Laurel was sitting in the office, going over papers that Malcolm had from when Andrea ratted. She was trying to find anything on any other mobs or members that could owe her, but most of the papers were redacted. Slade and Malcolm came into the room, chatting about something. "Hey" Laurel smiled.

"Hey" Malcolm leaned down and kissed her, Slade followed suit. "We need to talk with you"

"Oh god" Laurel sighed, "The kids talk..."

"Indeed" Slade sat next to her on the bed, Malcolm sitting on the other side of the bed.

"I always wanted kids, it wasn't the main dream I had. I do imagine of having a few kids in a big back yard, maybe a dog, and being a great mom" Laurel said.

"We want to give you everything," Slade said. "But kids, it will be dangerous"

"I know" Laurel sighed, leaning back. 

"But, I managed to raise 3 kids within the mob" Malcolm smiled, "It won't be right away, but as Slade said, we want to give you everything" 

Laurel smiled, leaning on Malcolm, taking Slade's hand. They stayed like that for a good hour, just being them.

~

Thea, Laurel, and Veronica were helping Lena with Lilly and Eva. "Lillian Lucille Olsen, you better put that marker down" Lena commanded, the young girl put the marker down. 

"God, kids scare me," Thea said. 

"You were just like her," Laurel said, "God knows how many times you drew on my bedroom walls"

"I was... just like her..." Thea sighed.

Frost came in with a folder, "I have something you need to look at, Laurel" She said.

"What?" Laurel took the folder, opening it up to see a letter from Andrea. "What the..."

To Laurel Lance;

     Hello. hopefully, you remember me, I'm the former Queen of Merlyn. I hope this letter finds you in good health. Before I start, I would just like to say congratulations on the engagement and may I just apologize about the gunshot wound?
     This is a warning. Your marriage to Malcolm and Slade well be fatal, either to you, your parents, your sister, your children, if Slade or Malcolm well give you them.
     Where do you think Malory is? Moira? What do you think will happen to you? 
     There is so much you don't know about them, their secrets, their lies. You will not survive. You can marry them, you can give them children, you can give them your life, but they will NEVER love you back.
      Attached to this will be photos of someone Malcolm will know, show him and he will confess everything.

Good Luck,
Andrea 

Laurel pulled out the photos, a little blonde haired girl, her eyes were exactly like Malcolm's. "Oh my god" Laurel stood up, rushing off to the elevator. 

"Laurel!?" Frost called out. Laurel didn't bother looking back, the elevator moved slowly down and soon enough Laurel was rushing down the hallway, rushing into Malcolm's office, closing the door and turning back to her fiancees.

"You have a daughter?" Laurel asked, specifically looking at Malcolm.

"Um, yes, you've met her?" Malcolm said.

"With Andrea" She walked over, putting the photo on the desk.

Malcolm reached for the photo, sighing. "Juliana Nichole" he shook his head, "This is the first real photo I've seen of her"

"Who gave this to you?" Slade asked. 

Laurel tossed the file with the letter onto the desk, "She decided to warn me, telling me I'll never survive being your wife" She sighed. "I don't have cold-feet, firstly this sounds like a threat on my family and secondly I don't like not being told critical information, like one of my fiancees having another secret daughter"

"I'm sorry, but I've never even met her," Malcolm said, "Andrea was 3 months when she began ratting on us, she gave birth while in witpro, sent me a photo and I haven't heard anything on her since"

"Andrea is a psychopath, she harassed everyone is she could," Slade said. "She is trying to get back at us"

"For what?" Laurel asked. 

"Her boyfriend," Malcolm said, "He died on a mission" 

"What?" Laurel asked.

"During my marriage with her, we agreed she could have a lover as long as she gave me a single child" Malcolm said, "She chose one of the men, but a few weeks after, he died in a shoot out"

"Jesus" Laurel leaned back. 

"She's been hellbent on getting back at us," Slade said, "It was really the Darhks that killed him, but she doesn't care"

"Complete opposite of me..." Laurel sighed.

"There are many witnesses of her wrath, Thea, Oliver, Tommy, Frost, Alex, many of the bodyguards," Malcolm said.

"I believe you," Laurel said, "It's just... she knows how to get under my skin. I don't want my family to be hurt by my decision"

"They won't be, not after we take down the Darhks," Malcolm said. 

"We can use this letter to our advantage," Slade said. "Do you think you can write a letter back?"

"Yes," Laurel said, "But what would I say?"

"Play her," Malcolm said, "Make her believe you understand her, say your father is making you marry us, make sure it sounds authentic"

"I can do that" 

~

Dear Andrea,

     Thank you for contacting me. I am doing well, thankfully.
     About me marrying Slade and Malcolm, unfortunately, I have no say in the matter. I am a second generation Mob and my father is very willing to give up his daughter for a higher rank. I made a promise when I was 17, if I wasn't married by 25, I would marry someone he wanted me to marry. He was generous to give me 5 extra years, but I am a daddies girl and have to marry them.
     About my family? Well, Sara has found a mob husband within the Danvers, and Veronica is set on being with Tommy. My mother is worried for me, but my father believes he can protect us. 
     You can't tell anyone, anything I tell you, but I am scared of what will happen next. I asked both of them about Moira and Malory, but they refused to tell me. When I showed Malcolm the photo, he claimed it was your daughter with your lover.
     What will happen to me if I fail them?

Regards,
Laurel

Andrea smirked as she read the letter. "Malcolm is getting sloppy," She said, turning to Damien Darhk. "His new wife is an arranged marriage"

"We can use that" Damien smirked. "We can save her, much like we saved you"

"Protect the poor soul."

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