay mom." She laughed as he glared at her.

"See you at lunch," he kissed her goodbye before heading out.

She sighed as she starting typing away on her computer checking the code for her servers.

She definitely needed her morning coffee.


It was around midday and Felicity had met a couple of board members who were perfectly nice like Walter Steele. She had heard good things about Walter from everyone in the Queen mansion and she had known that Walter had taken over the company until Oliver was eligible, Oliver had mentioned to her that he was like a father figure; and then she met some individuals who were not so nice.

One in particular was Isabel Rochev. She literally had no idea as to what the hell was wrong with the woman, she'd only met her today so she honestly had no clue what she did.

There were a couple of others that just gave rude stares but none compared to Isabel.

After Oliver had left to his boardroom meeting she had met Jerry who was really sweet and nice but for some reason the dude never made eye contact.

She seriously needed to talk to Oliver about what Thea said he told his men or men in general because it was becoming ridiculous.

Digg had come up to inform her and Oliver that it was a man in PR who made the tip off. He said that it would have been good for investors and for business. To say that Oliver was pissed off was an understatement. He angrily walked off saying he would deal with them and she honestly didn't think that she could control his actions towards the man.

The head of IT Harold Parier came up as well and gave her a full run through on what goes down in the IT department and he gave her a list of assignments for her to do for the coming week. He also told her that she would be receiving calls for help regarding computer security and issues from around the company. Overall he was a really nice guy. He was around 50-60 years old with a short body and grey hair and so far she liked him a lot.

Everything was going pretty well today; She had gotten one call about a computer virus that resulted in the computer shutting down instantly, she also finished almost all of her tasks for the week but the one thing that she didn't know how to feel about was the fact that she could feel Oliver's eyes on her all the time, and she had caught him more than once with the same look that he had this morning which was the "I wanna fuck you now" look.

She seriously didn't know what to do because she was pretty she wanted him to do that to her because at this point, his looks especially when he was sitting behind his desk in that italian cut suit were causing her pussy to drip, and with the way they left things off this morning, it only made sense.

She was sort of purposely edging him on once or twice when she went to pick up a pen from under her desk or when she popped her chest out stretching her arms, but come on that was basically innocent. Right?

Screw him and his glass wall. They could survive a couple of more hours until they got home.

God she hoped so.

"What are you thinking about?" Her thoughts were interrupted by the devil himself as he leaned against her office door looking all dark, tall and sexy.

"...nothing," she said quickly shifting things on her desk around trying to make it look like she was doing something. "Uhh..I was just thinking about...uhh...whether or not I should check out your system today or tomorrow. And when I mean your system I don't mean like your system, like your man part system, I mean like a regular system and I need to shut up." She looked up to see him smirking like he always did and she just wish she wasn't born.

"I'd very much like for you to check out my system." He said seductively while stalking closer to her.

Wait. What. Oh God. "Uhmmm yeah...what...oh yeah Jerry asked me to give you this because he was going for a coffee break...," she shot up quickly trying to move away and look for the stupid paper. "It should be here somewhere."

She couldn't stop the moan that escaped her if she wanted too as he wrapped his firm hand around her breast squeezing it while the other hand pulled her skirt up from the front and cupped her soaking heat. She could feel his hard length pressed behind her as he rubbed her slowly through her panties. "Oliver." She breathed out.

"You have no fucking clue as to what you've been doing to me all day." He growled in her ear biting it before soothing it with his tongue. "No fucking clue as to how sexy you look. No clue as to how torturous it's been to watch you while knowing how you look laid out all bare in front of me; knowing how you fucking beautiful you look when you come and fucking knowing how delicious you taste. All I can think about is tasting you again and again until you beg me stop. This glass wall is a fucking blessing and a curse right now." He pushed his fingers into her panties rubbing her before pulling out and sucking his fingers clean of her and then putting it back. He couldn't get enough of her taste.

She moaned loudly her body thrashing at his words pressing her hand on his arm to put more pressure. "Oliver...Mhhmm...it's your fault...for the stupid wall." She groaned.

He snickered. "If you think that's going to stop me baby, you have no idea." He massaged her breast roughly, squeezing the perfectly round mounds, while he torturously rubbed her slowly through her panties only occasionally dipping his finger to touch her bare pussy.

"...Oliver more..." She keened while she pulled his head further into her neck from where he began placing hot wet kisses. She didn't even care at this point that he was probably undoing her hard work at covering up his hickeys, but God whatever he was doing felt so good.

Every part of her body was on fire from his touch, and if she was on fire he must have been blazing from the way his hard on was grinding against her as he continued to rub her slowly.

She was getting frustrated by the lack of relief, and she needed more, she needed him. "...Oliver stop...teasing..." She was about to fall apart in his arms, she was sure that he was the only reason that she was being held up.

He turned her around and lifted her against the glass wall instantly, her legs wrapped around him providing both with the pressure they needed. His hands were still locked underneath her skirt his mouth inches from hers, "stop teasing? You're the vixen who's been teasing me all day. Don't think I didn't notice. It took everything in me to not come over here and fuck you all over these walls."

"Oliver," she gasped as he stuck one finger inside of her, slowly pulling in and out. She needed him to move. She wanted his cock in her.

She ran her hands down his torso until she cupped the bulge in his pants. He growled as she continued to stroke him hard, feeling Oliver's free hand roam her body as they continued rocking into one another. Suddenly she felt his hand move towards her skirt zipper and that's when she noticed Jerry's paper in front of her.

It was like cold water was thrown on her and she called out to him, "Oliver? Oliver we have to stop."

His eyes caught hers instantly, panicking, "why? What's wrong?" He said while panting, his chest heaving.

This stupid idiot thought he did something wrong. "No. Nothings wrong. Everything is actually really right. It's just...not here...not when someone can walk in at any moment ...I don't want our first time go be against a wall at QC." She replied equally as breathless trying to cool herself down. "I'm sorry."

"No." He looked at her crazily for apologizing. "You're right. I want it to be special."

He lowered her down to the floor waiting until she could get her feeting back before distancing himself from her.

"Plus think about it this way, they'll be plenty of time later on to do it against a wall at QC," she laughed while slowly walking to her chair.

He groaned glaring at her. "You're really testing me right now, baby."

She giggled. "When we get home. Tonight?"

He walked out of her office. "We're leaving in 5." He didn't think he could make it any longer. God help him.


Damien Darkh was known to be a very impatient man. He was known to take what he wanted, whenever he wanted. There was never consequences for his actions nor did he give a shit if there were, he would do as he pleased.

But regarding the case of his whore of a daughter and wife, he was going to use a very different tactic. He was going to be very patient. He wanted to prolong their suffering for as long as possible. To leave them unhinged and terrified, like a prey in the middle of a hunt, just waiting and knowing that it will all end. He wanted to make them fear that he would come for them every single day of their life until finally, he would rip them away.

Oliver Queen's presence in his daughter and wife's life made him very angry. The protection of him and the Bratva made it more difficult to get to them and that aggravated him. Nonetheless he was not one of the most skilled warriors for nothing. He just had to adjust his plans.

He would watch them until they slipped up. He would make no appearance until they thought that maybe he had disappeared. He would wait until Oliver Queen's young incompetence made an appearance and he messes up. Many believe that no man can kill him, but Queen will have his end after he takes back what is his.

His daughter will regret ever agreeing to marry a man like him.

Damien looked at the new video surveillance that was given to him of his daughter arriving for her first day of work. He remembered when she was young and he remembered how much trouble she was. She was a fool then and she is a fool now. He snickered at her.

They will be with him soon enough, for his patience will most definitely pay off.