"(Y/n)."

Warm lips pressed against your cheek, down to your shoulder and along your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"(Y/n), your phone's been blowing up."

"Jus' turn it off." You rolled into your belly and buried your face into a pillow.

"It's Ivankov, he's worried that he hasn't heard from you."

"They."

"What?"

"Ivankov is they." You murmured.

"Okay, they're worried about you."

"Tell them I'll come in later today."

There was a light tapping sounds as Killer wrote out the text and then he dropped the phone on his nightstand before his warmth suddenly enveloped you. You hummed happily, still half asleep but enjoying having him leaning over you. His fingers rubbed along your spine as he found knots and kneaded them out.

"If I asked for your bra and panty sizes, would you give them to me?"

You twisted around to face him with a frown, only for it to turn into a smile the second he kissed you on the lips.

"What for?"

"Every girl needs her cute or sexy pieces. I wanted to get some for you."

He wanted to buy you lingerie, something you'd never had before but have always thought about. You could always buy cheap stuff but it'd never hold up. And you had a feeling Killer wouldn't go for anything cheap.

"That's expensive." You pouted.

"You and I both know I'm not short on cash and it's fair for me to buy it since it'd be something we'd both enjoy."

That was hard to argue with.

"I guess that's alright then."

"Perfect, I already have them figured out anyway."

"Pervert."

"Only for you." Killer rolled on top of you, earning giggles as he nuzzled your neck and his goatee tickled your skin.

Then you remembered that you'd both gone to bed naked. He could see literally everything and that turned you into a blushing mess.

"What happened to my clothes?" You asked.

"They're in the wash." He said between nips.

"That's all I've got right now." You whined when he latched on to a particular spot under your jaw. "K-killer I can't right now." You were still a little sore from the night before.

"I know." He pulled away, licking over the new mark. "I just wanted to get you hot and bothered."

He laughed silently at your sudden frown. Killer definitely accomplished what he set out for.

"So here's the deal." He said, suddenly more serious. "I know you were pissed off when I brought this up last time, but I have to ask again, the reason being Kid wants me to. Would you consider joining the crew?"

"I don't–"

"Hold on, there's benefits." He sat back, pinning your middle with his weight. "First off, there's a nice top floor apartment all set up for you with a handsome roommate."

The playful smile on his lips told you it'd be this apartment with him, as expected.

"The pay is great, no more living paycheck to paycheck. There's people you can rely on, friends and crewmates...."

"Killer–"

"I can throw in a puppy too if you want, or are you a cat person?"

You laughed at his attempts to sweeten the deal. It was endearing to see him want you around so much.

"Sex whenever you want it, I'll cook for you all the time..."

"Slow down Killer." You pulled him back down and gave him a light kiss. "Why're you so stressed about it?"

It was his turn to frown. "If I tell you, I need you to try and understand this from my side."

"Okay..." His seriousness had you a little worried.

"I had my suspicions about you being the dragon the day after I first met you, when I was searching for signs of it near the park. I was sure that you and the dragon were the same person after the factory run in."

He gave you a second to let that sink in. You didn't like him at that point and he was constantly hounding you. Things were very different then.

"I didn't feel for you then like I do now and at the time, I found the best thing to do was to let Kid know about the connection. The crew came first and he had been wanting to find the dragon for a while."

"So he knows?" You whispered.

"Him, Heat, and Wire." Killer admitted. "No one else knows all the details but they know I've been involved with you."

"So this was all just to get close to me?" You were fighting back tears and failing miserably.

"No." He shook his head and swiped a thumb across your cheek to catch a few stray tears. "It was at first but that changed and I really wanted you for you and no other reason. But Kid still wants the dragon. I'd be fine letting you live your life how you want but he said if I can't get you on our side soon, he'll take over."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Killer sighed. "It means he'll get brutal. He'll find a much less pleasant way to make you agree and I don't want that."

"Can- can I have my clothes now?" Your voice shook as you tried to avoid looking at him.

You loved him and let him take your virginity. Nothing had ever made you feel so used. You still loved him despite all that, but you needed time alone to think this over and cry. There was going to be a lot of crying. Some part of you felt like everything that'd happened was just for Kid's gain and now people knew your secret, those who never should have had a clue. You never thought you'd ever let this slip and this is what you get for thinking that.

"They're soaking wet." Killer responded. That would be a no.

You squirmed under him, trying to push him off so you could leave but he wouldn't let you. Instead, he pulled you up into a tight hug, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you (Y/n)."

You let out a sob as you clung to him. That was something not even Ivankov or Delilah knew, your real name. Killer knew just about everything important about you at this point. You should have been angry at him, hated him, but you couldn't bring yourself to do either of those things. But Kid, you were furious with him.

And the anger and sadness of the situation he put you in all bubbled up as cries and hiccups. Killer was doing a job for him and now you were paying the price. Some part of the trust you built with Killer felt like it was gone but you could almost understand why he did what he did. You couldn't form any of that into words though.

Your partner kneaded your shoulder comfortingly, whispering apologies and anything else he thought might help.

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like ages but was probably all of an hour, if that. You slowly calmed down, settling into small shaky gasps and yips. Killer's chest was soaked from your tears but he didn't seem to mind, keeping a hand buried in your hair to hold you in place.

"I understand if you want to end things." Killer finally spoke up again.

His grip tightened as he said those words. It was obvious he didn't want you to leave him but that wasn't his call to make.

"I don't know what to do." You admitted through sniffles and heavy breaths. You probably looked like shit right about now.

"Well, you could tell me to go fuck off, leave town and that may keep Kid away, but someone else is always going to want the power you have. You could stay, in the city at least, and lay low. Keep wary of the crew. Or you could stay with me."

You peeked up at Killer to see him fiddling with a lock of your hair, twisting it around in his fingers as he watched you wistfully.

"If you want to do that, you'd have to join the crew but you'd have a place here, away from them whenever you need it. And while Kid may have what he wants, he won't be able to control every little thing you do. You can set boundaries with him."

You were silent as you weighed your options. All of them would lead to major changes in your life, jarring ones. Leaving the city would mean starting all over again and it was hard enough as it was to find people to count on. You couldn't do that. Laying low had already backfired. Miserably. Staying with Killer.....sounded like your best option. You knew him and were already accustomed to his presence. But did that really make it the best option?

"How much time do I have to think about it?"

"A few days. But Kid's getting impatient, the less he sees of you while you're making your decision, the better."

You nodded slowly. "I need to go see Ivankov."

"Okay." Killer released you. "I'll get your clothes in the dryer so you can do that."

He got up and pulled on a pair of jeans from his dresser, pausing to get you one of his shirts before leaving the room.

"You can wear that for now. It should cover everything."

You accepted the shirt and watched him leave. Killer was being very understanding of everything but you could tell he was tense. He was paying for his past actions, almost as much as you were. You could tell he hadn't said a single lie. All that he'd done to send this snowballing out of control he did before he had any semblance of real feelings for you. Now he'd told you the truth and was doing what he could to repair the damage. What were you supposed to do in a situation like this? Forgive him or leave?

You looked down at the shirt in your hands. It was a long sleeve button up, soft and a little worn with age but the color was still perfect. Black with white polka dots. You stood up, shrugged it on, and began buttoning it. You were just about done when Killer came back. He leaned in the doorway and watched you with a sad smile, like he was taking in the view as if he wouldn't get to see you again.

"This doesn't look like it'd fit you." You mumbled.

"Not anymore. It did a couple years ago though. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it, too many memories."

"Were they all good?"

"No, but it was my favorite shirt. A few bad memories weren't reason enough to throw it away."

"Killer?" You adjusted the shirt around you. The sleeves went well past your fingertips and the hem hit your knees. It was practically a dress on you. "Can we talk?"

"About what?"

"Tell me about you."

That surprised him. As far as he could tell, you hadn't figured out what you were going to do. For you to want to know more about him right now, that was hard for him to understand.

"You know just about everything about me." You continued. "I've never even told Ivankov or Delilah my real name. You're the only other person that knows it. I know it's stupid, it's just a name. But it's personal, it's a part of me I don't like just giving away."

"Yeah, I can do that." He answered.

The two of you moved to the living room and sat at opposite ends of the couch. Killer talked for a long time, telling you all the basic things you wanted to know and then moving on to answer every question you asked. You thought a lot as he went, each thing he said bringing you closer to the answer you needed for your current predicament. And by the time you were done and had added your now clean jeans to go with the shirt you were borrowing, you felt you knew what to do. But you had to talk with Ivankov first. They always gave good input.

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Killer took you over to the Monarch and waited outside with his bike, not wanting to intrude. You had a sneaking suspicion he was also worried about Ivankov tearing into him as well. Once they saw you, with your still slightly puffy eyes and tired look, they'd be ready to bust some ass. You didn't doubt that.

The club was just beginning to get ready for it's evening of business so you walked in to a dimly lit area with workers cleaning and prepping everything. You weaved through the people as they came and went, their focus solely on work. Ivankov had told you to come straight back to the office so that's exactly what you did. Slipping in the room and turning to close the door behind you softly.

"I was so worried when you didn't come after you finished the job Blue!" They waited for you to face them before pulling you in for a hug. Your face was squished between two voluptuous breasts.

"I uh, got caught up in some things." You pulled away so she wouldn't suffocate you.

"I can tell." She started fiddling with your face, checking out your eyes and the frown you wore. "Did you need to talk?"

"That's the question of the day." You sighed.

"Sit and tell me about it." She walked around her desk and dragged her chair over to the only other one and pat it's cushion, inviting you over.

You did as she asked, deciding to start from the beginning. You told her about what you knew from Killer and filled in your own thoughts. You were sure to let her know you didn't have any clue about any of it until this morning, after Killer had taken you home. Ivankov was smart and had no problem deducting that you and him got together. It was embarrassing when she was also able to guess that it was your first time. When you finished, you were bouncing one of your legs up and down nervously, waiting to hear her take on the situation.

"So now all the important figures in the Kid gang know all about you." She said thoughtfully.

"That sums it up." You shrugged, raising a questioning eyebrow when she went behind her desk to pick up a large, odd case and brought it around.

It started to make sense when she opened it, revealing a plethora of makeup and motioned you closer. Makeup wasn't your thing, mostly because you couldn't afford to buy any. But you'd let her have her fun with it while you were here. She held a hand under your chin carefully as she started figuring out what she wanted to do, pulling out different foundations and palettes.

"I've been meaning to tell you this for some time but I just never got around to it yet." She started on your face, eyes flicking up to yours occasionally so you knew she was paying attention. "Clients were beginning to question who the dragon was and who you were. Some were starting to draw connections."

"So you think someone was bound to find out eventually."

"It was only a matter of time my dear. Secrets this big don't stay under wraps for long. There's too many prying eyes and loose lips around this city. Close your eyes."

You did as she asked.

"Of course I've been doing what I can to keep them off your trail but I can only do so much." She said.

"I appreciate what you've done for me." You murmured, doing your best to stay still.

"It's no problem Blue. Now that all being said, maybe it's a good thing all this happened with someone you love. If he says you can count on him and his gang, I'd say that's better than trying to move on without any help at all."

Ivankov held your jaw and began working on your lips. You peeked your eyes open to see her concentrating on applying some kind of lipstick.

"Even though he lied?"

"No one said he did the right thing but love makes us all do things we normally wouldn't. But," She leaned back to admire the work she did on you. "something tells me you'd already made a choice before you even stepped in my office."

"I did." You smiled.

"Good." She held a hand mirror in front of you and you took it.

Ivankov was known for doing her makeup in bright, vibrant colors but she did yours much less flamboyantly. It looked amazing though. Her expert application hid all previous signs of you crying your eyes out and highlighted all your best features. Her touch was still apparent though. Subtle sparkles decorated your cheekbones and eyelids. The eyeliner was flattering without being overpowering or obnoxious. Your lips were painted an almost natural pink, a color you didn't even think she was capable of owning.

"Here's your payment for the job." She handed over a thick wad of cash when you were done fawning over how damn good she made you look.

"T-thanks. For all this too." You motioned to yourself and she smiled.

"You looked like you needed a little confidence booster and makeup is quite good for that. Now, go do what you need to do."

"You know I won't be working here anymore." You said, thinking she'd throw more of a fit.

"That's alright, no matter what you do I know I'll still hear from you."

Of course she would, you'd be sure of it.

"Now go and don't you dare cry again and ruin the new face."

You giggled. "Yes ma'am."

When you walked out of the building, Killer was leaned against his bike, waiting for you. He looked up, straightening out as he gave you his full attention.

"Okay." You gave him your best determined stare. "Here's how this is going to go."

(A/n)
One hella long chapter! I'm impressed with myself and I'm curious if I can keep writing more of similar length, definitely going to try~