(Mafia AU. So this is just a one shot for now. I only really had this idea for now which was fun to write up but nothing else right now for it. If I get more mafia ideas that don't fit into this AU then I'll let you know :) So in this one Teach has, yet again, betrayed the Whitebeards and formed his own gang. He murdered Thatch to make a statement and to threaten them. It was a warning that he was going to bring them down and rise where they fall. Teach later kidnaps Marco, wanting more information since Marco is the First Commander of the Whitebeard Gang and will try his best to break Marco and make him betray the Whitebeard Gang.)
Marco coughed and spluttered as a wave of cold water washed over his face. He tried not to inhale any of the water, shaking his head to try get rid of the excess dripping down him as he raised his gaze to Teach's who was smirking smugly at him.
"Still not willing to give me any information Commander?"
"Don't mock me." Marco spat, pissed off at this backstabber.
Teach has been apart of their gang, the Whitebeard gang, for many years. He then betrayed them, stabbing Thatch in the back and fleeing the crime scene. A few weeks later the bastard had his men, men that Marco hadn't known about, ambush him outside his apartment and kidnap him.
Apparently for information.
"I've given you plenty of chances to do this peacefully Commander Marco. I'd rather not do this the hard way. It will really hurt the both of us if we go for it."
"Do your worst yoi." Marco sneered. "We both know I'll never betray Pops."
Teach's smirk worried him. It was so smug, so satisfied and his eyes were bright with glee. Marco wanted to pull away but he was still tightly bound to the chair they stuffed him on to.
"Bring him in." Teach suddenly ordered.
The door to the basement opened up and two people, the pale man and the sniper, brought through a very familiar figure, a bag over his head and muffled mumbles and groans coming out from beneath the bag. The pair forced the figure on to his knees, his back facing them.
Marco recognised the figure, the skin, the build, the tattoo on his back. Pops' mark, grinning up at him.
"Sorry about this Commander Ace." Teach crooned, approaching Ace who sounded dazed, still mumbling incoherently while the two men beside him steadied him. "At least you probably don't even know what's going on, as drugged up as you are."
Teach pulled the bag off, revealing soft, dark hair that Marco loved caressing with his hands. He loved it when Ace was curled up in his arms, sleepy and content and relaxing out even further as Marco ran his hand through his lover's hair but this wasn't their room. This was them in Teach's claws.
"Leave Ace alone yoi." Marco demanded, horrified at the sight of Teach pulling out his gun and aiming it at the back of Ace's head. "Don't do this. Ace hasn't done anything wrong."
"I know. He's just a kid." Teach shrugged. "But I need that information Marco. So who is it going to be? Your old man or Ace?"
"You wouldn't kill Ace." Marco insisted with a hiss. "You care for him in your own, sick, twisted way."
"I wouldn't?" Teach drawled out, aiming his gun properly at the back of Ace's head.
He wouldn't. Teach wouldn't. This was Ace. He wouldn't kill Ace.
"Last chance." Teach smirked, his eyes gleaming.
"You won't do it."
Marco jumped when the gunshot rang out. He stared, horrified as Ace wavered, his whole body going limp as blood splattered the walls. Marco screamed and thrashed against his restraints, begging and pleading, not sure what for, he knew that gunshot to the skull would have instantly killed Ace.
Ace wasn't meant to die though. It was Ace. His Ace.
"No! No please! Ace!" Marco screamed, his voice breaking.
"I did warn you Commander." Teach crooned as the two holding Ace's body up dropped him, letting him harshly hit the ground.
Marco couldn't even see his lover's face. He couldn't see Ace's lips, his eyes, he couldn't see him. He sobbed at that and struggled harder, torn between grief and rage. His whole form was shaking and sobs escaped him.
"Let's leave him be with dear Commander Ace." Teach mocked. "I'm sure he'd appreciate the alone time."
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Teach laughed as he walked out, Laffitte closing up the door and locking it behind him. Teach glanced over to the side where the hidden glass was that looked on to the basement where their 'precious' First Commander was being kept. Before the glass though, hidden from Marco's view was Burgess, holding on to a very angry old friend of Teach's.
"Did you enjoy the show Commander Ace?" He crooned, smirking at the pair of stormy, grey eyes that landed on him.
"You sick son of a bitch!" Ace bellowed, thrashing against Burgess' arms. "You killed one of your own men just to mess with Marco! I'll kill you when I get out of these cuffs!"
Teach had managed to grab Ace a couple of days ago and then grabbed one of his own men that had Ace's build and look to come play his part. Marco would realise it once he calmed down, and then he would bring the next 'Ace' in and shoot him. And then the next. And then the next. Then finally, he'd bring Ace in himself.
By that point he should have drained Marco completely of his fight. The moment they proved that this was finally the real Ace and threatened his life would drive Marco completely round the bend and would finally break him.
The First Commander of the Whitebeard Gang would break and he would give Teach everything he needed to finally defeat the old man.
It was only a matter of time.
"Zehahaha, oh Ace. Marco's going to give me everything I need. He's going to betray the old goat for you, otherwise he'll condemn you to getting a bullet into your skull." Teach chuckled, grabbing Ace's chin firmly, making the kid look into his eyes. "Wouldn't it hurt if Marco did that to you? Left you to die to keep the foolish old man's secrets?"
Ace's eyes were blazing with rage. "I hope he gives you nothing you fat bastard."
"Zehahaha, and here I thought you were the one with manners my dear Commander." Teach smirked, patting Ace's cheek before jerking his head at Burgess. "Escort him back to his cell. Make sure he's chained up."