Devil you know
You stepped into a dark ride
With cigarette smoke, feeling alright
The sky looked like black glitter
Tonight you’ll be the winner
You said „I do“ to the wrong side
Fucked me up and then you play nice
Nobody who knew both of you would ever place you in the position you were now; with both breathing rapidly; chests rising only to fall abruptly. The small droplets of sweat were sliding down the skin finding their way to the already damp material while part of it mixed with red.
While nobody would ever think of you two being like that, you saw it coming. You knew for days that it was bound to happen. His more frequent gazes made it known, it made it obvious that you were next and after what happened with Frank you expected it, you welcomed it. You wanted more than anything to revenge your fallen friend and to make the devil in the suit bleed.
As you were keeping the pressure on your upper arm, you cursed yourself for even giving him the opportunity to do so. Your gun was placed in your lap as you were sited behind the turned table. You were lucky that he had no gun in his possession any longer however he still had his knives and that made the whole situation tenser as if it already wasn’t.
“What are you waiting for?” Billy yelled from his hiding place.
You rolled your eyes as if you were the only one waiting. “You have legs as well, Russo!”
Billy chuckled at your remark while playing with the blade.
“Be realistic this has to end!”
“And it will with you bleeding on the ground,” you said mostly through your teeth as you ripped your shirt to tie it around your arm.
“Only in your dreams, love,” Billy said as he leaned closer to the wall to see the table which was concealing you.
“No, not really,” you said loudly scrunching your face a little.
“Come on, Y/N, just come out.”
Now was your turn to chuckle at his words before raising your hand, just slightly and only for a second to show him the finger.
“Real mature.”
“Says the child,” you murmured, tired of yelling into the void. You reloaded your gun before checking your knives which were secured around your forearms and thighs.
“You will pass out in twelve minutes, Billy! I don’t strike to miss,” you stated as you shifted in your spot. “But after what you did to Frank I owe you a punch in the face and the bullet to the heart.”
You made your bed, now lie in it
We’re done; we’re dead, stop hiding it
One step, two steps, three steps, four
My heart in the trunk, but your body’s on the floor.
Nobody would ever say that two people who know each other for years could show such violence towards each other. Nobody would think that you would be able to bit to the ground the one you love and respect, yet there you were straddling his upper chest. You were panting as your fist collided with his still not healed cheek from more than a week ago.
“We both knew it will end like this,” you stated moving lower on his body as you pointed your gun towards his heart. You didn’t wait for him to say anything before firing straight at his heart.
Billy groaned from pain and you didn’t even blink before you removed the remains from his bulletproof vest.
“You are a baby, Billy!” you stated staring at him and he stared back at you.
“It hurts,” he said through his teeth.
“And you cutting me doesn’t?” you questioned narrowing your brows at him although you returned the favor already.
“Well, let me kiss it better than,” Billy said smirking at you; he thought that you would reject him because he cheated while doing this with Frank, but you didn’t.
You leaned closer to him gently stroking his cheek before placing your lips against his.
“Sorry about your face,” you said against his lips with your breath gently brushing against his skin.
“Promise is a promise,” another voice said as the footsteps moved closer.
A hand was offered to you and you accepted it, soon coming face to face with Frank.
“But the bullet to the heart, that was cruel,” Billy stated before Frank helped him up.
“Well, that is why we do this only once a year, be happy we don’t do other things just once a year,” you reminded with a smirk gracing your face. “And, sweety,” you started pulling him closer to help him with his vest. “The bullet to the heart was appropriate as you were late to our wedding.”
“But I showed up as soon as I could,” Billy stated glancing to Frank looking for some help and Frank just shrugged although it was his fault.
“Yes, an hour and a half later and covered in blood,” you stated while judging him and he seemed so small under your burning gaze.
“Love, I w-” before he could finish you softly punched him where the bullet hit and he hissed from pain.
“No, no, love,” you said smirking at him. “It won’t be forgotten just as this won’t,” you stated pointing at the cut.
“You weren’t supposed to stand there. I’m sorry,” he said sincerely while already trying to pull you in and you let him even moving closer to him so that his back would hit the wall. And if that wasn’t a surprise to him than pressing your lips to his was as it wasn’t just a simple pack. While he was distracted by it you closed the handcuffs; one around his wrist and the other at the metal pipe. Before he could protest you moved away with a smile on your face.
You grabbed Frank’s hand and pulled him with you.
“Frank!” Billy yelled as you were both slowly moving away and knowing that you wouldn’t take pity on him.
“He won’t help you,” you said glancing over your shoulder and grinning wickedly as you left your husband cuffed in one of the Anvil’s buildings for training.
“Let’s just send Curtis to patch him,” you said to Frank. “You up for burgers?” you questioned as if you didn’t leave someone behind.
And although some would say that your relationship wasn’t normal, you would laugh at them as you both knew the difference between work and private life as well as you both had respect for each other and could count on each other for anything. It wasn’t a traditional relationship, but it was one that was working for you both and that was what mattered.