hey hey :))))) thank you guys for being so patient and I hope u guys are ready lol. This is the final part for this story of the series . the next story is titled "Love Will Find a Way" so keep a lookout guys. This next part of the series coming up is gonna delve more into Felicity's father and Oliver and Felicity as they are now officially a couple. I hope you guys enjoy this and plz lete know what u think. You guys are amazing and thank you so much for all the love .

She could hear nothing. She could feel nothing but terror in that moment. He was there. He was coming for her. He was going to take her away.

Those were the thoughts that abused Felicity's mind after she heard Oliver scream her name and the shots were fired.

She couldn't recall what had happened. One second she and Oliver were dancing and the next thing she knew he was shouting her name pushing her down violently.

She managed to only hear in a far away distance sounds of screaming and horror. People were shouting, running in every direction.

She didn't notice.

Her mind was plagued with thoughts of her father's presence that she didn't even notice that Oliver had pulled her with him behind a pillar, shielding ever inch of her body in protection.

She couldn't hear him yell at her, begging her to tell him that she was okay. She couldn't hear him yell for Digg and his men as they formed a human shield around the two of them.

She was lost in her own mind constantly repeating to herself the same words. "He's here, he's coming for me."

"Felicity!" she heard her name being called, but it sounded like she was hearing it from underwater. She kept hearing her name as whomever was calling it was shouting it in panic; pleading and begging.

She then felt the familiar warm, strong and safe feeling of his hands on her cheek. And slowly by slowly, she was brought back to him.

She never stopped repeating those same words of her father coming for her when she finally pulled herself back into the present finally seeing the fear written all over Oliver's face.

"Felicity, baby please are you hurt?!" He asked crazily. He sounded so scared. "Please, Felicity," he needed to know. His heart was beating murderously as the panic locked into overdrive.

"Oliver," she whispered in fright finally acknowledging him. "He's here. 'He's coming for me." She cried the tears spilling as her eyes darted frantically searching for the man that was the cause of her and her mother's pain.

Oliver face went dark, every instinct in him telling him to find that fucker now and break him. "If he comes near you he dies. He won't touch you." He vowed.

She jumped into his arms, her arms thrown tightly around his neck, her face buried in his neck as she sobbed. She clung on to him as if he was her lifeline, terrified of letting go.

"I'm here baby. You're safe. You're safe. I'm here." He whispered in her ear over and over again not really sure if he was trying to convince himself or her.

His arms wound themselves around her, his face buried in her hair as he inhaled her scent attempting to find relief. He could barely think about what almost happened. The thought causing him to shake alone.

He could have lost her.

He tried telling himself that she was in his arms, safe but he could not shake the feeling away. He was afraid he was dreaming.

"You're safe." He could feel tears sting his eyes. She was safe.

He didn't think that he could ever let her leave his arms after this.

"Oliver," he heard Digg call him. Oliver kissed the side of her neck before reluctantly looking up at Digg, his wife still clinging herself to him like a rock.

"The police will be arriving soon." Digg informed him.

"Bring the car. We're leaving," he said coldly. He wasn't going to let anyone he didn't trust near her.

"Digg," Oliver called out to him before he left.

The stare that Oliver gave Digg caused a shiver to run through him. Oliver's face was furious, the danger leaked from his features spilling out. He looked murderous.

"I want you to scout the area. I want you to find whoever did this." He was going to make this person suffer. "I want you to find whoever thought that they could shoot at my wife and I want you to bring them to me."
He got up with Felicity still in his arms, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"I'm going to kill everyone who was involved in this." He looked at Digg dead serious.

Diggle nodded in agreement. Felicity had grown to be like a sister to him and he felt so much guilt and anger. Oh they were going to find this son of a bitch.

The car was brought around soon after and as soon as they were in it, Oliver had felt a minor relief at the fact that she was soon going to be safe in the mansion.

"Felicity?" he asked again. He needed to make sure that she was alright. He knew that he tackled her down hard in order to avoid the bullet, he was scared that something might have been broken.

She whimpered in response and a wave of emotion went through him at the sound and all he wanted to do was wrap her up, lock her in his room and keep her away from the dangers of the world.

"Felicity, baby look at me." He told her gently.

She slowly moved her face from his neck and looked at him. When he saw her face he gripped her waist tighter in an attempt to control himself. He had too for her. He wanted nothing more than to do what any man would do when the women they loved was hurt and crying.

He rested his forehead against her as they both sighed in relief. "Are you hurt?" He asked finally.

She shook her head and went to bury herself back in Oliver when she noticed a patch of blood on Oliver's arm.

"Oliver!" She gasped as tears came down her face. "You're hurt."

He pulled her hand away from his wound that he had not noticed until now, and brought her head back to his chest.

"Shhhh it's nothing. Youre safe that's all that matters right now." He said lowly. He brought his head to rest on top of hers, closing his eyes at the thought of losing her. He pressed a hard kiss to her head, all that mattered was her.

Felicity had drifted off into a light sleep, the after affects of the night beginning to settle in. His body was rigid, tensed and alert constantly now. He had loosen his guard and lost his focus and that was why this had happened. He was so lucky, he pulled her tighter towards him; he was so lucky that he had opened his eyes at the moment.

Never again.

Never again was he to let his guard down in public. He was furious at himself. They should have scouted the area before entering, he should have had more men on duty in the Gala; His fucking mistakes could have cost her, her life.

His heart clenched so tightly at the thought. It physically pained him to think of a world without her in it, he loved her too much

The sound of the gates opening brought him back to reality. They had arrived at the mansion and he knew there family was probably going crazy with worry.

He stepped out of the car and managed to carry her all the way upstairs to their room without anyone noticing. He wanted her to be comfortable before their family came and he wanted to bring the Bratva doctor in to check on her just in case.

As he was about to lay her on the bed to pull out his phone and call the doctor as well as Digg, Felicity jumped up at the feeling of being let go.

Her mind had not settled yet. Being away from Oliver still meant that her father could get her; so as soon as she felt him trying to ease her down to the bed, she made a protesting noise that sounded nothing like her as she clung to him as tight as she could; her legs in a death like grip around his torso.

He tried again to put her down; it would only be for a second. The same thing happened again as she shook her head profusely at being let go.

"Okay baby, shhhhhhh," he whispered comfortingly to her sitting down on the bed instead with her in his lap and snatching his phone from his pocket. Who was he to deny her anything?

He sent a quick text to Digg about his status on the search and a text for him to send the doctor up.

He only realized when he was tucking his phone back in his pocket that his whole body was practically vibrating with pent up adrenaline, fear and so much anger.

He was going to explode. As he sat there with her in his arms he was suddenly exposed to all the emotions and the horrific thoughts of tonight.

Images of her lying dead on the floor, bleeding out, plagued his mind. He gasped as his heart pounded. She was in his arms,,safe; for now. Only for now.

He couldn't protect her. Tonight was proof of that. He had failed her.

He could've lost her.

She didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve her.

He suddenly needed to distance himself from her before he lost it completely. The thought of doing it punctured his very soul.

Thankfully at that moment the door to their room was pushed open harshly as Donna came rushing in followed by Thea, Raisa and Anatoly.

"Oh my baby," Donna cried as she reached for Felicity.

Felicity looked up from Oliver's chest at the noise and tears streamed down her face at seeing her mother.

"Mom," she cried and if Oliver's heart was broken before, it was shattered now.

Felicity made no intention of moving out of Oliver's arms as Donna came forward arms clutching at her daughter, wrapping her arms around her as much as she could.

"I was so scared. I thought you were hurt," Donna cried

"Oliver," Anatoly called out and pointed at the doctor in the doorway.

He nodded, and slowly got up with Felicity, attempting to place her on the bed for the doctor to check her.

He needed to leave. He was a coward and he knew it.

"Felicity, I need you to let go okay? The doctor needs to make sure that everything is fine okay?" He told her as he set her down pushing her hair from her face.

She reluctantly nodded and looked up at him. "Will you stay?" She whispered.

He hated himself. He hated himself so much. "I can't baby. I have to talk to Digg and find out who did this." He couldn't help himself when he saw tears form in her eyes again.

"I promise, I'll come back." He vowed. He knew he shouldn't have but he had no choice.

He got up and kissed her on the forehead hard.

He passed by Thea and Raisa who had tears in their eyes as they hugged and kissed him. He could feel the worry and fear radiate off of them and he couldn't help but feel guilty about letting this happen.

He could hear them as they went towards Felicity, hugging and crying; thankful that they did not lose her as well.

He left as quick as possible, his control finally breaking at the helplessness that he was feeling. Nothing could stop him from finally snapping as he split a whole in the wall with his fist. How could he have let this happen!? He winced as his bullet wound burnt him, the graze of the bullet finally biting at him.

He was on his way to patch himself up quickly when he heard his phone ring. He picked it up quickly knowing for a fact that if they had nothing on the shooter he was going to explode.

"What?!" He barked answering.

"We found him." Digg replied immediately.

"I'm on my way." He replied and then hung up. His bullet wound could wait.

Oliver walked through the corridor of the small house that they had on the same property of the mansion.

To anyone it looked like a large shed but below it there was weapons of all sorts, cells, ceiling cuffs, and chairs all placed in large corridors.

Oliver met with Digg and the other Bratva men in front of the door.

They all lowered their heads in respect to Oliver as Diggle started to speak. "We haven't touched him yet."

"Good," Oliver gritted out the fury stirring in him at finally coming face to face with the bastard who tried to take his wife away from him. He wanted to be the one to make this man suffer.

The men moved and opened the doorway for Oliver as he walked in.

There he was. The man was tied to a chair in front of him, mouth gagged with a cloth. He looked to be 30 years old and was well built. He had blonde hair and was clothed in a black leather jacket and leather pants.

Oliver lost it at seeing his face, the immense amount of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he walked up to the man punching his face with as much force as possible.

The man's head flew back, groaning in pain as blood oozed out of his nose and for a second Oliver thought that he had broken his neck.

Oliver pulled the cloth from the man's mouth wanting to hear answers and wanting to hear him scream. There would be no mercy for him.

He pulled a knife out and bent down behind the man; his knife placed at the man's neck. "Who hired you!?" He yelled as the knife slowly cut a slight gash on his neck.

A deep throaty chuckle could be heard from the shooter's throat. Oliver couldn't take it as he walked around and took another swing at the man's face.

He wanted to kill him so badly but every bone in his body was struggling to keep him from doing so yet. He first had to find out who else was involved.

"Listen here." He whispered darkly as his knife cut through the man's chest. "I'm going to find out regardless if you tell me or not. And I'm going to kill you regardless."

The man swayed his head side to side in pain as Oliver continued. "Did you think that you could get away with shooting at MY wife? Did you think that you could get away with hurting her?"

It was Oliver's turn to laugh darkly as he looked at the man before him.

"I'm going to kill you, so withhold the information if you want. It'll only serve you more pain." His knife slit a deeper gash into the man's stomach in order to prove his point.

"...You...killed..my brother...I'll..kill..your bitch...if not me..then someone else will" He said through parted gasps.

Oliver fumed and snapped as he turned around quickly and stuck his knife in the man's throat. He looked at the man as he breathed out his last breaths. "Anyone who touches her, dies." He spoke lowly.

He threw his knife on the floor walking out of the room.

Digg followed as Oliver made his way over to wash up and clean his bullet wound.

"You should've taken care of that earlier Oliver." Digg chirped from behind him referring to his wound.

"It could wait." He snipped back.

"So the man just wanted revenge for his brother, but you didn't even get a name Oliver." Digg spoke disappointed as Oliver removed his shirt preparing to disinfect his wound.

"So what?" He bit out. He was pissed off that Digg was questioning him.

"So what? Oliver we have no proof that this man even had a brother. What if he was Triad?! What if he was really working for Felicity's father?!" Digg raised his voice at him trying to address the seriousness of the situation.

"Back off Digg," Oliver replied murderously.

Digg knew he was pushing boundaries when Oliver was already unstable but he had too before he shut everyone out. "Oliver, I haven't seen you lose control like this in a long time. This recklessness could be the cause of even more danger for Felicity."

"I know Digg!" He yelled back. "How could you expect me to not react like that when he almost took her away from me!?"

"I'm not expecting you to not react like that, I'm expecting you to do your job and figure shit out before you cut the lights out." Diggle said calmly as he grabbed the needle and thread from the med bay drawer and proceeded to stitch Oliver up.

"I also expect you to not hurt Felicity, Oliver." He pulled the needle out before pushing it back through the thick skin.

"What ar-"

"Don't bullshit me Oliver. I know that you're planning on pushing her away and that's exactly why you're down here instead of up there with her."

It amazed him how Digg could read him so easily sometimes. "I couldn't protect her. That man hurt her because of me" He replied softly.

"You were the one who saved her. You did protect her." Digg tried. "And Oliver. You haven't failed her. She would be with her father right now if it weren't for you."

"She's in the same amount of danger whether you're together or not." Digg sighed as he finished up the stitches and wrapped a cloth around the wound. "Think about it." He patted Oliver's back and left.

Where was Oliver?

That thought was constantly running through her mind since about a half hour after he left.

He said he was coming back; but that was hours ago.

Her mother, Thea and Raisa had been with her since he left. They had smothered her with non stop attention and had only left her to rest about an hour ago, due to the doctor's request. She apparently would feel the aches of Oliver throwing her down tomorrow.

She was now alone in their room and she hated it. She couldn't sleep without him anymore. She hated him not being there. She didn't feel right. She felt unsafe.

She remembered the nights events and her body trembled. She had thought her dad was there. She had not felt so scared since the days that she and her mother had lived with him. Damien was like a ticking bomb and at any moment he would strike without care.

The thought of him being in the same vicinity of her left her terrified. Oliver was the only one who made her feel perfectly and 100% safe. She couldn't even let go of him due to that miserable feeling that her father was around, and he was waiting for her.

She wanted Oliver.

She was scared that maybe he was backing away from their relationship and that he really didn't care.

She curled herself under her blanket, her body swarmed in one of Oliver's dress shirts and a tiny pair of shorts.

Was he okay?

He had a bullet wound maybe it was worse than he thought; her mind jumped up and down with all different types of scenarios.

Her evil creations in her head stopped when she heard the bedroom door open.

She lifted her head from underneath the covers and saw Oliver quietly walk in looking as though he was trying to not disturb her. She sighed in relief at the sight of him.

"You came back," she said as she got up to push herself up into a sitting position.

He turned and looked at her and she hated that same stupid mask that he was putting on for her.

"You should be asleep. The doctor said that you should be resting." He said emotionless as he proceeded into the closet to change.

"I can't. Not without you." She admitted shyly playing with the edge of the blanket.

He hated the way his heart burst out in happiness at that information. His heart was begging him to not push her away but he had to try.

"Wait. How did you know what the doctor said?" She looked at the closet door curiously waiting for him to answer.

He couldn't tell her how he basically hounded the doctor with questions as soon as he could wanting to know that she was in fact alright.

He came out of the closet shirtless and only in a pair of pajama pants. He ignored her and was making his way to leave when he heard her call out to him.

"Oliver," he could hear the sheets rustling and her footsteps making her way over to him. He closed his eyes in attempt to will himself to look neutral and not feel.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" She grasped onto his forearm, voice filled with concern.

He let out a dark laugh. "You were just shot at and you're asking me that." He tried walking away again.

Both of her hands reached up to his face as she rubbed the pad of her fingers along his cheek comfortingly. "Oliver, please. What's wrong?"

He nuzzled his face against her cheek. He shouldn't be seeking comfort from her. He would only bring darkness to her light. He would taint her purity; but he couldn't help himself. She had managed to open his heart in a way that he thought would not be possible.

He couldn't stop the words from pouring out of his mouth even if he wanted too. "I almost lost you," his voice cracked as he finally released what he realized was now his biggest fear.

"Oliver, it's fine. I'm okay. I'm better, I know I was freaked out before but I'm okay." She smiled in attempt to reassure him that was everything was fine and dandy. Well mostly.

"It's not fine! The bullet was aimed at your head...Your head Felicity! You would have died instantly and I wouldn't have been able to do anything! " He raised his voice, trying to make her understand that nothing was fine. His jaw ticked as his mind drew a vivid picture of the bullet in her head. No.

He shook his head to rid himself of the image.

Felicity stood on her toes, their height difference proving to be a bit of a difficulty at the moment as she raked her fingers through his hair; his hands finding her waist finally.

"Oliver, that could have happened, but it didn't. You saved me so stop trying to do...whatever it is you're trying to do." She said throwing her arms up in the air. She wasn't stupid. She knew Oliver was trying to push her away but she wasn't going to let him. Not this time.

He looked at her with so much guilt. "It's my fault. Someone shot at you because of my skeletons...I...I can't let that happen again." He let go of her waist getting ready to walk out the door.

"Oh hell no Oliver, you said you weren't going to do this again!" She pulled him back towards her again using her loud voice "you think that you staying away from me is going to help that? How thick are you? I'm already a target for my father and if you haven't noticed we're married for life. I'm a part of your life, and that makes me a target regardless. So just stop!"

He looked like he didn't even listen to a word she was saying. She was freaking done with his stupidity. She poked at his chest pissed off. "Why?! Why are you doing this?! Why are you making this so difficult?!" She yelled tears threatening to fall out.

"Because I love you!" He snapped, yelling as he looked at her stunned face. He rubbed a hand over his face and moved towards the bed pacing back and forth in front of it.

She couldn't believe what he just said. Her body wasn't moving. She was rendered speechless which was pretty much impossible.

"I'm a coward. I'm a fucking coward." He pulled at his hair as she just looked at, eyes wide, her mouth formed into an o. He needed her to understand.

"I'm afraid...I love you. I love you so much Felicity, that it terrifies me." He said voice rushed and frustrated.

"...But nothing...nothing comes close to how terrified I am to lose you...Tonight...scared me so much..." He slowly turned his face to look at her. His face free of any mask his emotions left raw for her to see.

"...that's why I have to do this ...if I lose you...I'm lost forever...I won't be able to come back from that. It'll kill me." He told her. His eyes carrying so much love, fear and passion. If anything happened to her, it would be his final undoing before the darkness fully takes over.

Her mouth opened and closed at his confession. "Oliver," she whispered as she wiped away the few tears that had slipped from her eyes.

She moved towards him, wrapping her arms around his bare chest as he automatically pulled her towards him, one of his arms around her waist the other cupping the back of her head. "You're not a coward." She told him lovingly.

His eyes clenched at her words, his forehead brought down to rest against hers.
"You've been through so much hurt Oliver, it's impossible to come out from that without being unscathed. It's okay to be afraid, to fear; it doesn't make you a coward...but Oliver you can't let the fear stop you from living and being happy. You deserve happiness."

She brushed her nose against his, breathing in the same air. "You're the bravest man I know. You willingly put yourself through so much danger to protect those you love and to protect your brotherhood. You're not a coward. You're the man that put himself in the way of a bullet for me; the man that I believe in...and the man that I love."

His eyes shot up as she said those three words to him. She gave him a watery smile. "I love you Oliver Queen."

His lips were on hers the moment she finished. It was a kiss filled with love, desperation and fear. His mouth moved against hers at a furious pace, the desperation at needing to feel her well being fuelling him even more.

After what felt like hours, they parted for air, their foreheads resting against one another once again. "You're not going to lose me." She whispered, pecking his lips.

"How do you know that?" he begged for an answer.

"Because I know you'll always keep me safe, just like I will always keep you safe." She told him.

He captured her mouth again with his, their tongues dancing together as he hoisted her up, kissing his way down her neck loving the way she moaned for him. He walked with her in his arms his mouth busy on her as he placed her on the bed, his body hovering above her.

As much as he wanted to have his way with her, he knew she needed to rest because once he started, he had no plans or intentions of stopping. He placed one last kiss to her lips before laying down on his back and pulling her body to lay against him. His arms securing her around him as he held her tightly.

"I love you, Felicity" he whispered in her ear. He would never get sick of saying it to her

He felt her smile against his uninjured arm. "I love you too, Oliver."

His plan had only just begun as he looked at the video surveillance of the gala.

His bitch of a daughter, and his whore of a wife thought that they could hide away from him after what they had done to him

It was time for them to come home to him. He was just getting started.

He was going to ruin them. His gunmen was meant to miss his lovely daughter, all he wanted was for both of them to be afraid. To knock them a bit off there feet.

He would torture them from afar now, he didn't want to reveal himself to them yet. He would let them know when he was coming for them.

They had betrayed him and for that they would suffer.

And as for Oliver Queen and the Bratva. The Triad and H.I.V.E. will see them burn.