Diamond Dogs (Pt. 2) [a Barry Allen AU]
Request: part 2 of mob boss barry plz? he said the reader belongs to the Flash now? Like the reader could be like coming out of her job one day and he’s there just waiting for her and yeah…
a/n: im a slut for these aus… CAN YOU FIND THE QUOTE, EH?
After the incident that went on at work a while ago, you’ve been on edge. Today, you just want to go to work and then go back home. The day goes by pretty quickly, and before you know it, you’re hanging up your white apron and walking out the door. You stop abruptly, noticing the man, Cisco, you think, across the street. If he’s here, that’s gotta mean…
“Hello, love.” Barry smirks, shoulder pressed against the brick wall of the diner. His thumb plays with the gray and red ring on his index finger and he takes his other hand out of his black pants pocket. “How was work?” he asks, casually slipping his arm above your waist, pulling you into his gray button down.
You gulp, nervously toying with the end of your pastel green dress. “Fine.” you mumble, avoiding his eyes. Opening your mouth, you tilt your head, hair swaying to one side. “Why are you here?” you question timidly, biting your own tongue. Why did you just say that?
The mob boss continues walking down the street, gold necklace thumping against his pale collarbone in the process. Quickly, he glances at Cisco, nodding curtly, before turning his attention to you. “I told you,” he muses, waving his hand around for emphasis, “You are under the Flash’s protection now. So, I need to make sure you’re safe, understand?” You nod. “Good.” he says as a sleek blue car shows up. “Now, get in.”
Deciding not to anger him, you climb into the car, staring wide eyed at the two bulky men in the front seat. Barry slides in next to you, closing the door and signaling for his boys to go. He gazes at you, sucking on his lip for a moment; probably trying to weed out what he should and should not tell you. “Someone knows about you…and they will do anything to make my boys and I fall.” he stops, popping his lips, “Including take lives of the innocent, or, in this case, you. Therefore, I’m bringing you somewhere safe.” he informs, glancing out the window while he fiddles with the blue jewel ring on his ring finger.
You scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion. This is insane! “Why are they after me?” you wonder, leaning towards him. Were they spying on you right now? Is it because you know what went on during the meeting? Did you stare at a guy the wrong way?
A sigh falls off his pink lips and he sits up straighter, holding his hand up by his head, long fingers outstretched, showing off all his different rings. “My father believed in five things after being sent to prison. Life was just eating,” he curls his index finger in his palm, “shitting, drinking,” he does the same to his middle and ring finger, “fucking and fighting.” he ends with a closed fist, eyes attached to it. “Through the years, I learned to believe that too… up until I met you a few days ago.” he pauses and you suck in a breath. “In this game, I shouldn’t have anyone as valuable as you are.” he shakes his head, eyelashes fluttering toward you.
Coughing, you play with your hair nervously, scooting closer to him. You cautiously place your hand on his thigh, eyes boring into his. “I understand.” you nod, “Where are we headed though? What about my job? My pets? I-”
“To my place.” he mutters curtly, glaring out the window as the car spins into a long driveway. His jaw clenches, fingers flexing into fists. “I’ve had all your things brought over while you were at work.” he informs, adam’s apple bobbing up and down under his gray dress shirt and gold necklace.
Your back hits the seat of the chair. “Wow.” you breathe…