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Each Eye (2/8)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Mob Boss!Kylo x Reader 

Word count: 9.6k Warnings: Gun violence, graphic violence, organized crime, blood, language, nsfw (explicit sexual content yeehaw baby lol)

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He woke up before you, as he always did.

Kylo tended to sleep like an octopus, all long limbs thrown about. Always a hand on you somewhere, if not completely wrapped around you. You’d be fucked if you ever woke up before him, those arms of his had a habit of tightening around you subconsciously when you tried to pull away to get up so you could use the bathroom or even just to stretch.

But he woke up before you, kissed you awake like he always did.

You smiled against his lips, let yourself be kissed sweetly.

The two of you were laying on your sides, facing one another under the covers. It was so warm, warm and safe in your grand penthouse that overlooked the city. He kissed you and you slid your arms around him, encouraging him to glue himself to you.

“Morning.” He said, that baritone pressing into your skin in a way that turned you to jelly.

You didn’t have to look at the clock to know it was exactly five a.m., the same time he woke you up every day. He didn’t like to be up by himself for too long.

“Morning.” You smiled back, easing the sleep out of your body with soft grunts as you stretched your calves and rolled your shoulders.

“Can I?” Kylo asked, and you kissed him.

“Come here.” You replied, rolling over onto your back and parting your thighs.

In the soft light of the moon, not yet dawn, you swore you saw a little smile grace his lips.

Languorously, Kylo fucked you. He always woke up hard, it was sweet how he craved you so much, even in sleep he was desperate for you. But ever the gentleman he asked, wanted to make sure you wanted it, wanted him. If you ever said no, he’d take care of himself on his own – not that you said no very often.

It was a wonderful way to wake up, and sometimes you wish he’d fuck you awake instead of just kiss you, wake you with an orgasm, but he was too polite, even after all this time.

You and Kylo had been married for three entire years, would be three years on the dot tomorrow, but you’d known him your whole life.

You’d loved him just as long.

“(Y/N)…” He said your name over and over again, like it was a prayer dripping from his lips, like he wasn’t sure if this was real or just another one of his dreams. He’s generally quiet when he fucks you like this, when you let him be on top, when you let him have some semblance of control.

You’re always the one in charge, despite what people think, but it’s nice to let him do what he wants sometimes. You’ll drag moans out of him later, when you know he’ll need it.

You moaned and clutched at his back, kissed and sucked marks onto his neck as that cock of his worked into you. It was real, you wanted him to know it was real. You let your nails dig into the meat of his shoulder, the slight sting of it enough to ground him.

It wasn’t fast or rough, not this early, but it was more than enough to make your toes curl and your eyes clamp shut, the sound of his heavy breathing and the feeling of him atop you so fully making you feel so completely surrounded and overwhelmed.

“Kylo, I’m gonna – ” You started and he nodded, cut you off with a kiss.

“Go ahead, I’m right – I’m right there.” He drooled into your mouth just a little, and if you didn’t love him so much you’d probably think it was gross, but very little about Kylo grossed you out, not really.

You came at the same time, his hips coming to a stop and he grunted as he shot his load deep inside you. You’d been trying, finally decided to start trying, and Kylo was hooked on the idea of it, so he kept himself buried inside you even as he started kissing the sweat from your face. You shifted your hips a little to get more comfortable, and he moved with you.

The light of pre-dawn started to filter through the blue of night, and you pet back his hair behind his ears as he kept kissing your skin.

“Busy day today?” You asked, not wanting to rush him, just wanting to know what was on the agenda for the day.

Saturdays were usually packed with visits to family and friends alike, Kylo had no real concept of weekend rest. The rest of the family kept the Sabbath, so no one was out and about, meaning if anything wanted to get done, Kylo had to do it. Sometimes you wished he would just relax with you for a little bit, but he gets antsy if he’s not doing something for too long.

Always has to be doing something, your man.

He did all his own scheduling, unlike some of the other families who had a right-hand or a secretary do it for them. Kylo loved and trusted his people, but like everything else, he was very much of the belief that if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.

You had your calendars on your phone synched up, but it didn’t really matter because you weren’t ever away from him long enough to need to check.

“Yeah.” He said with a content sigh, finally pulling out of you with a bit of a wince from the oversensitivity. You knew if he could get away with staying inside you forever, he would.  “I want to go visit everyone. And visit Midtown.”

A busy day indeed then, you thought.

“You think it’s a good idea going down there before talking to Rey?” You asked, kissed and nipped at the strong muscle of his shoulder.

“If she’s doing her job, she’ll already be down there and we can talk to her then.” He rolled his eyes, making you grin and bite a little harder at his sass.

Kylo liked to be hands-on, never some mysterious man in the shadows. He wanted the people who liked him to know who they liked, and the people who hated him to know who they hated.

Not a lot of people hated Kylo, but enough.  

“Should I start breakfast?” You asked, but he frowned and buried his face in your neck, licked his tongue along your pulse, always so clingy.

Your arms held him tight, and he sighed again, but this time with contentment.

“Mmm, just stay here with me for a little bit first?” His muffled words tingled your neck, making you smile.

Getting Kylo out of bed was a lot harder than it really needed to be. He was incredibly difficult to get into bed, but once he was in he never wanted to leave. He once kept you in bed for three days straight, had Six bring up food and drink for you. You only ever took breaks to use the bathroom before it was right back to rolling around in the sheets.

It wasn’t always sex, either. Most of the time he liked just being close to you, collecting you against his chest as you watched a movie or whatever you had put on the Netflix list. Sometimes the two of you sat up in bed and played cards, sometimes you just talked, sometimes you wrestled.

He always let you win, bless him.

“Can we at least go to the bathroom first?” You asked, your bladder finally catching up to the rest of you.

“If we have to.” Kylo groaned, ever the one for dramatics, and you laughed as the sun started peeking its way over the skyline.

“We do.” You nudged him, laughed as he let himself turn into dead weight as you struggled to push him off the mattress.

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An hour later you finally convinced him to get out of bed for the day. As much as you loved your bedroom, your favorite spot in the house was downstairs, was the outrageously large living room. With windows spanning the entire wall, you had a perfect view of the Chrysler building as you ate your breakfast, surrounded by the soft muted greys of the furnishings.

Breakfast was eaten on the couch, the dishes left in the sink of the kitchen to be dealt with later. Against Kylo’s insistence, you did the dishes as opposed to the cleaning crew that came in every week. You figured they had enough to do with the five thousand square-foot two-story apartment as it was, plus sometimes it was fun to pretend you were a normal housewife.

You were anything but, but it was fun to pretend every once in a while.

Kylo drank an entire pot of coffee all on his own, black and bitter. You had a cup or two yourself, mostly cream and sugar, and you each made fun of each other’s preferences in that way that only you could.

The shower was quick and efficient, Kylo hated showering in the morning, preferred to do it at night to unwind. You showered together, because of course you did, you did everything together.

“Which black suit are we wearing today?” You asked with a teasing hum once you both had dried off and were standing in his closet.

You were already dressed, already knew what you wanted to wear. A simple navy velvet number, one that’d look good with your hair and coloring. You wished more people wore navy, it was such a flattering shade of blue.

Kylo ought to wear navy every once in a while, you thought with a big grin that he caught and rolled his eyes.  

“Keep teasing me and I’m not taking you to Paris.” He grumbled. Looked like he was still waiting for the coffee to kick in, such a grump. You loved him.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You scoffed, reaching into one of the drawers and pulling out a nice set of cufflinks to fasten to his button down.

They were a pair you had bought him for your one year anniversary, beautiful garnet ovals that were his exact favorite shade of red.

“Try me.” He swooped down for a kiss as you fixed his cuffs and straightened his tie, matching red satin.

“You’re feisty today.” You tugged on his tie with a great big smile, and you swore you saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“Can’t help it, you’ve rubbed off on me these three years.” He was always so reserved, everything he said was always so quiet, even when it was playful or humorous. It was one of the things you had grown to appreciate the most about him, the way his eyes sparkled with mirth whenever he was in a good mood.

“Only the three?” You playfully frowned, and he kissed it off your lips, making you laugh.

“Let’s go you terror, before I throw you back in bed.” He said with a pinch to your ass, making you swat his arm.

He caught it and wrapped it around him, the two of you leaving the penthouse side by side.

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Since it was Saturday and no one in your family was working, Kylo got to drive.

Owning too many cars didn’t make sense, living in the city and all. It was far easier to be driven, but Dopheld and Thanisson were being good Jewish boys and spending the day with their mothers, so Kylo got to be the one to weave in and out of traffic.  

He drove with his hand on your thigh, only taking it off to give assholes on the road the middle finger.

The first stop on the list was the deli, Katz’s in the Lower East Side.

It was a historic building, always busy, and today was no exception. In fact, because it was Saturday morning, it was probably even more busy than usual, so you and Kylo made your way through the back entrance, not wanting to draw too much attention walking in the front.

“Kylo! (Y/N)! My god, what a pleasant surprise!” Richard Cohen, the current owner of the delicatessen spotted you happily as you closed the door behind you.

“Hi Mr. Cohen, how are you today?” You grinned, leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Terrific, absolutely terrific I gotta admit. All thanks to you two no less.” Richard had always been a very upbeat guy, it tended to make you chuckle to yourself seeing stoic Kylo next to such an energetic and all over the place kind of guy. “Did you happen to get the gift I sent you?”

“We did, it was very kind, thank you.” Kylo nodded.

Gifts had been getting delivered to the apartment for the past week, all from various people who wanted to stay in Kylo’s good graces, and genuinely send congratulations to the two of you.

Richard had sent gorgeous bouquets of flowers, a dozen of them, populated with all of your favorite kinds of florals. Kylo had sat back while you instructed the delivery men to place all the giant bouquets around, and you smiled at the flowers every chance you got.

“Well a little birdie told me that it was a certain someone’s anniversary soon so I couldn’t not send something.” Richard winked, making you grin.

“Mr. Cohen you are positively the sweetest.” You raised an eyebrow, “How’d you know?”

“A butcher knows everything, Mrs. Ren.” Richard said.

“If that’s so then why don’t you come work for us?” Kylo joked, earning him a pleased squeeze of the hand from you.

“If I weren’t an old man, you bet I would.” Richard said with such conviction that you both believed him.

“Have there been any problems, any at all?” Kylo asked sincerely, not unkindly.

“No Mr. Ren! Believe me, I wouldn’t keep something like that from you.” Richard said, shaking his head vehemently. “No, thanks to you we’ve not been having any issues whatsoever.”

“Alright, but you’ll let me know?” Kylo insisted, and Richard nodded.

“Of course I will – here have a bite to eat, hm?” He offered, walking towards the kitchen.

“Mr. Cohen I’m sorry but we’ve already eaten.” You explained, making Richard pause.

“Take some to go for lunch then.” He said with a big smile, and you graciously accepted the sub sandwiches he wrapped in paper for you.

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The two of you were just leaving out the back way that you came, when a car pulled up right in the alleyway.

Kylo had a fantastic poker face, but you could feel him tense up as he stood in front of you, hand twitching to reach into his suit jacket and pull out his gun. You had throwing knives in the heel of your shoes, should you need to be quicker than Kylo – but Kylo was pretty quick, so you just froze too as the window of the car rolled down, revealing a very impassive Jabba the Hutt.

“That was some fucking stunt you pulled with Rotta.” The old man said, puffing on a cigar.

Kylo didn’t relax entirely, but he knew he could handle Jabba, knew he wouldn’t shoot Kylo in broad daylight. As Jabba always liked to say, things ain’t what they used to be.

“Is he dead?” Kylo asked, not bothering too much to put any amount of care in his voice.

“You better wish he were dead, because if he ain’t he’s coming for you.” Jabba said, and the two of them had a stare-down for a moment.

Kylo was the expert in patience, and he always won.

He was still staring with a cool poker face, when Jabba broke out into a big wet laugh.

“Yeah I doubt that.” Kylo muttered, mostly so only you could hear, before raising his voice and asking, “Where the fuck were you yesterday?”

“I had some business to attend to.” Jabba shrugged, blowing smoke.

“Business? Jabba it’s the one night a year there ain’t supposed to be any business.” Kylo scoffed with a frown.

“Yeah? So what. There was business.” Jabba dismissed him, which you didn’t like.

You didn’t like it one bit.

“Even Hux showed up.” You said from behind Kylo, making Jabba’s eyebrows raise.

“That slimy sycophant?” He hummed, now starting to regret not showing up. “He tell you he wanted Hell’s Kitchen?”

“You’d know if you showed up.” You shrugged, making him grit his teeth. You could tell by the way his jaw moved.

“Look. About Rotta, I’m sorry, I don’t know where the fuck he gets that behavior of his from.” Jabba sighed, and Kylo’s hand tensed in yours.

“If you’re looking for an apology – ” Kylo started, only for Jabba to wave his hand.

“I’m not, you did the right thing, I don’t blame you.” Jabba said. “If some piece of shit kid said somethin’ about my wife I woulda blown his guts all over the wall. You were too nice to him.”

“He gonna live?” Kylo asked. He had purposefully shot the kid in places he knew he’d recover from, no vital organs or anything like that. Maybe he’d need a new kidney, who knew.

Kylo knew, and you knew, and Jabba knew.

“Yeah, he’ll be okay. Got the best surgeons lookin’ after him.” He said.

“Pity.” Kylo replied.

After a tense moment, Jabba burst out into the obnoxious laughter again, and the window rolled up, and he drove away.

You and Kylo stood there, watching the car disappear into traffic before he held the door open for you to climb into his jaguar, the two of you heading the opposite direction.

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The drive to midtown didn’t take too long, twenty minutes because of traffic. The two of you soon found yourselves on the front stoop of Rey’s gorgeous three floor town-home.

Rey yanked the door open and was scowling at her brother from across the threshold before Kylo could even bother to ring the doorbell.

“Rey.” Kylo greeted his sister, pushing his way in the door.

“What are you doing here?” She asked with a groan, clearly just having gotten out of bed.

She was wrapped in a white fluffy robe and was still clad in her slippers, her hair all mussed from sleep.

You kissed her cheek in greeting and she closed the door behind you, locked all five bolts and retreated into the kitchen where Kylo had made himself comfortable, leaning against the counter with his hands in his pockets.

You always wondered how those big hands of his fit into pockets, pockets weren’t made big enough for them, for those baseball mitts of his.

“Smelling the roses, what the fuck do you think I’m doing here?” Kylo snapped.

Rey sighed and poured herself a big mug of coffee, even though it was already after eleven o’clock in the morning.

“Kylo I don’t have time to talk to you today.” Rey said, checking the calendar that hung up on the side of one of the cabinets. “It’s Saturday, you shouldn’t be working anyway.”

“You’re my last stop of the day.” Kylo lied, making you chuckle.

“Oh hello.” A familiar voice sounded from the stairs.

“Gwen!” You smiled, “What a surprise.”

Gwen was in a tank top and shorts, her muscles on full display. You couldn’t help but mentally give yourself a high-five for being right, about the two of them, about their chemistry at dinner last night. You would have bet money that they would have gone home together, just by the very way they sat leaning in towards one another all evening.

“Is it?” Gwen asked, a teasing eyebrow raised.

“No.” You laughed as she swatted your arm playfully.

Rey was mortified, absolutely mortified, her face gone a dark red.

“Can you please leave now?” She asked as Kylo poured himself a mug of his own from the French press Rey had brewed up.

You put a gentle hand on his wrist, a signal that that was the last one for today. He nodded minutely, and you smiled.

“No, since I’ve got you both here, we need to figure out what the fuck is going on with Hell’s Kitchen and Midtown in general.” Kylo said, practically grumbled.

“(Y/N) control your husband.” Rey turned to you, but you just waved her off.

“Oh let him get it out. The sooner you listen to him, the sooner he’ll leave you alone.” You said, and Kylo nodded.

“Why’d you give me the fucking thing if you were just going to micromanage it anyway?” Rey snatched the French press from his hands and set it down on the marble counter top.

“To get you out of my hair and give you something to do, to be honest.” Kylo said making Rey roll her eyes, “But looks like that fucking backfired on me, because I got this yesterday morning.”

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his voice mails until he found the one he was looking for, put it on speaker and tossed the phone onto the counter as it played:

“Hey uh, Mr. Ren? It’s Lenny. I know I’m supposed to talk directly with your sister, but no one can get a hold of her? Anyway, I figured I’d call you because we’ve been gettin’ some trouble around here – robberies – and no one really seems to be doin’ anything about it? Not for nothin’, and I mean no disrespect sir, but we don’t pay you for you to not do anything, you know? Anyway, please call me back or send someone down, I’d appreciate it. Once again, this is Lenny, from Hell’s Kitchen.”

“So.” Kylo said, expectantly, his hand on your hip.

“I don’t know who Lenny is.” Rey shrugged.

“Lenny Leibowitz?” Kylo stared at her like he was getting ready to strangle her. You gently took the coffee cup from him and sipped it instead as Kylo tried jogging his sister’s memory, “He runs the fucking bodega, where half the coke in midtown is stored? If people are robbing him, then they might find it and then we’d be in big fuckin’ trouble, wouldn’t we?”

“Oh.” Realization dawned on Rey finally, and she winced when she figured it out. “Well do we know who’s robbing him?”

“No but I’m about to go down there and find out, because if there’s one thing we do, it’s fix problems that shouldn’t be caused in the first fucking place.” Kylo said, picking his phone up off the counter and shoving it in his pocket.

“Okay, you go and tell me what’s what.” Rey said, and even Gwen raised her eyebrows at that.

“Rey, come on.” She said gently.

“Jesus, you think you can fuck the brat out of her?” Kylo said to Gwen, who licked her teeth in a silent laugh.

“Kylo!” Rey’s face burned, but no one gave a shit.

“Come on, (Y/N), let’s go.” Kylo said, having done all the embarrassment he wanted to accomplish for the day. You waved a little goodbye to the women as the two of you left the townhome.

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The bodega wasn’t far away at all, so the two of you decided to leave the car parked outside Rey’s house and instead of driving, you walked.

You liked holding Kylo’s hand like this, liked how your footsteps lined up with one another. Left foot right foot, left again. The weather was cool but not too cold yet, it was still too early in September for it to be too cold. You admired the way the leaves had begun to change, started to grow excited for the season to be in full swing. Kylo was deep in thought, his grip on your hand tight.

You sometimes wondered what went on inside his head, but you knew him well enough to know.

“I like Lenny.” You said, wanting to break the companionable silence.

“He’s real nice.” Kylo agreed, smoked the cigarette that he lit when the two of you started your short walk.

“Hey, look at me?” You asked, squeezing his hand in the way that tells him you’re worried. He met your eyes right away, and you gave him a little smile, saw the ghost of a dimple make an appearance. “This is our last stop, right?”

“Hopefully.” He replied, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.

You knew that meant probably not, and you chewed your lip.

“When we get home, suits off, guns away, just be with me. Okay?” You asked, and he nodded, tension sliding from his shoulders.

“Okay.” He agreed.

You brought his hand to your lips and gave his scarred knuckles a soft kiss.

“Promise?” You asked, knowing he’d never break a promise.

“I promise honey.” He said, as the two of you arrived at the bodega.

 The bodega was a small unassuming little thing. Sat right on the corner, its windows were filled to the brim with signs and posters for upcoming events around the neighborhood. People passed it by and went in all day, some stopping for a cool drink and sandwich, others stocking up with groceries for the week. It was a tiny crammed store that did very very good business, which is why in the basement there were crates and crates of stolen goods and weapons under the floorboards where no one would ever suspect.

Lenny Leibowitz was a young guy, just about Kylo’s age. He had recently inherited the bodega from his father who passed last year, who had worked with the Organa family for as long as he had lived in New York. Lenny knew things, knew how things worked and was always gracious, always more than happy to comply with Kylo’s way of business.

“Mr. Ren! Thank you so much for coming, I’m so sorry to have bothered you with this.” Lenny said when the little door bell to the store rang as Kylo held the door open for you.

Lenny came around the counter to shake Kylo’s hand.

“Please, Mr. Leibowitz, I can’t express how sorry I am to have put you in this position.” Kylo said truthfully. He hated when this sort of thing happened, it reminded him of his father’s shitty business.

“Oh, it ain’t your fault, I know that. I was just a little frustrated when I called, that’s on me. I shoulda listened to my wife and cooled down before calling.” Lenny chuckled nervously.

“Wives know best, don’t they, Mr. Leibowitz?” You asked playfully, making Lenny laugh.

Kylo liked how you always put everyone at ease, his hand warm as it splayed across the small of your back.

“(Y/N)! I have something for you.” Lenny snapped his fingers as he remembered something. “Well, you and Kylo really. I know the anniversary is comin’ up soon.”

Lenny left to go to the back of the bodega, and you and Kylo just exchanged glances. He was such a fun little man, you thought.

He came back with a large bottle of very nice champagne that was wrapped with a red ribbon, and presented it to you. You took it graciously, and tucked it into the crook of your arm.

“Thank you so much, but first we’d like to talk about the robberies, if that’s alright?” You smiled patiently, Lenny remembering why you were there in the first place.

“Of course! Of course, it’s more than alright. Do you want to come see?” He asked, beckoning you back towards the back of the store where it looked like someone had knocked a ton of shit over.

“You didn’t call the cops or anything, did you?” Kylo asked, and Lenny gasped.

“The cops?” He frowned, scandalized that Kylo would even ask, “Of course not, I don’t got any use for those pigs. Besides, I don’t think they’d be happy to see this…” Lenny opened up a trap door that was hidden underneath a long mat in front of the coolers.

Inside was a view of the basement, and even from a cursory glance Kylo could tell no one had gone down there and fucked with anything.

“So they didn’t take any of it?” Kylo asked, just to be sure.

“No, only the cash from the register and some merchandise from the shelves.” Lenny gestured to the fucked up displays. “You want to take a look at the camera footage?”

Kylo nodded, reached out and grabbed a bag of chips.

“Pull it up. We’ll replace the cash, and pay for the lost goods, and give you some extra for your trouble.” He said to make up for the whole thing.

Lenny shifted his feet, averted his eyes nervously.

“Thank you Mr. Ren. The thing is, and please don’t get mad, but well…they took your monthly payment. I keep it in the register, you know? So it ain’t suspicious.” Lenny looked like he was bracing to be punched, poor thing, and if it hadn’t been his own fault, Kylo probably would have.

But, considering that he had dropped his end of the bargain by virtue of Rey not doing her fucking job, he took full responsibility for this whole fucking mishap.

“Don’t worry about it, and don’t worry about paying next month either. This never should have happened on our watch, and you were right in your message; you don’t pay us for nothing.” Kylo said, pursed his lips in that way of his where he’s trying not to scowl.

He’d really bitch at Rey about this later.

“Thank you Kylo, I really appreciate it. Hux woulda had my head for this.” Lenny sighed, making you perk up.

“Hux been bothering you?” You asked carefully, keeping your voice even.

You kept your eyes on the screen, and finally there were the guys who had robbed Lenny – big guys in ski-masks, like this was the fucking 1980s or something.

“He came around a week ago when there was a lot of shit going on, made some vague threats.” Lenny nodded, the three of you walking away from the trap door and towards the register where Kylo unrolled some bills to pay for the chips.

“What kind of threats?” You asked, making Lenny shrug.

“Oh I didn’t put any stock in any of it, just that I ‘might not be ownin’ the corner store soon, if he has his way.’ That sorta thing.”

You and Kylo didn’t have to look at each other to know that he was obviously behind this. But just to be sure,

“When did he come around?” Kylo asked, tone light.

“Wednesday?” Lenny thought out loud, “Yeah Wednesday around noon.”

“And when was the break-in?” You asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the small cooler right by the register.

Kylo dropped a couple more bills on the counter.

“Yesterday morning.” Lenny confirmed. He must’ve called right after it happened, you thought.

“Jesus, I’m sorry Lenny.” You said, “We’re gonna ask around, see if we can’t figure out who they were workin’ for.”

“You count up how much you’ll need and send me the number, I’ll get you the cash right away, send one of my boys to deliver it tomorrow first thing.” Kylo said, arm around you.

Lenny was still giving his thanks as the little bell dinged, the door closing behind you.

 Just as you were about to make the short walk back to where you’d left the car, you spotted the man who matched the exact same build as the one on the security camera footage.

“Hey!” You shouted, voice commanding as it echoed down the alleyway across the street.

Without thinking, you sprinted, ran straight through traffic as cars honked and people hollered at you. Kylo was close behind, always close behind you. He stepped in front of you and shot the sonofabitch in the leg, sending him to the ground with a strangled scream. You were glad Kylo brought the silencer along with him today, glad for the horns of traffic to mask the sounds.

“Oh fuck!” The guy shouted, cried and cried and shouted some more as blood oozed from his calf, turning his jeans a dark ruddy brown.

Kylo looked both ways before kicking the nearest door down – thankfully one of the hidey holes you knew about – and dragged the guy in.

You quickly turned on the lights and locked the door as Kylo tossed the guy into the center of the room.

“Do you know who I am?” Kylo asked, crouched down to meet the guy’s eyeline.

You didn’t know why he bothered sometimes, no one ever was going to give him a straight answer, not in these sort of conditions.

Kylo didn’t care.

“No.” The guy gasped out, clutching at his leg.

The day had really taken a turn, you thought as you circled the guy, leaned against the desk just behind him.

Kylo looked up at you briefly, saw you twitch your left eyebrow.

Lying.

“Don’t waste my time any more than you already have. I don’t like to repeat myself.” Kylo said evenly, as the guy started going into shock.

“We ain’t gonna hurt you if you just tell us the truth.” You offered from your spot on the desk, not wanting to get blood on your new shoes.

“Christ, there’s a fucking bullet in my leg – bit late for that.” The guy said.

You frowned, he had an accent, an English accent.

What was Hux doing with English guys?

“Do you know who I am?” Kylo asked, starting to lose his patience.

He stood up and planted his shiny dress shoe right over the bullet wound in the schmuck’s leg.

He screamed out in pain, and Kylo only pressed down harder, harder and harder the longer the guy stayed silent.

“Kylo Ren! Fuck, you’re Kylo fucking Ren.” He sobbed, shouted out loud.

Good thing the room was soundproofed, you thought.

“You know who you robbed?” Kylo asked, chillingly calm.

“Huh? I didn’t rob nobody!” The man shouted, blood starting to drip all over the floor.

Kylo didn’t need to look at you to know that that one was a lie.

“Let me jog your memory.” He offered, cocking the gun.

“Fuck okay! Okay! It was the corner store, we were told – ”

“Who’s ‘we’ and told by who?” Kylo demanded, voice stern.

“I don’t know! I don’t know who told us to! I swear.” The man sobbed, but you knew better.

Lying.

“That’s bullshit.” Kylo glanced at you and shook his head at the guy, stomped hard enough on his leg for the bone to crack.

Kylo took a deep breath as he gave the guy some time to scream.

He looked at you and you shrugged, trying to convey something close to this fuckin’ guy, amirite?

“Okay okay okay – ” The man collected himself, snot and tears dripping from his face. “Okay! It was me and my buddies, we got cornered on the street by a man in a black car, he asked if we wanted to make a quick buck. It was too dark, we couldn’t see – ”

“Who?” Kylo asked, making the guy go frantic.

“I don’t know!” He shouted, cried, blood all over the place.

“Did he have an accent?” You asked from your spot on the desk.

“I don’t remember!” The man was coughing now, hacking. You thought it was a little dramatic, but you believed him.

Truth.

“What’d they tell you to steal?” Kylo asked, and this he did seem to know, practically tripped over himself to answer this one.

“That’s the thing, they didn’t tell us to steal anything specific, just whatever we wanted.” He coughed, “Never been paid to just rob someone like that before, please don’t kill me, please.”

“I’m not going to kill you.” Kylo lied, making you smile just a little. “Where and when were you cornered?”

“Down by the east river, on Monday.” The man said, making you frown.

Hux wouldn’t have been down by the East River, not Monday. You knew this, because all day Monday he was in Washington D.C., having meetings with some senators he knew. Which begged the question, if it wasn’t Hux, who was it?

Kylo thought the same thing, and for a moment the two of you paid no attention to the man writhing on the ground in between you. You wracked your brain, tried to think – out of everyone, all the families, who would want to hire some no-name guy to rob Lenny? It was clearly just to send a message, but in that moment, you couldn’t figure out who wanted to send it.

“And you’re sure you didn’t see who?” You asked, making the guy nod frantically.

“I’m sure! I swear.” The guy begged, and Kylo looked up at you.

After a moment, you twitched your right eyebrow from your spot on the desk.

Truth.

“Then you’re of no use to me.” Kylo sighed, pulled his trigger and silenced the man’s screaming for good.

You checked Kylo for blood, thankfully found that he had managed to stay clean this time, just some red staining the bottom of his shoes where he had stepped on the man’s leg. You both looked at him and you tsked just a little. You’d call the clean-up guys later.

For now, you needed to think, except you didn’t want to do it here.

“Can we go home?” You asked, and he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m going to drop you off.” He said, making you whine.

“Kylo, you promised.” You reminded him, but he shook his head.

“I know honey, I know. But I need to talk to some people.” You could see the wheels turning in his head, could see him looking through years and years of business deals, trying to figure out who he had pissed off this time.

“Let me come with you then.” You tried, but he shook his head.

“No, this is gonna get ugly.” He was resolute, and you sighed.

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The walk back to Rey’s was quiet, and the drive back was even quieter. You weren’t upset, not at Kylo. You just didn’t like being left out.

You didn’t like how he got when you weren’t there.

He was always slightly less controlled, more anxious. More prone to do something stupid.

The hand on your thigh was warm the whole way home, and when he pulled up in front of the apartment entrance, you held it in your hand.

“Bring me back something?” You asked, puckering your lips for a kiss.

“Always do.” Kylo replied, because he was good, and he did. He leaned in to kiss you sweetly once, twice, three times, finally getting you to smile.

“I’ll have dinner waiting for you when you come home, okay?” You squeezed his hand, and he nodded.

He got out of the car and opened the door for you, waited until the doorman opened the lobby doors for you and you were safely inside before he drove away.

 The apartment was big and empty, just like it always was when he wasn’t home.

You changed into comfortable clothes, lounge pants and a sweatshirt, feet in Kylo’s favorite pair of slippers. You loved how cozy they were, so you stole them constantly when you could get away with it.

You started dinner right away, figured that would give you something to do and something to keep your hands busy so you weren’t just sitting around waiting for him.

You’d sit around and wait for him though, if you had to. As long as he came back to you, you’d wait as long as you needed.

Instead though, you asked your Alexa to play some music, let it waft through the Bluetooth speakers all around the house. It made it less lonely that way. You wondered where Kylo was going, who he was meeting with. He’d tell you when he came back, you knew that, but the way he had left in such a hurry had you worried. You wondered what he was going to bring back for you.

He always brought back a little prize, a token, if you will. There was an entire shelf in the office dedicated to all Kylo’s kills, bits and bobs he had stolen from the scene, things immediately recognizable and yet completely ordinary at the same time.

You thought about it as you surveyed the fridge. You’d been planning on cooking him a nice big dinner tomorrow for the anniversary, but you figured now was as good a time as any. He’d need it now.

Lobster wasn’t terribly difficult to cook, neither was shrimp. The recipe also didn’t exactly take a long time either, so you focused on making a perfect risotto, which did take a lot of time and finessing to get just right.

You also started dicing vegetables for a soup to serve with dinner, taking your time to wash, peel, dice and slice everything into perfectly even sizes, perfect little bites. Kylo hated irregularity like that, hated sloppiness.

You did too, so you took your time.

You had just gotten over the sting of dicing onions where there was a soft thud at the door.

You froze, checked the clock. It was too soon for Kylo to be back, it had only been an hour since you started prepping dinner. He was never back that soon, and you didn’t call for anyone, so you held your breath as you creeped towards the door, chef’s knife in hand.

You tip-toed, didn’t make a fucking sound, mind racing.

This is the exact sort of reason why Kylo didn’t like you being far away from him, the exact reason you didn’t like being far away from him.

You covered your mouth so whoever was on the other side of the door couldn’t hear, and looked up at the peep hole…sighing with relief when the man on the other side turned out to be one of your own.

Six, one of the older members of the KoR was keeping watch, likely was sent by Kylo, and you chuckled to yourself at your reaction to the whole thing.

You undid all seven locks, peeked your head through the door.

“Good evening Mrs. Ren.” Six gave you a gold-toothed smile, and you smiled back.

You spent more time with Knuckles and Slip, but Six was always kind and respectful towards you. You liked him very much, and felt sorry for thinking about stabbing him to death in the moment.

“You scared me Six.” You laughed softly, held up the big knife that you’d been using to chop onions.

“Did I?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You were notoriously hard to scare.

“No, not really.” You admitted, having been more annoyed than anything. You frowned suddenly, realizing the time “Wait here?”

“Of course.” Six replied, with you thought was funny, because really, where would he go?

You went inside and quickly brewed up a cup of tea, grabbed a few cookies and put them on a small plate for him. You added milk and honey and sugar to the tea, even put it in one of the bigger mugs, and returned to the front door.

“Here.” You held out the mug and small plate with a smile. You figured if he was supposed to be here for any amount of time standing outside your door, the absolute least you could do was make him as comfortable as he could be.

“I can’t accept this, (Y/N).” Six said at first, ever the gentleman, not wanting to piss Kylo off inadvertently somehow.

“Yes you can.” You winked, nudged the mug into his hand.

He gratefully accepted it, sipped the tea and sighed happily.

“Thank you ma’am.” He replied, and you could tell he was grateful.

“Do you know when he’ll be back?” You asked, hoping that Kylo had maybe given Six a time-frame of sorts.

But Six just shook his head, and your hopes fell just a little.

“I’m supposed to be here all night.” He explained, and you nodded.

“Are you sure you won’t come in and keep me company? I don’t want you to be bored.” You offered, knowing that was absolutely against the rules, but wanting to ask anyway. It only seemed like the polite thing to do.

“I’ve got my book, I’ll be alright.” Six declined respectfully, like he should, and you nodded.

“Let me know when you’d like more.” You said, pointing to the mug.

“Good night Mrs Ren.” Six replied, and you smiled, returning inside and locking the door behind you.

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You finished dinner and ate it, sat at the long long dining table alone. You kept your gaze cast out the window, watched and waited for Kylo’s car to pull up.

When it finally did, some hours later, you rushed into action.

You’re used to it by now, the sight of him covered in blood.

He’s careful, always so careful, to not let any drip onto the floors, onto the carpeting. He hates seeing the stains, hates having to hire cleaners to get them out. But he’s dripping now, too out of it to really know what he’s doing, body on autopilot as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“Clothes off honey.” You motioned for him to step near you, onto the protective plastic sheet you liked to put down when he’s like this.

You’re already there, sitting on the counter of the lavish master bath waiting for him. You’ve got the first-aid kit by your side on the large marble countertop, bandages and things for stitches and all sorts of anti-bacterials and anti-septics and anti-who-knows-what-else.

Well, you know.

You’re used to it.  

“Help?” He asked, only able to do so much in his current state.

You nod right away, help peel him out of the suit he had picked out today, a day that felt a lifetime ago. It’s Armani this one, vintage. You bought it for him for his thirty-fifth birthday last year, got it specially tailored to fit his wide shoulders. You inspected it for bullet holes or stab wounds, and were so relieved to find none.

Once he was down to his white tank top and boxers in front of you, you brought your hands to cup his face ever so gently.

“Show me?” You kiss his lips just the tiniest bit, voice soft.

You made sure to be soft, gentle with him when he came back to you like this. He needed that, that calm. There was always so much yelling and chaos whenever Kylo had to take care of someone, so much screaming. You’d seen it yourself on the occasions where he’d brought you with him. Never from him of course; he had always been unusually quiet, Snoke had always said so.

Snoke was gone, but that didn’t matter.

What mattered was Kylo was there with you now, stepping even closer between your legs, blood dripping onto your thigh.

“Just here,” He lifted his hands up, showing you his busted knuckles.

Someone else’s this time, thank god, you thought looking up at his blood-splattered face.

“Rinse and spit.” You hand him a glass of mouthwash, knowing he’s got blood staining his teeth and wanting it out of his mouth.

He did as he was told, as you told him to.

Kylo was definitely a puncher, you thought with a smile as you carefully picked up the warm wash-cloth from a bowl of soapy water and wiped him down, first tending to his face to just get the shit off of him. He’d need a proper shower to get the blood out of his hair, it was sticking and making those beautiful raven locks of his go piecey, but you just wanted him to be able to look normal first.

“Did you have fun?” You asked, your way of asking if the job was a success.

He nodded, and you smiled again, wringing out the washcloth and getting the last of the blood off his face.

“Good, I’ve made your favorite dinner.” You said, tucking some of the sticky hair away from his face. “It’s waiting for you downstairs after we have a shower.”

“Thanks honey, I’m starving.” He said, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. The thought of dinner alone made his stomach growl loudly, and that was the first time you saw him crack a real smile all day.

“Remember when you used to do this alone?” You asked, finally addressing his knuckles.  

They really weren’t as bad as they normally are when he comes home to you like this, tonight they’re only split open, but not down to the bone or anything. He must have just shot the guy more than necessary to get the kind of spattering that he had.

“Yeah it’s why I’ve got this fucking scar, botched stitches job.” He quirked another smile – two in one night, what a rarity!

“Mhm, and now you’ve got me to make them nice and even for you.” You grinned up at him, dabbing the knuckles with alcohol and ointment to make sure they don’t get infected. Kylo didn’t even flinch when you wrapped them up in the bandages, either too numb or too used to it, you couldn’t tell.

“You make everything better.” He said, ducking his head to kiss you.

You kissed him back, let him crowd against you, hands roaming your back, holding you so close. Your hands went to his hair instinctively, forgetting for half a moment that it was still sticky with blood. You didn’t mind so much, now that you were sure it wasn’t coming from anywhere on him.

Kylo kissed and kissed you, starving yes, but for you, for your touch. He made soft sounds in the back of his throat, either a whine or a grunt you weren’t sure. He stole your breath away, noses bumping together as the kiss deepened and he held you just tight enough to make you gasp a little into his mouth.

When he had his fill – for now anyway – he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

“I don’t like staying here while you go out.” You said softly, toying with the silver star that sat right in the pit of his throat.

“I know.” He said back, leaning in to kiss you softly once more before stepping back and turning the shower on, letting the water heat up.

The two of you stepped under the spray and the water ran rusty red as he ducked his head, as you scrubbed shampoo that foamed up pink in your hands.

“It was very mean of you to leave me all alone.” You said as he rinsed, his hands on your slippery body, wanting to touch you, needing to be close to you.

“You weren’t alone, I had Six stand outside and keep watch.” Kylo offered, and you hummed.

“You know that’s not what I mean.” You said, and Kylo licked his lips, swallowed.

“You gonna punish me?” He asked.

He was hopeful.

You smiled.

“Yeah, once I get you cleaned up.” You said, and you loved the way blush blossomed on his chest, loved the way his cock twitched for you.

 You didn’t bother getting dressed, not yet. Not when you knew you were going to make him slick with sweat, not when you were probably going to need another shower at the end of all of it.

He was standing straight, shoulders square, perfect for you. He wanted to be perfect for you, wanted to give you everything.

“I shouldn’t let you fuck me at all.” You said lightly, brushing your hands over his chest, your thumb catching his tiny nipples, pecs so strong and defined you could squeeze them. You did.

“Please – ”

“Shh, shh it’s okay honey.” You cup his cheek, kiss him sweetly. “None of that yet.”

You’d make him beg for you, in due time.

“Suck.” You held your fingers up to his mouth, and he obliges, wraps his tongue around your digits, kisses and sucks and wets them until they’re sticky and glistening.

You crawled on the bed, Kylo’s eyes glued to you, his cock heavy and thick between his legs, tip so red that you knew he was going to start leaking soon, dripping all over himself.

Good, you thought, and you settled on your back, propped your hips up and spread your legs so he could see your cunt from where he stood, see how wet it was, drooling for him.

“You wanna know what happens when you leave me here?” You asked, and you close your eyes, knows he’s watching you.

He’s always watching, and for once, he can’t touch. Can’t touch himself – can’t touch you.

He whimpers as you slide your fingers down to your pussy, swallows hard as he watches your legs drop open ever more as you softly moan out your pleasure. It’s exaggerated for his benefit, for the show of all of this, but he doesn’t care. His hands are balling into fists at his side, cock angry for you.

But this is a punishment, and he knows if he’s good and does as you tell him, it won’t be so bad in the end, even if it’s silent torture now.

“Not very nice to leave a girl all alone, leave her to take care of herself.” You said, back arching as you thrust your fingers in and out as best you can from this angle. “Come here, come look what you make me do.”

He jumps at the chance, quickly climbs onto the bed and settles himself inches away from your cunt, rests his head on your thigh as he bites at his lip, desperately wanting to fill you. He knows he can do a better job than your fingers can, his are thicker, longer, he knows he can make you feel better but you haven’t said it, haven’t said he can touch you yet, so he waits, in agony.

“Apologize.” You softly order around a gasp as your thighs twitch, and Kylo’s rushing to get the words out.

“I’m sorry, I won’t leave you alone again, please, can I? Let me?” He’s so desperate, and it never ceases to amaze you, how someone so big and strong and tough can be so quiet, so gentle, so desperate.

You drag it out a little longer.

“Why should I?” You asked, rubbing at your clit and making Kylo crazy, making his vision start to go spotty just from the concentration he has on your pussy.

You can feel his cock weeping for you as you moan.

“I’ll make it nice, you know I will, please (Y/N) I will.” Kylo begged, eyes wide and round and brown, so full of love and hope and pleading that you smile, nod.

“Make me come on your fingers.” You withdraw your hand and Kylo immediately takes its place.

There really is nothing like getting fingered by your man, you can’t help but think, before those magic fingers work their magic, and you can’t think much of anything at all.

He knows exactly where to touch you, exactly how to draw which sounds from your throat, and you let him, and he’s grateful in every fiber of his being that you let him.

“That’s it – oh! You’re so good Kylo, so good honey.” You praise him, partly because it’s true, but partly because you know how it helps, know how it makes him feel on fire.

“Let me fuck you? Please, I’m dying – please (Y/N).” He pants into the crook of your neck, and you nod, not wanting to deny him anything for the rest of the night.

He’s earned this, earned at least this much.

“Of course honey, come on.” You give him the permission he craves, and he sucks your juices off his fingers like he doesn’t give a shit about the lobster downstairs, like this is his favorite meal. For all you know, it is. You kiss him, smudge the words into his skin, “Let it all out, it’s okay.”

“Thank you thank you thank you – ” He could cry from relief when he finally gets his cock in you, you’re nice and stretched from his fingers, pliant and hot and wet from his touch.

He’s rough with you, because he has to be, because he needs to be otherwise he’ll snap. You take it, take him so well, made for him, made for his cock. You come again, just because he knows exactly where that spot inside you lives, knows exactly how hard and fast to hit it with his dick, and you’re seeing stars in minutes.

You know he’s not going to last, not with how wound up he was, even before all your teasing and ordering around. But he doesn’t need to, because this isn’t about him lasting all night, this is about him getting the instant gratification of a job well done – because in the end, it was.

He fucks you hungrily, hips snapping against yours, his arms wrapped tight around your hips, pulling you and fucking you down onto his cock, angry angry angry, pent up aggression from the day, from the job, spilling into you as he comes.

“Thank you, I’m sorry.” He kisses your skin, kisses your chest as his hips move even still, as he’s whimpering into your breasts as he milks his orgasm for everything he can.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” You pet his hair back, you kiss the top of his head. “You did so well, I love you more than anything.” You tell him, and he nods, hips finally stilling against you.

He sags and sighs, panting, so out of breath, your man.

The praise sings through him, and you can feel more come push into you, worried now that when you sit up it’ll all spill out, all over the sheets and the floor.

You card your fingers through his hair, and his stomach growls in the quiet.

“We need to eat dinner.” You remind him, and for the first time in a long time, he laughed.

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