The woman’s eyebrows raise, and a surprised but impressed smile etches its way onto her face. “Do you usually let whores just stroll around and cause inconvenience in their wake, gentlemen?” He asks, but his eyes remain on (Y/N). “You’re excused.” Her response is simple but ignites a spark inside of the man. “Excuse me?” John is the first to speak up and everyone’s attention turns to him, including (Y/N), who doesn’t seem phased by his evident frustration. Steve and Bucky simply smile as they take a moment to admire their wife. There’s a moment of silence as everyone turns to look at the woman who’s interrupted their meeting. “How’s it going, gentlemen?” The woman adds as she casually struts into the room, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Chris.” She responds, nodding her head as he opens the door for her. “Ma’am.” Christopher greets as (Y/N) approaches the door of the conference room that her men are in. It might seem like a waste of time but in reality, it’s to see how the man deals with hearing the word no, and whether Bucky and Steve need to deal with him. She was the one who decided on where those hotels would be built, so she wants to see the man, John Walker, crumble as her partners’ pretend they care, only to tell him no. He wants investment in their three hotels that are situated across NYC, in Queens, Brooklyn and Manhattan. The man who has been persisting to speak with Steve and Bucky for the last sixteen months is desperate, to say the least. Why is it that she’s heading toward her husbands’ meeting? Because she’s interested in seeing how it will end. “Tell Steve that his car’s being valeted if he needs it anytime soon.” The man comments as he turns off down another corridor, different to (Y/N)’s route. A simple silver chain around her neck that has two small, but very expensive, black and red diamonds resting in the centre of her collarbone. Her attire consists of a loose but very fitting crimson dress that sits mid-thigh, along with the matching red heels that are buckled around her ankles. “And you have a habit of saying things that might get you killed one day.” (Y/N) answers, but her gentle smile admits that that’s not entirely true. “You have a habit of interrupting their meetings.” Sam catches it out the corner of his eye and simply shakes his head. “You know they’re not done yet, right?” The man quizzes, a content smile still on his lips as his hands rest in the front pockets of his black trousers.
GLIMS ON THE STUFF MAFIA SAYING FULL
Almost a shame that it’s full of the likes of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steve Rogers - the two men who own just about all the power there is in New York, let alone Manhattan. A place where only the good-willed people reside. It’s quite spectacular really - some would mistake it for being a palace. Sam’s laugh echoes through the corridor they’re walking through. “So you admit that you stare at the mirror, and not just look at it?” The woman tactically avoids his question with her own retort. “How do you even know how often I stare in the mirror? You spying on me?” Sam asks, the pair glancing at each other and both now smiling. The man, however, doesn’t even try to hide his smile as he turns his strides into a jog to catch up with her. “You might shatter the mirrors if you look in them for any longer.” The woman retorts as she attempts to hide the grin that forms at her own comeback. Despite it being from a familiar face, the other men still stiffen as if they were the ones doing wrong. “Slow down, Aphrodite, you might chip the flooring.” A mocking voice calls from behind her. That’s not to say that the woman couldn’t have any kind of friendships with any of the men in the building - she does need a little bit of platonic fun here and there. Everyone should’ve known, at least, but those who didn’t pay enough attention… sorry for them.Įveryone who heard the sound of the heels clacking against the marble flooring would straighten themselves up as if the sound was coming from the men themselves. Summary: Steve and Bucky Are Planning Some Work With a Client, But What Happens When That Client Doesn’t Respect Their Girl?Īlmost everyone knew - there was no doubt about that. Trigger Warnings: Mafia themes, derogatory language, intercourse
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