Chapter Thirty-One:
Months of preparation and planning lead up to this day. Oliver thought about how everything could go wrong, but they meticulously studied Moira's schedule and had a plan which would figure out where she could lie. Oliver tried to seperate the son in his mind and tackled this as Ra's al Ghul. Out of all of the things Oliver had to do, cutting family ties, even after over four years of training, had been very difficult.
"You're going through with this one?"
Laurel, as always, had been with her side. Had everything gone right, they would be discovered alive and returned to Starling City, to take down all of the corrupt elements for the inside. Of course, to get to that point, they had to cut the head off the snake.
"We've been planning this for a long time," Oliver said. "No sense to back out now. I'm sure Thea will be on board with this, but I'm not sure about her mother."
"And what if she...what if she isn't?" Laurel asked.
"I hope I never have to learn the answer to that question."
Oliver walked over. He had been focused on this one moment. Everything could go wrong. A botched operation could set them back. Even though they went over the plan a dozen times.
"Jade's a professional, she'll get Moira where she needs to be," Sara said. "We've been preparing for this moment for quite some time."
Oliver picked up the bow and fired into targets. It was either archery or sex when Oliver needed to keep his nerves down. And sex was out of the question this time due to the fact that Oliver could not afford to get sidetracked. Not this time. Not until he had figured out where his mother had lead.
"Four years ago, my father gave me that list, and wanted me to be a better man and right his wrongs," Oliver said. "I don't know if I'm going to be a better man. But I will be a greater man."
Laurel nodded. She had been prepared to do things that she might not have before the Queen's Gambit. Their time away and their time with the League changed their perspectives. There was no black and white in the world. Motives could be judged as evil depending on which perspective.
"We've planned this so well it has to go right," Oliver said.
"Well, no plan survives contact with an enemy," Sara said. "We'll be ready if someone tries to silence Moira."
Oliver would avoid a minimal amount of contact with any enemy. Especially given they needed to not have an enemy on edge when they went after Malcolm. The device and the doctor from Markovia had been both missing. And Oliver needed to locate the pair of them to proceed with his plans.
Moira Queen hated days like this. They reminded her of that fateful day on the Queen's Gambit which changed her life not the better. Four years, four years passed, and maybe if she could have gone back, she might have chosen a different path, but she had been stuck. She still had one child, one family member, who could be in danger if Moira stopped now.
And she justified to herself she was doing all of these underhanded things to make a better city for Thea. The Glades infected the city with drugs, weapons, and crime, although deep down Moira understood that the problems came a little bit further up.
Moira stopped and stared at the Vietamese Woman standing at the limo.
"Where is George?" Moira asked.
"He took a sick day," she said slowly and clearly. "My name is Jade Nyugen...and here our my credentials if you want to verify them."
The woman had been prepared. Moira moved in to dial the phone, keeping an eye on the woman in question.
"George Adams is sick...oh yes, and you sent a replacement ...Jade Nyugen...you did….yes, okay thank you," Moira said before getting off of the phone. "Your story checks out young lady."
"I'm glad," Jade said. "So, where to, Mrs. Queen."
"Home," Moira said.
The anniversary had been bad for Moira. Robert and Oliver had been in the news all week, everywhere she turned around. People had been looking at Moira with pity and a few had been for suspicions. Thankfully, the old rumors of her having insurance policies on Robert and Oliver and sabotaging the Gambit had died down a little bit from their past.
Still it had been a long day. Moira bent her head in the backseat of the limo and pulled out a bottle of wine for a silent drink. Sara, Laurel, Oliver, and Robert, along with the Crew of the Queen's Gambit officially declared lost four years ago and declared dead some time after.
Some still held out the hope they would be found and Moira had resigned herself to carrying the burden of the deaths of many.
After a long day of meetings, Moira resigned herself to a peaceful night in her bedroom.
A van pulled out in front of the limo and jolted Moira out of her thoughts. She wondered what was happening and two masked figures came out of the van.
"What do they want?" Jade asked her.
"I don't know," Moira said.
One of the masked windows shattered the glass of the window with what appeared to be a sonic cry. The individual reached through the broken glass and opened the door. Moira backed off and the other one shattered the other window and stuck their arm, complete with a blade against her throat.
"No sudden movements," the masked individual said. "You reach for a gun and your phone, and you will be sorry."
"Very sorry," the other masked individual continued. "This is a day which you remember quite well. And we would hate for you to end it with the death of your daughter."
"We know where Thea is and we suggest your cooperation so there is no harm done to her," the first masked individual said. "Reach for your phone or any weapon, and she will suffer. All we have to do is deliver one little message."
"Don't hurt her," Moira said. "What do you want? Do you work for him?"
"You're going to see the Demon," the first masked individual said in a very detached and very cold voice.
Moria's blood ran about as cold as the Arctic blast. The fact her body shuddered could not be disguised. One of the masked individuals put a hood over Jade's head and did the same to Moira. Smoke filled the street as they had been marched to the van, while the limo would be left in the middle of the street.
Starling City's finest had been called upon the scene just mere moments later. But, by the time they would be there, it would be too late.
What seemed like an eternity of darkness passed for Moira Queen. She had been pushed down. Thankfully it did not seem so bad where she was. A soft bed by the looks of things, although what the fabled Ra's al Ghul planned to do with her made Moira wonder.
The hood came off and Moira wore nothing other than the clothes on her back. Her cell phone, a concealed weapon, and several pieces of jewelry had been removed. Currently in a locked box on the other end of the room. Moira could not even begin to extract them.
No opened windows, and the single door had been locked and had been in front of an imposing figure imposed in the shadows.
"Moira Queen."
Moira swallowed the lump in her throat and acknowledged the very imposing presence coming for her. One could sense the very obvious terror swimming in her eyes.
"Yes," she managed. "You are….."
"Yes, I am," he replied. "Ra's al Ghul."
The demon moved with almost a supernatural fury towards her. Moira's shaking, twitching hand closed and released. She tried to hold her breath. The closer Ra's edged towards her, the more a knot in her chest tightened.
"You have worked with him. He's known as Al Sahir, the Magician, but he's Malcolm Merlyn. And you stood by and did nothing while your son and his companions were led to their doom."
"And I regret it every single day," Moira said.
If she were to die, she had nothing to say.
"Starling City will be purged soon," he said. "All of the cancer will be eliminated. And you know what is going to take."
"Anything you want, just promise me you will spare my daughter," Moira said.
"Thea as safe as you want her to be. The question is, how safe do you want her to be?"
Moira made these mistakes before and lead to harm on the ones she loved.
"I plan to stop Malcolm Merlyn, and you need to tell me precisely what he's doing. He's been in Markovia, working with them. With a scientist, Doctor Brion Markov."
"Yes, I've heard the name," Moira said. "That's how he's intending to do it. He's building a weapon which to level the Glades and make it look like an act of god. After his wife had been killed. Malcolm was on a crusade to bring it down."
"The fool does not know that crime could come from anywhere," he said. "But, he's blinded. Blinded. But he's killed many and will kill many more. And then what? Where will it end? And why did you go along this plan?"
"Robert backed out and he was...I don't know," Moira said. "Losing one child makes you desperate to save the other at all costs. I was doing this for Thea."
"And you will help me because of her, correct?"
"Yes, anything."
Moira would have gotten on her knees and plead in any way the Demon would have wanted. While she was a proud woman, Moira had also been a very broken woman after the events of four years ago.
"But, if you're going to bring harm to me, I want to look into the face of the man who kills me," Moira said. "That's all I ask. The only thing that I ask. Please."
Moira dropped down to her knees before him.
"No, you're not going to die, not yet," he said. "But, you will help me protect this city from the true danger by telling me every single bit of information you know."
The hood lowered at the moment of truth. Depending what Moira's reaction was, and Oliver could detect deception, would determine whether or not she wanted to live.
"Oliver?"
Moira wondered if she had gone delirious. The face of her oldest stared out from her. Oliver had been very busy for the four years away.
"Hello, Mom," Oliver said. "You can stand now."
Moira obeyed her son's request without thinking about it. Something about the power he showed just made a warm feeling appear through Moira.
"You're Ra's al Ghul," Moira breathed. "How did you become…."
"It's best you don't know everything I had to do and everything I went through," Oliver said. "Dad's dead...he shot himself in front of me."
This piece of news drove Moira numb for quite some time.
"My God," Moira breathed. "Oh, Oliver, I'm so sorry."
Moira thought about hugging her son, but after everything, she did not think he would allow her to touch her. Instead, Oliver moved in and pulled in Moira for a long hug. Which he could easily stab the knife into her back in his hand if she tried anything.
She did not, she would not.
"You're alive," Moira said. "Are you coming...back?"
"Once Malcolm's taken down," Oliver said. "I will come to Starling City and take control of my family, alongside of my city."
The thought of control hit Moira. She would be lying if there weren't stray thoughts in the deepest, darkest parts of her psyche about her son. And the fact he showed such power, well Moira found it very hard to keep her hands off of him at the moment.
"Malcolm will be killed," Oliver said. "I don't like it, but...he's not the man we all once knew."
"No, he's not," Moira said. "You threatened your sister...were you going to follow up on your threats if you did not comply?"
"No, I put faith in my mother that she would not lead my sister to any harm," Oliver said.
"After all I've done," Moira said. "And if I didn't…."
"I never wanted to find out the answer to that question," Oliver said. "Although I have to admit something to you, now that we're here...so close, and your hands are that low."
Moira offered no apologies to the fact her hands explored Oliver during the embrace.
"You did look sexy on your knees," Oliver said.
Moira shuddered at Oliver. The thought he would take control of her so easily made Moira's panties become a little damp at the thought.
"You convinced both Laurel and Sara...are they…."
"They were the ones who kidnapped you," Oliver said. "Two of my lovely wives."
"Well, I'm proud to consider them part of this family," Moira said. "And there are others?"
"Yes," Oliver said. "Long story…."
A warm feeling washed over Moira. The desire to allow her son to take her overwhelmed Moira's mind and body.
"Why don't you show me how you convinced so many women to follow you?" Moira asked. "I can...help you out of that armor if you want me to? Unless you prefer me back on my knees given how sexy you said it looked."
Moira pressed her mature body against Oliver's.
"You are willing to sleep with your own son?" Oliver asked. "To commit incest?"
"Given all of what I got up to when I was your age and younger, I can be very open minded," Moira said as she fiddled with the clasps of the armor. "And you're a man and I am a woman and our family never bows to anyone. Especially what society says is wrong."
Oliver leaned in and claimed his mother with a kiss. She was very aggressive, along Oliver was equally forceful in taming her.
The Shameless Smut Commences In the Next Chapter.
