Trouble
Trouble
Warnings: Language, Murder, Smut-ish
Words: 2.7k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: Maybe the narcissistic playboy is smarter than most people give him credit for. Sequel to My Oh My
Song: Trouble by Halsey
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?

The bar is cozy – intimate – in your opinion for an east side dive.
You’ve been listening to this guy for the last hour and a half and it’s obvious by now he’s not connected to Fisk. Parker owes you lunch for sending you after this lead. You regret flirting in the beginning, because now he’s giving you the look.
Men.
The ringing of his cell phone is a saving grace and he excuses himself to take the call. Giving you a few moments to develop an exit strategy. Ducking out the back door is your first instinct.
“Hi,” the voice in your ear sends an icy chill down your spine, regardless of his hot breath against your neck. Your mind races with questions as he leans against the bar, cool gaze staring into you.
What is he doing here? The sound of his voice returning you to that night.
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