#mob bos andy barber

[scandinavianfairytale]

The bold intern

Pairing: Mob boss Andy Barber x Intern Reader

Warnings: Implied age gap (based on my research Reader would be around 26-27 and Andy around 35), mentions of mob business, Reader has a backbone, cursing, broken nose, mentions of blood, Reader knowingly makes bad decisions (at least three), mentioned drinking & implied drunk sexy times 🙈

A/N: Andy is not married and doesn't have children in this fic.

He was on the phone when your head popped through the door crack. He beckoned you over with his fingers and you carefully closed the door behind you, standing in front of his desk, waiting for his call to be over.

"I know how much money he gave me Tony, but the contract you signed recently clearly stated that I get you pardoned for ONE thing - money laundering. I kept my end, but it's not my fault you got in trouble for other things - solicitation, DUI, drug possession and arms dealing are not covered in our contract. Now I have a meeting so we can talk later about what I will want to get the previously mentioned charges dropped. In the mean time, do think about how you will say yes." Andy smirked and finally met your eyes as he ended the call.

"I have a meeting in 3 minutes, so whatever you have to say or ask, better do it quickly, Sweetheart." He leaned in his chair and listened.

"It's about that client. He's bleeding all over the sofa and I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to the store and cleaning up as the leather shouldn't soak up that blood." You explained nonchalantly and pointed to the corridor laying behind the closed door of his office. Andy stood up immediately.

"What do you mean he's bleeding? What the fuck happened?" He walked around his desk to get to the door.

"I broke his nose. It's surprising how much blood pours out of it, really." You shrugged and stopped your boss in his tracks.

"You broke his nose? Why?" He blinked.

"Yes. I punched him after he hit on me and refused to take no as an answer." You raised your chin up slightly, making Andy raise his eyebrows and smile down at you.

"While I approve of it, you can't go around punching clients."

"Andy, I took this job because the pay is too good to pass up. And I understand that with every good thing compromises have to be made. That's why when I hear yelling, shoving, punching and screaming coming from your office, I pop in my earbuds and I continue working. When I see people wanted by the police strolling in and out of your office, sometimes in worse shapes, I don't pick up the phone and call 911." Andy crossed his arms over his chest and observed you with interest. "But hitting on me and not getting my disinterest, flat out trying to grope me...that's where I draw the line. Please pass that on to your clients."

"Duly noted." Andy nodded slightly, a smirk playing on his lips at your boldness.

"I'm gonna go to the store now and you two can continue the meeting." You once again pointed to the door and only exited when he gave you an acknowledgement.

He chuckled when you walked out, leaving the door opened and said to the client: "You can go in and try not to get blood on the carpet. I really don't want to deal with Jack today."

After the meeting was done, the client walked out of the office, nodding at you cautiously before Andy followed him out.

"I had a little talk with Bryce. Don't worry he won't bother you again." He smiled as he stood in front of your desk, you nodded briefly as you typed at your laptop. "So, how many noses have you broken so far?"

"Just two." You looked up from your screen.

"How long have you been practicing Taekwondo?"

"Zero time, but I have been boxing for the past 7 years."

"Isn't boxing a bit violent?"

"That's rich coming from the man who runs an underground crime ring." You laughed and leaned back in your chair, looking up at him.

"Fair point. I shouldn't be judging others by their appearance." He lifted his arms in surrender.

"I was thinking - you've been working for me for over a year now and I never offered to take you for a post-win drink. Would you care to join me today?" Andy offered and stepped closer, his thighs bumped at the edge of your desk.

"What are you celebrating?"

"Putting Tony in his place. I owed his father for putting me through law school and his proposal was to help his son out until I feel like I have repaid my debt to the Stark family. This was the last favour and I feel like I deserve a drink. Will you join me?" He smiled at you. It was a bad idea. You knew it. But so was taking this job, according to your friends and it was going well.

"One drink?"

"Just one." He smirked when you stood up, turning off your computer and taking your red blazer hung over the chair.

The red blazer was the first thing that came into your view when you opened your eyes in the morning. You groaned softly as your world still spun, turning over and coming face to face with your handsome boss. You blinked a few times, sobering up really fast as flashbacks from previous night came rushing to your head.

That ONE drink you were supposed to have.

The little cozy corner you two sat at.

The warm sound of Andy's laughter.

Those damn drinks you kept ordering even though the smart part of your brain told you not to.

Andy carrying your red heels as you walked down the few streets to get to the metro station.

The brilliant idea to kiss him, because you wanted to know how danger tasted like...

"Fuck." You whispered to yourself and you covered your head with your hand, chewing your bottom lip. This was probably the worst idea yet.

"Good morning, Sweetheart." Andy smiled as he woke up to you sitting in the giant king sized bed and kissed your naked shoulder.

Thank you for reading! 🙏💙

Ed Sheerans Bad Habits were on my mind here 🙈