(Felicity's Pov)

Oliver looked at me, shocked for a second.

Then I continued, "So I agreed that I would marry him. Then it was planned I would get married in one week to a man that made my skin crawl. I had no choice.

"But my mom got sick and died abruptly. I told my father, 'I will not marry this David.' Oliver, I am telling you, David was not a nice man. He was in his late forties, early fixities. He was a big mob boss in Europe, and so I needed to marry him so he and my father would be allies. But I refused; I said, 'I would rather die than marry him.' And my father said, 'That could arranged.' And grabbed me, pushed me against the wall - hand around my neck - and told me that if I did not marry him, the alliance would fall through. And so I would marry him or my father would kill me."

I felt a tear falling down my cheek. I looked at Oliver; he looked shocked. He reached over and grabbed my hand, saying, "I am sorry I asked. I did not mean to upset you."

I gave him a soft smile and continued, "My father did not really want an alliance." Oliver looked at me, confused, and then I said, "He wanted me to marry him, sleep with him, get close, make him believe that it was an alliance, and then kill him. He even had it down to the detail." Oliver looked at me with compassion all over his face. I brushed his face softly with my free hand, then I said, "First: Marry him. Second: Honeymoon - make him enjoy himself. Third: Make him believe the alliance is real. Fourth: After two years of being married, on our anniversary, in bed, after – well, you know." Oliver nodded in response. I continued, "I should take the knife in the bedside table, put it to his throat and say, 'John Falcone says it will be a joy to run your empire,' and kill him.

"So I said I would do it, but two days before the wedding, I ran. I changed my last name and moved here." Oliver opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, "So you see, Oliver, I ran for my life. And my own father wanted me to marry, sleep with, and kill a man that was over twenty years older than me. And if I did not, he would kill me."

Oliver grabbing my other hand. He said, "Felicity, I promise I will not let Falcone hurt you."

Tears making their way out, voice breaking, I said, "Oh, Oliver. Falcone is not the only problem. David Brown is still out there, and is angry."

"I know," He said, pulling me into a hug and repeating it in my hair. "I know."