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A/N: Hello loves. I'm back with a new story!

This is set in a modern AU where no one has powers.

This is a Loki x OC story. There will be warnings for language, violence and sex so please don't read if you're below 18. 🚫

As usual, I'll be detailing nature/content of trigger warnings ⚠️ at the bottom of the chapter to avoid spoilers.

Let me know your thoughts as always. There's so much to come, 🖤

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"So are you going to tell me who else knows about our shipment tomorrow or are you still wanting to keep up this facade?" He asks with a threatening chill to his voice that could evoke goosebumps out of the bravest of men.

The man kneeling before him with a bloody nose swallows hard, fear flickering across his eyes.

"I swear, Sir it wasn't me. I'm not the leak! Please believe me." He pleads, his hands shaking, pressing into the cement underneath him as the rain lashes down.

He rolls his green eyes before flicking the safety of the gun he pulls from under his suit jacket. A smirk twitches onto his lips.

He could pretend he didn't like getting his hands dirty, being so high up in the organisation, but he can't help it. The bloodlust is too strong to deny.

"Don't worry, I believe you." He shushes as he pushes the barrel of the gun to the quivering man's forehead. "I believe how utterly terrified you are. So much so, you'd say anything to get out of this situation."

"No, no n-!" The victim stutters before the man squeezes the trigger at point blank range.

He collapses before him instantly, smattering blood across his cheek and suit shirt. He grins and pulls a finger across his face before licking the blood off it.

"I've missed this." He smiles as he places the gun back into his jacket before pulling out his cell.

The rain had now soaked his dark locks that clung to his face.

The boss answers after a few rings.

"And?" The voice asks impatiently on the other end.

"It's done father." He responds, licking his lips and smiling.

"Well done for doing something that should've never happened in the first place my Son." The voice retorted before sighing and hanging up.

He would never earn his respect. There was no other way.

If he couldn't earn his deserved place in the organisation, he'd take it from them instead.

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"C'mon Lyla, pleaseeee, let's go out tonight. You're always in alone these days, it's not right." Nat whines as she pulls on her friends arm and pouts.

"Nat. We're not eighteen anymore. I know you still hit up the clubs every night but I'm too old for that shit now." Lyla sighs as she stands up and let's Nat drag her to her bedroom.

As childhood best friends, they used to be inseparable, always looking for trouble and partying until the early hours of the morning. But as they'd grown older, it felt like only one of them had continued that lifestyle.

"We're twenty six, not fifty for fuck's sake!" Nat scolds as she starts rifling through her friends wardrobe, pulling out dresses and holding them up to Lyla's petite frame.

"OK, just because you work at a library doesn't mean you need to have clothes that scream virgin." Nat rolls her eyes as she throws things to the floor.

Lyla envied Nat. She got to stay young and carefree, being chased by all the guys and girls wherever they went, whereas Lyla had never received that kind of attention. Not that she wanted it, but she always lived in the shadow of Nat.

How could she compare to the fiesty redhead? She was everything she always wanted to be. Bold, brave and beautiful. Lyla felt like the opposite.

Nat had taken a job as a high-end events planner and the lifestyle suited her perfectly. She got to party and network for a living.

Whereas Lyla had studied Literature at college and was still trying to find her dream job. Not everyone landed on their feet like Nat.

"Sorry I can't afford boujee dresses like you Nat, but some of us earn a pittance." Lyla moans as she collapses onto her bed.

She resigns herself to the fact her friend is succeeding in dragging her out with her tonight, wherever they're going.

"Have you ever thought about being a sugar baby? Cos you're totally cute enough to do it. I'm sure some old, lonely guys would love you!" Nat jokes as she jumps onto the bed next to Lyla, giving up on rifling through her wardrobe.

Lyla rolls her eyes. "Yeah, everything about me screams Hugh Heffner's next bride." She sighs.

Nat rests her head on her shoulder. "Seriously though, I know you're struggling with your rent and bills. You won't let me help, so why not exploit rich dudes instead?" Nat pushes as Lyla laughs.

"What do you expect me to do? Go to this event you organised at the new club in town and linger round the bar asking men if they need a whore for the night?" She shook her head giggling. "It's not me at all."

"Hey! Sugar babies don't have to have sex you know. And are you saying I'm a whore? You do remember when I had to be Stark's arm candy for a year right? It helped me to buy my own place." Nat says more seriously now, as she rolls up to look at her friend.

"I'm not calling you a whore. But it wasn't exactly easy on you anyway, was it? You ended up catching feelings and he didn't have time for you." Lyla explains as she remembers comforting her friend and her heartbreak those years ago.

It was the only time she'd ever seen Nat appear vulnerable and fragile, and it had scared her.

"You know, the men that own this club I planned this opening for are both single. And hella rich. I bet one of them wouldn't mind some sort of...arrangement." She grins mischievously, pulling out her phone.

"Whatever you're doing, don't even think about it." Lyla ordered as she yanks Nat's phone out her hand and throws it to the floor.

"Fine, fine. But I do need to let them know I'm bringing a plus one. They've insisted on making me VIP for the night to say thank you." Nat replies as she scrambles off the bed to chase her phone.

"Alright. I'll go with you this once. But I've got work tomorrow first thing and I'm opening up, so I can't be out late." Lyla huffs as she sits up.

She knew that those words mean nothing to Nat and if it was anything like their usual nights out, she'd still be awake by the time her shift started tomorrow.

"Yay! Let me just text the guy Thor really quick and then we're heading to mine to get ready. You can borrow something of mine that doesn't make you look like you never want to have sex again." She began typing fast into her phone as she simultaneously grabs a handbag on the floor next to her, throwing it at Lyla.

"We're going to have fun tonight, whether you like it or not."

Lyla groans. She had a bad feeling about going to this club.

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