Oleander - Bucky BarnesxOC

CHAPTER FOUR: NO BODY, NO CRIME

CONTENT AND TRIGGER WARNING: The first half of this chapter features graphic violence (dismemberment, tasing, gun violence, descriptions of blood) and a very brief mention of sexual abuse involving minors in relation to a character's background (again, it's brief, mentioned in conversation, and I don't go into detail). There are also references to domestic violence and the death of a parent. I said this was going to be dark and I meant that. These trigger/content warnings are always here for a reason.

James sighs and sips his drink at the bar, staring at the text he just sent Dahlia as he waits for Steve's arrival. The old him would wonder if he was being too forward, but that should give her some fantasy material for the night. He can still feel the corner of Dahlia's lips on his. His body is on fire.

Fuck.

Why did Steve have to text him about the shipment? It's early, and James has a lot of questions as to why that is, but he also can't get his mind off of Dahlia. Her dress, her lips, her gorgeous shiny hair flowing down her back... and her legs. He had to stop himself from leaning over the table just to get a better look at them in those heels.

And then the way she called him sir today. James can't get the word out of his head - the way her lips pursed as she said it. Even through dinner, he couldn't stop thinking about the way she would look on her knees, staring up at him asking him for permission. He wanted to corrupt her the moment he first saw her. James mistakenly thought of her as something innocent and sweet, but her Instagram account shows him that she's anything but that. It turns him on even more. All she needs is a little coaxing and a push in the right direction. She'll be his soon enough. He just needs some patience. James doesn't lose. He never has.

His cock strains against his pants and he takes a deep breath and drains the rest of his whiskey, clearing his throat.

"Another, Mr. Barnes?" The bartender asks.

"No, Ned. I'm fine. Thank you."

Ned nods and takes the glass while James stares at the ring his whiskey glass leaves behind. Dahlia seems just as smitten with him as he is with her. The way she was looking at them as they exited the restaurant made him want to pin her to Parker's car and fuck her in front of everyone so that they all know who she belongs to.

He hasn't felt this obsessed with a woman in a long time.

His phone dings.

[Stevie]: Outside.

James heads outside toward Steve's black Jaguar, and climbs in the passenger seat. Steve is in a black leather jacket, a white t-shirt, and jeans. He only wears suits when he works. Otherwise, he's far more casual than James.

"Sorry about ruining your date."

"It's fine," James replies.

"How was it?"

"It was a business meeting."

"You broke out the Monte Bello Cab, didn't you?" James is silent, his lips forming a thin line. Steve cackles, leaning over to clap him on the shoulder. "Keep telling yourself it's a business meeting, bud."

Steve peels out of the parking lot and drives toward the docks.

"What's the situation?" James asks as they hit the first light.

"No idea. Just got a text from Barton saying the shipment arrived."

"Something's wrong," James mumbles as they speed through a red light. His head whips around to glare at his best friend. "Will you calm the fuck down?! This isn't a race track."