the air in your penthouse felt thick with the smell of leather and gun oil. your family, the y/l/ns, controls the flow on contraband from the ports to the streets. its a legacy that you wear like a second skin but tonight theres someone in your space but you dont need to guess who it is because the faint creak from the floorboard by your window gives her away

its your ex wife, billie. shes as much of a storm as you are with sharps edges. her family is your familys enemy, a rival mafia thats been trying to choke out your family for years

the bad blood between your families was older then either of you but the bad blood between you was personal and messy. you were married for two years until it all blew up and now youre supposed to hate each other and most days you do but the texts from earlier today still lingered in your mind

b: y/n, watch your back tonight. shit's going down.

y/n: the fuck you talking about? dont play games eilish.

b: not a game. keep your eyes open. cant say more.

y/n: if this is some setup, ill put a bullet in you myself.

b: youd miss me too much. stay sharp.

you didnt respond after that but you felt uneasy and now here she was, sneaking into your house like she still still belongs in your space

youre in the living room with a glass of whiskey in your hand. your hand is already on the gun thats tucked into your waistband as you call out "youve got some balls billie. breaking into my place like were still on speaking terms."

she steps out to where you can see her "didnt break it. your securitys shit y/n. always has been." shes holding a knife, the blade shining from the light

"you didnt come here to judge my locks" you set your whiskey down, never letting your eyes leave hers "whats this about? your texts were cute but im not in the mood for riddle."

she smirks but its not her usual smirk, this ones more tight "i told you to watch your back and you didnt listen"

she takes a step closed and youre already moving, closing the distance before she can. youre both trained for this and the room feels like a cage

"you dont get to warn me about shit and then walk in here like you own me" after you say that, youre suddenly fighting

you swung at her first, aiming for her jaw but shes fast, ducking under your arm and slamming her shoulder into your chest. the impact makes you stumble back, falling into your coffee table, making glass hit the floor

you recover quickly, grabbing her arm and twisting, trying to force the knife from her hand and she hisses, her free hand smashing into your ribs hard enough to make youbreath jump

"fuck y/n, youre still so damn stubborn" she mutters, knee coming up to your stomach

you block it with your forearm but shes smart, slipping out of your grip and moving the knife towards you. you move, making the blade catch your sleeve as you swing a hook to her side

the fight is a blur of punching and cussing. you land a good punch on her cheek, splitting her lip as blood bloomed against her pale skin. thats when she tackles you, sending you slamming into the wall and her knife is at your throat before you can blink

"still got that temper" she pants, breath hot against your face "you gonna calm down or do i have to carve my point into you?"

you glare at her and in one quick motion, you pull out your gun, pressing the barrel against her chest "drop the knife billie or i swear ill blow a hole through you."

for a moment its a standoff with her blade at your throat and your gun at her heart. your eyes lock and theres something there that cuts deeper than any knife but then she moves quicker then you expected, slicing your hand

you curse, your grip loosening enough for her to hit the gun from your hand. it falls against the floor and then shes on you, slamming you against the wall with her arm across your chest