All Annie Pierce wanted to do was start fresh after her dad went to prison; all Bucky needed to do was protect her, but life doesn't always work out the way we plan.
Mafia!Bodyguard!BuckyxEx-Mafia/Mafia Boss!DaughterOC.
Dark romance. Strangers to e...
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A/N:This fic isn't going to ramp up as quickly as Discretion. We're dealing with trauma and it would be disingenuous of me to ignore it. Still, there is tension between Annie and Bucky and I'm working on developing their relationship.
CW:Choking, degradation, threats of violence, guns, mentions of murder, mentions of sexual assault.
I don't want to have this conversation again, but I just had to delete comments already. Jokes about sexual assault are not welcome here and you will be muted. I'm serious about this.
When she wakes up, her head pounds and her brain feels like it's going to leak through her fucking ears. Annie groans, her eyes opening. Even the dim light is still too bright. Her hands feel numb, her body aches, and she feels something tight across her mouth. Constricting. Her eyes go wide and she begins to breathe hard as she realizes that she's in a hotel room. She goes to scream, but can't open her mouth. Annie flails her legs and begins to scream. It's muffled, like she's screaming into a pillow. She looks around. Her hands are cuffed to the bed frame. The room is clean and she glances down at her body. She's not in her own clothes. Her feet are bare. She's missing a pinky toenail. Fuck, her head hurts.
Adrenaline spikes and she begins to sob, rattling the cuffs against the rod iron frame. She has no idea where she is, but she's pretty sure that one of her dad's men got a hold of her. Annie feels more helpless than she's ever felt. She pulls and pulls and pulls until she feels the metal cuff scraping her skin. She looks up to see blood leaking out from beneath the metal. Whoever cuffed her used two sets. Motherfucker.
She screams again and her tongue darts out of her mouth, trying to wet the tape over her mouth so that it'll come off, but it doesn't work. Annie sobs in helpless desperation, tears streaming down her face. How the fuck did she end up here? That Walker guy is dead, but who the fuck pulled her from the van? And where are the other two men? Her thighs ache and she feels like someone ran her over with a truck.
Suddenly, Annie hears keys slide into the door and her eyes widen, almost bulging out of her head. The door opens and the man who pulled her from the van - who drove her here, and drugged her - steps inside. The second he sees her, he stops in his tracks and they stare at each other. He's holding a paper bag in his metal fist.
"Don't scream," he says softly as he closes the door.
Annie takes a deep breath, and he puts the paper bag down on the table.
"Annie," he says softly.
Great, he knows my name.
She begins to screech and thrash on the bed. The man climbs on top of her and pins her legs down.
"Stop it!" He hisses. "Stop!"
Annie tries to scream "fuck you" but the tape over her mouth makes it impossible and it comes out as a garbled mess.
