Untitled Part 19

                                    

                                          
Oliver hurried up the stairs to find Felicity so he could inform her of his talk with Joe. He wanted her to be prepared in case her father decided to show his face. Felicity knew the consequences that Noah was going to face and she was more than ok with that but he was still her father and Oliver wanted to respect those feelings, even if they were a distant memory. He smiled as he walked into the bedroom, and saw Felicity sound asleep on the bed, Zoya Grace cradled close to her chest. Since the day she has been born he had loved seeing the two of them together and he walked over and looked down at his two girls, who were both a light in his dark world in their own special way. He loved them fiercely and he would fight heaven and hell to keep them safe.
                          
He gently stroked Felicity's hair back from her forehead and she stirred smiling up at him with a tender smile. He quietly motioned to Zoya and Felicity nodded as he picked up his daughter and carried her to the nursery. He kissed her soft cheek before laying her down and he stared at her for a moment. He never in his wildest imagination ever dreamed he would love someone as much as he loved this beautiful little girl and her mother.
                          
He felt arms come around his waist and he turned placing his arm around Felicity's shoulders. She guided him away from the nursery, grabbing the monitor as they passed it. "How did your meeting go?", she asked as he sat down on the bed. She sat on his lap and he held her to him as he told her of the meeting.
                          
"Joe seemed surprised that your mother was Bratva. I don't think the Civello family wants to get involved with the brotherhood so I have a sneaking suspicion that Laurel and Noah are going to be receiving a visit from Joe sometime today. Anatoli and I also made it very clear that anyone that protected either of them would be a target as well." Felicity could see the conviction and cold calculation in his eyes and she kissed him gently.
                          
"Справедливость будет подана моей маме. (Justice will be served for my mother)." He nodded, and as she got up from his lap he stood and took her face in his hands.
                          
"Your Lev всегда будет защищать и искать справедливость для нашей семьи, моя любовь! (Your Lion will always protect you and our family my love!)"
                          
Felicity kissed him deeply and he took her hand and they both headed downstairs. As they passed the front door they heard the doorbell ring and Felicity indicated she would get it as Oliver wanted to go down to train with his men. He kissed her once again and walked down the hall as Felicity walked to the front door. She waved off the maid who walked toward the door, and pulled the door open. Rage filled her from her head to her toes as she looked into the eyes of Laurel Lance. She found herself gripping the baby monitor too tightly and she relaxed her grip slightly as Laurel looked at her with cold, surprised eyes. 
                          
Felicity gave her a cold smile and stepped back to let her into the foyer. She closed the door behind her with a decided click and Laurel jerked as she looked back at her. "I am here to see Oliver", Laurel said. Her tone dismissive and just a little condescending. It was sending a clear message that she wanted nothing to do with Felicity but Felicity had other plans. 
                          
Felicity placed the baby monitor on the hall table and Laurel noticed it, her eyes widening in surprise at the image of the baby sleeping soundly on the screen. "Oliver is busy at the moment is there something I can do for you Miss Lance?" Felicity's tone was cold and Laurel shifted a little nervously at the look she was receiving. 
                          
"No thank you. I will wait." Laurel flounced into the living room and took a seat on the couch and it took everything Felicity had in her not to rip her hair out. Felicity hit the button near the door that was a direct link to the training room. It activated a monitor so that Oliver or his men could be alerted and see exactly what was going on in the house. 
                          
She smiled coldly at Laurel and took a seat across from her still staring at her. She calmly steepled her hands in front of her as she stared and then said with ice cold precision, "Would you like an alcoholic drink?"
                          
A hint of surprise crossed Laurel's features before she hid it and she shook her head, "No thank you."
                          
Felicity continued to stare at her and then said, "Oh I am sorry. That is right. I heard you were an alcoholic. I should have offered you something else."
                          
Laurel's eyes narrowed as Felicity played with her, her nerves starting to show as she fidgeted under Felicity's gaze. 
                          
Oliver had heard the monitor blink on and grabbing a towel he wiped the sweat from his chest and brow as he looked at the screen. Dammit! Laurel was here and alone with Felicity. He grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it on as he motioned to two of his men and then took the stairs two at a time. As he entered the living room, he could tell by the look on his wife's face that she was getting close to snapping and he walked to her side, his men moving to flank Laurel as he turned to her with a deadly gaze. "What the hell are you doing here Laurel?"
                          
Laurel laughed nervously as she glanced at the two men and then moved away from them toward Oliver. He watched her approach cautiously and Felicity stood moving to his side, her eyes just as deadly as her husbands. 
                          
"Why I came to see you Ollie! I was so very happy when I heard you were ok." She tried to move forward and hug him but Felicity stepped into her path and said. "You lay one finger on my husband and you won't be walking out of this house."
                          
Oliver kept his cold stare on Laurel as she stopped in her tracks and glared at Felicity. "Husband? Oh, that is right. Your boat went down on your honeymoon. It is a shame it didn't take you with it."
                          
Before he could react, Felicity lunged forward and grabbed Laurel by the throat, the small gun she kept on her held to Laurel's chin. "You listen to me you murdering little bitch. We know you were involved with my mother's MURDER and I promise you right here and now that you are going to pay for her death. It might not be right now, but братское братство подходит для вас. (the bratva brotherhood is coming for you)." Laurels eyes widened in fear as she heard Felicity switch to Russian and she tried to glance at Oliver for help. He just stared at her, and then glanced at his wife. 
                          
"Would you like for us to take her downstairs моя любовь? (my love)?" he asked. 
                          
Felicity removed the gun as the men moved forward and grabbed Laurel by her arms. She twisted trying to break their hold as she looked at Oliver. 
                          
"No Lev (Lion). I don't want anything happen to her with Zoya in the house. You can let her go for now. Let her wonder and worry about when and where we will strike." Felicity said the words with calm precision and Oliver nodded to his men. They released Laurel but did not step away. 
                          
"Zoya? Who is Zoya?" Laurel asked, her voice shaky.
                          
Oliver smiled coldly and kissed his wife. "Our daughter." Then he stepped forward and Laurel stepped back from the look in his eyes. "You come near her Laurel and I will personally see that every single bone in your body is broken before I have my men tear you apart. Are we clear?"
                          
Laurel looked at him in fear. Oliver had always been cold. You had to be to run the mob. But this was different. He was different. He spoke with such dangerous calm that it caused fear to slither down her spine. He was not the same man she fell in love with so many years ago. 
                          
Oliver motioned to his men. "Get her out of my house!"
                          
They grabbed Laurel and dragged her to the front door and she immediately left, not wanting to spend one more moment in that house. She was shaking fiercely and she headed straight for Noah's house. 
                          
They needed to talk.