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THE NEW BRATVA CAPTAIN
CHAPTER 9: Mending Wounds
Oliver was pacing the floor of his 'borrowed' room at Felicity's Bratva estate. Why he even chose to just lock himself inside this room rather than leave the Estate altogether which was his first instinct was nagging on his thoughts. That and this not so dead. Robert Queen was in the same house!
He felt like a caged tiger. He needed to hit something. To expel all this angry energy surrounding him but he wasn't in the Queen Mansion nor was he anywhere where he could just destroy everything in his wake. As much as he was bursting at the seams, he still thought of Felicity and how she would look at him if he acted that way inside this room.
Felicity Smoak, he transferred his thoughts to her. Talk about a one-two punch combination. Being confronted with the truth that your father was alive was one thing, but being betrayed by someone he had just recently considered his rock was another.
She had known his father was alive and kept that fact from him. Granted John Diggle was right, the man was always right, the voice of reason. She, who he would do so much more for, hell he took a bullet for her, she should have told him. Or should she have?
Oliver had done this before, talked himself down from actions he knew he would regret later as he finally sat down on the bed.
Logic told him, it wasn't really her secret to tell, he knew that. It also wasn't right for him to channel his anger at Felicity. If there was something he regretted in all this, it was putting her in the middle of all this. Suddenly overwhelmed with guilt, Oliver stood up from the bed and sprinted to the door stumbling over something in his haste.
That something turned out to be Felicity's foot which had tripped him on his way out.
Why was Felicity camping outside his door? And her face, he felt an overwhelming sense of deflation seeing the look on her face. Her eyes where slightly puffy and red, her cheeks covered in tears and she was now looking up at him with that haunted look in her eye mixed with guilt. Guilt, she was feeling guilty for not telling him about his father.
Oliver took one step toward her and proceeded to kneel in front of her, reaching out his hand to her cheek.
He both felt and saw her gravitate her cheek further into the warmth of his hand but her action also brought another. Her eyes where now facing down on the floor.
Oliver sat down beside her and made himself comfortable it looked like this was where they were going to have that overdue talk. He squared his shoulders and prepared himself. This was going to be a long talk…or not, as Felicity flew into his arms.
Oliver without thinking, he enveloped her in his embrace and gently shhh'ed her as she started to whimper.
"Please stop crying. I know it's not your fault. I just reacted," Oliver stroked her back to calm her as he started to talk to her.
"It's just…just a shock, seeing my Father and knowing that he was alive all this time."
"I'm sorry," Felicity whispered into his shirt.
"Hey," pulling Felicity away from his shirt so he could look at her eyes, "it's not your fault. None of this is your fault."
Felicity attempted to laugh but it came out as a cry once again, "well it wasn't your fault either." Searching Oliver's face she asked, "how are you? It's not everyday that you find out your father is alive."
Oliver sniggered at the attempt at humor, "no it's not."
Not wanting to think about anything else, or even make the effort to get ready for a day in the QC office he pulled Felicity closer, "I don't feel like going to QC today. I think I deserve a day to ponder and I don't want to be here right now, not when my Fa…Father is just a few steps away. Will you come with me?"
At Oliver's tentative question, Felicity looked at him again, angling her head to one side, "of course."
Oliver chuckled at her quick answer despite the heaviness he felt, "you don't even know where."
"I don't need to know. I trust you," Felicity said with so much conviction.
At her statement, Oliver inhaled and embraced her, "I'm so lucky to have you in my life, particularly during a moment like this. Only you Felicity, you are all I need."
Felicity pulled away from him sensing he was going to be fine, "you're all sweaty. Why don't you take a shower, and I'll take one too before we go to that secret destination you have in mind."
Oliver pulled her closer once again, leaning in for a kiss. Before he whispered in her ear, "I have an even better idea, why don't we shower together. I figured it's a good way to save on the water bill."
Felicity playfully punched his chest, "fat chance." She however leaned in to whisper into his ear, "next time, I'll take you up on that offer."
Felicity stood up from the floor and attempted to pull Oliver who was probably twice her weight to his feet failing in the process.
"Get up, I'll be a few minutes then we can be on our way."
"You have made a very costly error coming after my people!" Anatoly shouted to the phone.
"Judging by the level of venom in your voice, my objective to get your attention has succeeded. Don't think I don't know what you are doing, digging up information that is of no value at all." China White said.
"Ah, so this is about Robert Queen and the Queen's Gambit," Anatoly answered her calmly.
"This is about leaving things that happened in the past, in the past."
"We are talking about a Bratva Captain's death. As Pakhan it is my right to get my answers anyway I see fit, that includes digging up the past. You know, your actions today have just reinforced my belief that the Triad, particularly you are responsible for his untimely demise."
"Believe what you like," China White paced inside her safe haven, "but I will not tolerate anymore attempts to breach our systems. This is your last warning or bodies will be dropping!"
"Bodies have dropped!"
"If you were referring to the events in Starling City then you should know that Mr. Diggle was the only body of significance that was dropped. That pitiful excuse of a Captain you appointed is alive because Oliver Queen decided to get in the way. Oh well, she can be target practice for another day if you refuse to back down from this. This is not a fight you would want Anatoly, you won't win this one against the Triad," China White said calmly.
"I wonder what it is you want to hide and keep buried so much to the point that you would rather seek a war with the Bratva. Are the other Triad leaders in agreement?"
"I am the Triad. The Triad is nothing without me! I am the only voice that matters in the Triad!" China White said at the top of her voice.
"Ah, I see I hit a sensitive spot."
China White ended the call abruptly by throwing her phone across the room.
"Well, that was insightful," Anatoly said to himself before he stood up to prepared to go to his bedroom thinking it's time for him to fly back to Starling City, this time under the radar.
Robert Queen spotted his son at the driveway of the Estate from his window. It was mid-morning, the sun was up and his son was preparing to drive off in a Porsche, Robert remembers that car, it was his personal favorite among the collection of cars in the Queen Mansion garage. The top down Porsche had been witness to the many stolen trips with his own love, Moira Queen. His son was distractedly buckling up the petite form of the young Captain dressed down all the way to a pair of denim cut-off shorts and a sleeveless T.
This was probably best for now. His son was probably going on a road trip. He did deserve a break from everything that happened during the last 24 hours. Getting shot, finding out your father was alive all these years. A drive was a good way to clear ones head.
John Diggle approached the pair on Felicity's side, bending down so his elbows hit the top of the Porsche door with the window down, "you know I can't knowingly allow you to go without any sort of security or back-up at all." Glancing at Oliver, "you've just been shot. It's been less than a day."
Felicity placed her palm above John's hand but looked at Oliver as she said, "we'll be careful, promise."
Oliver was torn between wanting to have a day alone with just Felicity and the reality that what they were doing wasn't probably the best thing given the attacks. His gaze caught his Father's who was looking down from the window and for a few seconds he let the staring contest continue before he shifted his gaze away.
"We can have one tail car. It's for the best," he said more to convincing himself than John or Felicity.
Felicity did a double take, giving Oliver a searching glance once again, "you really fine with that?"
"For your safety," Oliver started to say but amended his statement as Felicity started to protest, "our safety."
Felicity slouched back on her seat then crossed her arms eyeing John then Oliver again, "fine."
John tapped the door with his fingers twice then stepped back to point out a waiting SUV, "they will give you a wide berth, I've already instructed them."
Oliver nodded, it was just like John to make him believe he had a choice on the matter when Jjohn had already prepped the security team. With that out of the way, Oliver pushed the start button of the Porsche effectively ending the conversation. With one last glance up at the window he knew his father was looking out off before Oliver placed the car on drive and pushed the pedal to the metal.
During the last hour, Oliver had been concentrating on his driving. Fifteen minutes after taking off from the Bratva Estate they reached the country side road. Far removed from the hustle and bustle of the City lights and unto the fresh air and lush greens as Oliver drove them toward the coast to the beach house owned by the Queens.
He had been absently tracing Felicity's fingers, from time to time fitting his bigger palm and inserting his fingers in between hers.
Just the few minutes that had just been the two of them had brought a new kind of peace for Oliver. This unexpected and unplanned road trip with his woman was exactly what he had needed.
"Hungry?"
"Not yet."
"I've called ahead. The house has been aired out and the kitchen is being stocked as we speak."
Felicity curled her arms around the headrest of her seat so she could face Oliver comfortably. "So it's just going to be you and me then. You going to wait on me hand and foot, pamper me with gastronomic delights you concocted?"
"Anything for my lady," Oliver appreciated Felicity lightening his mood even further. Truth be told, he hadn't planned anything beyond his desire to get away from everything in his life right now. That is, everything but his Felicity.
With a smile that promised him more was to come, she turned her attention to play with the car stereo, changing the channels until she found a song she liked.
"I like this one," Felicity gave a out content sigh as Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud was bursting out on the radio.
Dividing his attention between the road and Felicity, Oliver started to sing under his breath the words to the song he didn't know he actually knew. Felicity caught him and she giggled, "you know this song."
Usually Oliver would deny something like this. He was never this romantic with a girl, any girl. But he never had felt so relaxed and carefree so nodded his head while his eyes remained on the road.
If he thought about it, this song represented everything he wanted with Felicity. He laughed at his own discovery. Of course, life handed him a curveball. But maybe he was specially blessed because he had the strength to surpass anything that could be thrown his way, with Felicity by his side. Definitely, he saw himself loving his Felicity 'til he was 70 and maybe even beyond if he was so lucky to given a long life with her.
Lost in his own thoughts, he first failed to register Felicity planting her bare feet on top of the dashboard of the Porsche until she turned to him, "you don't mind me doing this?" gesturing to her legs crossed at the ankles on top of the dash.
Oliver gave her a slow, a very slow once over, deliberately running his eyes over the stretch of her bare legs in front of her.
His right hand followed the path his eyes took until it locked on her left thigh as his fingers caressed the soft skin.
"We still have a way to go and you're not making it easy for me to concentrate on driving," Oliver told her as he continued to softly move his thumb, rubbing her thigh.
Felicity gave a carefree laugh, "am I now?" she asked him as a tease.
"You know you are," Oliver sneaked a glance at her but not before making sure that the road ahead was straight with no sudden turns.
Felicity bit her lip which Oliver caught making him release an unconscious grown that got Felicity laughing her head tossed back.
That was it for Oliver as he abruptly turned the Porsche off to the right side of the road and braked enveloping them in a cloud of dust for a minute.
What followed after was Oliver quickly unbuckling Felicity from her seat and locking his arm under her knees so that now, her legs where stretched across his lap. His fingers traced the length of her leg as he pulled her even closer with his other arm before he found his mark just between the hollow between her ear and her shoulder.
"Oh God!" Felicity gave out a prayer at the sudden shiver she felt when Oliver's lips touched her neck. That was the furthest Oliver had gone since they began 'dating'. When Oliver started to suck, and nip Felicity's hand searched for the hand that was still stroking her thigh, locking on his wrist with a tight pull until she had his palm covering her sex over her shorts.
Oliver was lost in the taste of Felicity's scent but the moment he felt the warmth of her hand guide his to her most sacred place, never mind it was over layers of cloths at the moment, he felt himself harden.
As if they had their own mind, his fingers immediately searched for the button then zip of her shorts, sliding inside until a finger was finally deep enough to trace her slit which was so wet and ready for him. Felicity herself jumped at the first touch then moaned with uninhibited pleasure that Oliver just stopped trying to contain himself for a few seconds. This was what a taste of heaven was, with the right one.
His ministrations continued for a few more seconds before he pulled his lips away from Felicity's neck to see the blur of a black SUV approaching them from the rear view mirror.
With strength he never knew he possessed, he pulled his hand out from inside Felicity's shorts earning a loud sigh of disappointment from his girl. He almost, almost was tempted to push his finger back inside but he knew that when Felicity would finally come to her senses she would appreciate his herculean effort better. Felicity deserved more than being fingered in the middle of an open road with her approaching army of security witness to the spectacle.
She deserved more. At that knowledge gave Oliver the final strength to button up her shorts and position her back properly on her chair, buckling her up just as the black SUV pulled up behind them.
It was only upon hearing the screech of tires that Felicity realized what had almost happened, "oh."
Oliver gazed at her with soft eyes, "yeah. We will continue this when we have more privacy. Our first time will not be like this."
Felicity bit down her lip again as she blushed at the implication of his statement as Oliver stared at her a few more seconds as if daring her to deny what was about to happen between them.
Finally Oliver removed his eyes from Felicity and turned his neck to call the attention of the security team who had alighted from the SUV, giving them a thumbs up sign that everything was fine as he started the car once again and headed for the open road.
Yes, with Felicity by his side, Oliver could get pass anything. Not only the knowledge that his Father, Robert Queen was alive but whatever storm was coming their way. Because he knew without a doubt, once it became known that his father was alive, all hell would break loose.
So sorry, I had to simmer down the smut. In my defense, it was in the middle of the open road.