Since Oliver told the rest of his associates and the other Bratva Captains about his intentions of marrying Felicity and taking her back to the States with him the men couldn't be more pleased that he was finally settling down. Being a man in the Bratva and having wife was another story, it meant respect and the knowledge that heirs to their organisations would be soon unfolding. Since Oliver told the Bratva Captain who was in charge in Russia the man agreed that she was a good fit she was American, pretty and no one apart from Oliver had touched her which meant something. From that moment Felicity had been practically handed to Oliver. She was now with him all the time and she lived in his room with him. She no longer had to wear those skimpy outfits unless she wanted too. She no longer had to cook and clean and pour men drinks who would grope and stare at her like she was a piece of meat.

Felicity sat on the bed in her now room which was Oliver's three days into being made Oliver's. She wore his tracksuit bottoms and shirt like she had done every night for the past 2 weeks since she had been taken and given to Oliver. Two days ago she had seen Oliver at his worst and possibly the first time she had been scared of him. He came into their room with blood on his hands and had clearly gone ten rounds with someone not just from the blood on his hands but his bruises. Felicity never having been one for blood, the sigh of it making her squeamish was ordered by Oliver to stitch him up. She had been really adamant and told him that she couldn't, didn't know how to stitch him up. He had yelled at her in Russian and told her to clean his wounds. Oliver had been trembling she had never seen him so vulnerable before and before she could patch him up noises from outside their room filled the corridors.

Running outside Oliver had heard what seemed to be an infiltration of some sort he had told Felicity to stay in the room but once he saw men with guns he had taken her and they ran for their lives. She had never been more scared than she was in that moment. Being stopped by what seemed like Chinese people Felicity had watched Oliver take them down singlehandedly but had also watched him brutally kill all the men. It was different to say the least seeing movies of these kind of things then actually watching it happen before your eyes. Movies didn't like with the amount of blood that was shed from the human body when pierced. Frozen in place and not being able to take her eyes of what was left of the bodies Oliver had viciously shaken her to snap her out of whatever frozen spot she was in.

After they cleared up the mess Oliver had promised that they would be going home soon and for that she could not wait. Oliver had been distant and jumpy since everything had happened and she was too afraid to ask him when they were planning on going home.

Oliver walked into their room and saw her lying in bed a Russian magazine open flicking through the pages it was about 5 in the day and she hadn't made an effort to make herself presentable despite Oliver having purchased her expensive clothes, trousers, jeans, shirts and much classier dresses but right now she wore the same bottoms and shirt he had given to her from that very first night.

"You might want to get dressed we have dinner at the Captain's house with his wife" Oliver says causing Felicity to look in his direction seeing him pull something out of his pocket. "This will be your engagement ring while we are here, we will marry in a couple of days and then head home where we will need to have an engagement party and actual wedding there to keep up appearances there" Oliver says taking her hand on putting the ring on her finger.

Felicity swallows "A couple of days and we can go?" is all she can say despite the amount of questions and unsaid words left.

"Yes now please get dressed something …nice" Oliver says and he watches as she nods and gets up heading towards the bathroom before Oliver launches at her pinning her to the wall. Felicity flutters her eyes.

"Wha…."

"You get be this jumpy and tense when I touch you we … we have to show them that this is real and you get flinch every time I touch you"

"I won't but you have just pinned me to a wall" she mutters and she could have sworn she saw Oliver's lips quirk in a smile.

Showering and getting ready in the bathroom Felicity comes out 40 minutes later her hair down bushy with slight waves wearing a fitted red dress knee length with beautiful gold shoes to match her gold hair. Oliver swallows he had known she was a pretty girl but now she was extremely beautiful.

"This ok?" she asks.

"More than ok" he says, "you look beautiful" he whispers barely enough for her to hear but he can see the small blush that it gives her and can't help but smile.

They drove in silence and this was the first time Felicity had left the building they were in the drive was short it was from building across a lawn or field Felicity presumed where many men with guns stood stationed to an immaculate looking mansion. Oliver went round and opened the door once they reached the front of the mansion. Felicity came out and took a few moments to breathe in the fresh air windows did no justice she didn't get enough fresh air and she was enjoying it. Oliver watched and felt guilty immediately that something as precious and free as fresh air being outside hadn't been allowed for her. A man opened the door who Felicity knew could only be a butler from the way he was dressed. Oliver had his hand resting on the on Felicity's lower back as he guided her inside.

Once inside Felicity took in all the antiques and how beautiful the place was as man who Felicity knew as the Captain walked in with who she could only assume his wife as they came in holding hands. His wife was beautiful much older than Felicity but so was the Captain.

"Hello" the man said choosing to speak English for Felicity's benefit despite his strong accent.

"Dimitri" Oliver says shaking his hand and then going in for a hug. Dimitri looks at Felicity up and down and smiles pecking her on the cheek. "Beautiful wife you have here Oliver" he smiles as Oliver pecks his wife on the cheek. "She is" Oliver replies brushing his lips over Felicity's temple.

Taking a seat at the table Felicity puts one leg onto of the other as Dimitri and Oliver discuss business. Felicity faces Dimitri's wife and makes small talk with the woman and tries not flinch when Oliver's hand rests on her lap his fingers looking for something but she continues to keep her posture and talk to the Captain's wife. After a few short moments Oliver lifts her dress slightly and can feel Felicity tensing. He then slides his hand between her folded legs just under her knee and rubs slow circles on her leg. Felicity relaxes thanking the lord that he didn't try anything nor was it the time or place but she also knew that regardless of this being the Bratva household and Oliver is her kind of husband if he did try anything she would have put a stop to it no matter what.

After a few drinks and dinner Felicity was slowly easing into the façade that they were putting on she was weirdly enjoying herself and she had it down to being locked up and away from humanity. She enjoyed the little touches she shared with Oliver the little pecks he gave her here and there.

Dimitri and his wife excused themselves after dinner so they could go and tuck their children in and Felicity listened astonished that it sounded so normal them putting their children down. "You ok?" Oliver asks when they are left alone.

"Yes" she nodded. Oliver can feel the slight tinkle of the alcohol pumping through his veins he tried not to drink too much knowing the Captain always found a way to get him drunk. Without realising Oliver leans in and captures Felicity's lips. At first Felicity is taken aback and she pulls back looking at him whose eyes have darkened. Felicity swallows as she sees him move in closer again to kiss her and Felicity can see a shadow at the side of eye and she knew that she had to do it for show. Felicity allowed Oliver to kiss her opening her mouth granting him access as he brushes his tongue with hers. Oliver rests his hands on her exposed knees parting her legs as Felicity fights to not flinch nor move away from his touch. Oliver pulls Felicity into his lap and she wraps her arms around him stroking the ends of his hair as Oliver moves his hands from her knees to her hips cupping her breast and then her face.

Dimitri walks in and Felicity had never felt more relieved when Oliver pulled away. "Dimitri" Oliver smiles as the man gives him a knowing nod.

Saying their goodbyes Oliver's driver drives them back to the warehouse and neither of them say anything during the short drive back to the warehouse they were staying at. Reaching their room in silence Felicity picks up her pyjamas getting and heading into the bathroom to change. Washing her face from all the make-up and to clear her head Felicity walks back into the room where Oliver is sitting on the bed still in his suit not saying anything.

"Thank you for coming" Oliver says resting his elbows on his knees.

"You're welcome … now that … it's over when can we …" she clicks her fingers as she is nervous.

"The day after tomorrow we will need to get married tomorrow" he says looking over at her.

"You don't want to" she whispers looking down at her feet Oliver stands wanting to approach her. "It will mean you're stuck with me" she shrugs now looking up at the ceiling.

"I am sorry this happened to you" is all he can muster to say.

"You can … not marry me … I'll understand … just you need to pass on a message to my brother and …"

"Felicity" he cups her elbow. "I never said I didn't want to and there is no chance in hell that I am leaving you here"

"But … I never asked do you not have someone … someone you love would really want to marry … I … being your wife is … I will have to be a Bratva wife I don't know what is expected of me"

"There is no one" he says remembering Laurel Lance who he broke up with a few months ago because he cheated on her with her sister. "What is expected is … for you to be loyal to me, to attend functions and events that other wives will attend and to … give me children"

"Children" she whispers.

"Yes and for you to be faithful" he says looking away.

"Unlike you" she says and immediately regrets it. "I didn't mean that … you can do whatever you want with whomever you want and I will fulfil my wifely duties just I want to get home to my brother I don't know if he is ok … I …"

"We will after tomorrow" Oliver says as Felicity nods and jumps into bed.

Oliver takes his place on the sofa like he does every night respecting boundaries with her. He didn't know but since the plane journey he had been drawn to her the alcohol today had only given him the confidence and strength to kiss her. He had wanted to so many times and when she mentioned tonight about being faithful he didn't know why but he didn't want to go and sleep with women he wanted her and that scared him. That kiss tonight was all he could think about and he didn't even know Dimitri was there until he pulled away and spotted him. He laid on the sofa grateful that it was comfortable and big enough to fit him thinking whether or not Felicity knew that he really wanted to kiss her or whether she thought it was only because Dmitri was there. He looked up and could see she had her eyes closed but silent tears were streaming down her cheeks and he hated the situation that they were in. He hated that he couldn't just get her on a plane home and she can go and live her life however it is she wanted. He thought about what she said and she was right they would be tied to each other forever not only was her life about to belong to his but his was to belong to her. It was expected of them to have children and he didn't even know how it would go about discussing making children.

The following morning Felicity had dressed in a floor length dress which happened to be white, it was form fitted and opened in the back. One of the women brought it in for her and when she wore it she didn't know what to feel she had her make-up and hair done and she looked gorgeous even if she did say so she but she never pictured this. She never pictured her wedding to be like this to a man she didn't know, didn't love, she pictured Roy walking her down the aisle her mother standing near the altar but she was doing this alone. Oliver had told her it was an informal wedding the Bratva Captain his wife and other members of the brotherhood. He had told her they would need to have a proper wedding when they get back to Starling. At this point she didn't care she just wanted to get home to Roy to find out if he was ok and still alive.

Felicity walked into the room where she could see a priest which clearly looked like he was a member of the Bratva. The Captain his wife and some other members of the Bratva. She saw Oliver standing at the end of the altar dressed in a tux and she licked her lips getting ready to walk down the aisle. Reaching Oliver, Felicity looked at him nervous and she tried so hard not to let it show in front of everyone.

"You look beautiful" Oliver says his breathe getting caught seeing how beautiful she looked. He was nervous and he knew this was the easy part saying a few words signing a piece of paper. The hard part of all of it would be the real wedding back home and making people believe that they were in love and were serious about it each.

Oliver and Felicity shared their vows in Russian and everyone laughed at Felicity trying to say them but Oliver kept squeezing her hands in reassurance and urging her on. When they were presented as husband and wife Oliver kissed her lips and the two smiled at each other.

Once they got back to their room Oliver watched as Felicity tried to undo the button of the back of the dress and couldn't reach it. Oliver went round and moved her hands and watched her shiver and could see the tiny hairs on her back stand up. Oliver undid the button and then let go as she went into the bathroom. They hadn't talked since the vow exchange and Oliver was beginning to feel nervous and worried about what was to come.

Felicity came out moments later dressed in a black cut out dress. "No need" he says yet again being lost for words with how beautiful she looked.

"What?" she says confused.

"Party is not happening"

"Why not?"

"We're leaving tonight the Queen jet is here pack and let's go" he says and can see for the first time her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Oliver watched her quickly pack faster than he had ever seen anyone pack and was afraid of what was to come when they got to Starling.