D isclaimer: I do not own TMNT, Or the characters. All I own is the plot and my OC Violet.
Warning: aggressive behaviour, some violence, mentions of drugs alcohol and abuse, death, blood, slight panic attack.
Author's notes: this took way too long to write, but we finally made some progress. Thank you to matt marvel for the ideas and thank you to those who reviewed. You guys keep me going!
He thought that she had been hiding a boyfriend and been looking for a present. Dove had been worried about the situation she'd end up in when Oliver eventually found out, but now it made sense. Honestly, he was touched by the thought and effort she'd put in, but it also left him feeling guilty.
Should he tell her of Oliver's plans?
….
She didn't know why Oliver had called her here an hour before she needed to be at the strip club, probably to remind her of the power he held over her. All Violet knew was that Oliver was angry and high, and that every time she looked at the boys bruised face, she felt nauseous.
She grit her teeth as Oliver continued to interrogate the terrified boy in front of him. He was barely nineteen and one of Oliver's newer additions, he had been the one that ratted out one of Oliver's human trafficking shipments to the police.
Violet couldn't understand how the boy thought he'd be able to get away with it with so many officers being in Oliver pockets. They had tipped Oliver off about the upcoming raid and he had changed the shipments drop off point. That didn't stop those who weren't on his pay roll from storming the harbour only to find nothing.
Violet glanced at Oliver in disgust as he stepped away from the boy, wiping the blood off his knuckles with a towel. "Okay..." He sighed, leaning over a table to do another long line of coke. "Let's try this again shall we?" Oliver rolled his shoulders, sniffing, and smiled coldly at the boy. "Who did you tell?"
"Please sir! I didn- I didn't tell anybody anything!"
He gripped the boys swollen jaw, yanking him forwards against the restraints. "You were the one asked to relay the meeting point to the captain! You were the only one who knew!" Oliver snarled driving his other fist into his stomach. "Who! Did you! Tell! Who's informant are you?"
The boy coughed, body shaking as blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. This whole thing was a game to Oliver, Violet knew that if Oliver really wanted the information then he can just ask one of his officers to investigate it. There was no point trying to deny it any longer, he was in bad shape and it would only get worse from here, especially since it seemed that Oliver knew the truth anyway.
"Detective Ca-Casey," He coughed forcing more copper liquid to drip from his lips. "Detective Casey Jones. Please no more..."
Tears, mixed with blood, ran down his face as Oliver violently took his rage out on the boy. Violet felt sick and without thinking, reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him landing the next blow.
"Oliver please stop."
He bared his teeth, throwing her aggressively against the wall. "Why? Want to take his place?" He spat, pressing himself against her, digging his fingers into her side.
She paused, taking in his wild, glazed eyes, trying to pick her words carefully. Oliver was dangerous when he was sober, more so now that he was high. Violet had been on the receiving end of Oliver's cocaine induced rages on several occasions and didn't wish to repeat the experience.
"He answered your questions." She said softly, gently running a hand up his arm, hoping to calm him even slightly. "He's learnt his lesson Oliver, he won't do it again."
After a silent beat, Oliver took a step back to look at the boy in thought. "Is that true?" He asked walking behind him. "Have you learnt your lesson?" The boy sobbed as he nodded vigorously whilst Oliver stroked his cheek, in what could be taken as an almost affectionate manner. "No… I don't think you will do it again, but you see, I just can't seem to trust your word somehow..."
Oliver sighed before reaching out, with both hands, to swiftly break his neck. Violet looked away, trying to choke back her gasp of horror. She tried to leave but found herself, once again, pinned against the wall by Oliver. A knife gently held against the side of her jaw whilst his free hand wrapped around her throat with a bruising force.
"Aw, don't feel too bad love, it wasn't your fault. I would have killed him anyway. I must set an example after all. Good job he was new, didn't owe me too much money." She gasped and coughed, finally able to breathe again as he slid his hand from her throat up into her hair. A feral grin spreading across his face as he yanked her head back, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. "Don't ever try to fucking stop me from doing something again! Don't you ever come between me and my business bitch!" He hissed, dragging the blade down the side of her neck, leaving a shallow trail of her own blood behind. "I fucking own you, whore! Remember that!"
He ran his tongue down the cut he had made. Smearing her blood over his chin and across her throat as he caressed her breast before painfully sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. She bit into her bottom lip in an attempt to keep herself from crying.
"Please," her voice wavered, "I need to go to work sir." Violet tried stay calm as Oliver continued to run he's tongue over the bloody teeth marks which now decorated her skin.
With his lips still against her shoulder he said, "It's a shame I can't properly put you in your place. Beating you doesn't seem to do much good and I would hate to permanently damage your pretty face. But I am a man of my word... So just make sure you keep to the contract and I won't lay a hand on you like that. You are my favourite after all..." He lifted his head, burying his nose into her hair and breathed in deeply, taking in the smell of her shampoo. "Now get the fuck out of my sight. I've lost one investment tonight, wouldn't look good if I let my other slack on paying back her own debt." He stood back, waving his hand to dismiss her and she all but ran from the room.
...
Work had been a welcoming distraction to the day's events. She had pushed herself harder than usual tonight, wanting the burning of her muscles to take over her thoughts. Something that she found harder theses days thanks to Raphael's training. She had thought she'd been in good shape before she had met Raph but now… well she was still improving and grateful to him for his patients with her. He probably felt frustrated with her some days when she was distracted, she knew she would be if someone she was trying to teach wasn't paying attention.
Violet sighed, splashing water over her face in the club's staff bathroom. She stretched, enjoying the feeling of protest from her body. Her outfit tonight exposed the soft flesh of her arms, stomach and most of her legs but covered the top of her legs like low shorts before seeming to climb along her hips, up her back and thankfully over her shoulders before crossing over her chest. The dressing she had put over Oliver's bite wasn't noticeable under the outfit, but she was sure pushing herself tonight had reopened it as well the wound on her neck. She removed the large choker that covered the bruise around her throat and held some tissue to the cut on her neck until it stopped bleeding.
The choker had covered most of the wound but because the cut went from just under her ear to the top of her collar bone, it didn't cover it all. She hadn't been able to dress it because that would have brought to much attention, so instead she hid most of it, as well as the bruising, under the choker and left her hair down to cover the rest.
She put the thick leather choker back on, several decorative chains hung from the choker dangling down between her cleavage. Bracelets jingling on her wrists as she adjusted her thin outfit and left the bathroom ready to leave for the night. Stepping out into the side ally, she wrapped her arms around herself as the chill from the air crept up her spine. If she had known that Oliver was going to get Dove to accompany him tonight, then she would have brought a coat to walk home in.
The sound of something heavy hitting the ground followed by a rough grunt made her pause, her body automatically falling into a defensive stance. "Hello?"
"Good ta see tha trainin' isn' lost on ya."
"Raph?" Violet stepped into the dark, trying to see him better. He never came after she finished work in case Dove caught sight of him. Seeing as he didn't drop by on her break, she figured that she'd see him when she got back to her apartment. "What are you-" she had to stop when the fumes reached her, making her eyes water. "Have you've decided to start wearing cheap cologne? Maybe it's a new strategy to scare off your attackers because I have to tell you that if that's your plan, I defiantly feel like running. How much have you had to drink?"
Raph shrugged as she laughed blinking, trying to clear her sight. He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall clearly not amused.
"Hey, what's going on?" She placed a hand on his arm worried. But he just gave her a funny look before reaching out to run his wrist back and forth along her shoulder. Something that seems to have become a habit of late. She flinched when he ran over the bite, but he didn't seem to notice, most likely because of how intoxicated he was. "Why do you do that?"
"Huh?" The frown was still on his face when he looked from her shoulder back to her eyes.
"Why do you do that?" She gestured to his hand on her shoulder. "Sometimes you just sort of shut off and start doing it."
"Because you stink."
"Excuse me?"
"You reek of him. I don't like his stench on you." Raph spat.
"I smell like who? Oliver?" Raph nodded. "So, your what? Scenting me?" She asked surprised. He shrugged before going back to rubbing on her shoulder. "Stop Raph," she grasped his wrist, "What's going on? Why have you turned up here now, drunk?"
"Nothin', jus' been with Casey." He sighed. "He's upset 'cos one of his informants got himself killed."
Violet stepped away from him like she'd been struck, her worry giving way to anger. "Got himself killed! He didn't get himself killed Raphael. If anyone got him killed it was Detective Casey!"
Raph was taken back by her sudden change in demeaner. "Wha'?"
"If Casey hadn't convinced him to snitch, then he'd still be alive. No sane person, who works for Oliver, would willingly risk their life for an informer paycheck. He was barely nineteen Raph…" She looked away from him.
When the silence between them started to become uncomfortable, he finally spoke. "How'd ya know who I was talkin' 'bout?" He voice was almost soft, like he was trying to calm an animal ready to bolt. "They only found his body a few hours ago, you'd have been workin' then."
Frustrated, she lent her back against the wall, hands balling into fists to stop them from shaking. "Because I was there Raph… I watched him beat the kid half to death…" She swallowed. "I tried to stop him and he just…" Violet took a deep breath, her teeth pulling on her bottom lip as she tried to control her emotions. "He just snapped his neck anyway…" Her head dropped to hide the tears that started to gather in her eyes. "Maybe if I hadn't intervened then Oliver might not have been that angry. Or-or if I had tried to stop him earlier then maybe he would have taken it out on me instead of the kid…" She shook her head as the tears finally fell. "Who am I kidding? What's the point in training if I can't save them?" Her breathing started to become fast and heavy, her fingers digging into her arms as she started to break down. "I couldn't save him, I couldn't save Rose. I'm useless and pathetic and-"
Raph walked over to her. Cutting off her rant as he grasped her chin, tipping her head back to look at him. His eyes travelled over her face before resting on her own, bright with more unshed tears. "You, are tha' strongest person I know…" He muttered, loud enough for her to hear before kissing her.
Violet stiffened, not quite understanding what was happening. Her mind only just catching up when he suddenly jerked away from her. His eyes wide, realising what he'd done. "I'm sorry- I don' kno-" But she wasn't interested in listening as she yanked him back down to her, kissing him back with force and wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands coming to rest on her hips, thumbs pressing against the warm flesh of her exposed stomach. The darkness of the alley hiding them from view.
Wow we actually made some progress, sorry it took so long! xxx
