Harley VasilievWidow, Crime Boss, Failed Target.

Харли Васильева is a product of the RR, or the Widow Program. She’d been set to go along for the whole ride until the Red Room decided there was no place for someone like her within the program.She’d been in an intimate relationship with one called Calliope, and had slowly but surely fallen in love with her, which led to her being labeled defective. The way the program handles ‘failed’ candidates, they have the stronger widows who don’t succumb to human emotion in the same way, end them.Unfortunately for her, they ordered the woman she’d fallen so deeply and hopelessly in love with to be the one to pull the trigger.

A failed kill shot had left her with more damage than she could express, both physically and mentally.She knew of the reason why they’d get rid of the ones who felt emotion, and though she was top of the class with Calliope and Natasha in all other regards, it was enough to call for her end.So, she’s lived with the fact she wasn’t good enough to be a widow, the fact that Calliope could never love her back.But the torture only grew from there. The physical wound would heal with time after she crawled her way, bloodied and dirty, to a house and begged for help. She’d nearly not made it and many surgeries had to be done in order to save her from what was certain death.But what hurt the most wasn’t the bullet. It wasn’t the scars. It wasn’t the surgeries to reconstruct bits of her chest and abdomen from the blow.No.It was Calliope was the one to pull the trigger.The one woman she would’ve taken over the world just to give her something to rule over. The one who owned her heart and mind and even soul in a way the Program never could’ve. She pulled the trigger and from all Harley could tell, it was without a hint of remorse.In fact, once she’d managed to survive all of that, and she’d managed to get eyes back on Calliope, she’d witnessed her love’s first hook up.Not even two months after her death.She’d gone home, she’d cried about it for hours after the fact.Why doesn’t she mourn?
Did I mean so little to her?
Should I have let myself succumb to my wounds as there’s nothing her for me any longer?The thoughts ate at her, night and day. Her soul and her heart ached. She no longer had family. She had no friends. She had nothing.For as many years as it has been, she’s had nothing. No one. She couldn’t even hook up with someone because it heart her heart to consider it. She had tried, but to her it felt too much like cheating on Calliope and she couldn’t even move past kissing. Only orgasm she’s had in all those years have been by her own hand.She kept watch though. Over Calliope. Over Yelena. Over Natasha. Over Irina. And over all of the friends they’ve made over the years.She watched every time Calliope would leave with some new person, some new face. And it would destroy her bit by bit every time. But she couldn’t shut off the emotion. Even to this day, she loves her just as fiercely, just as deeply as the did. She hasn’t numbed to the hurt.But her anger cooled, not even days after nearly dying.She’d taken time between all of that to build up a bit of a crime syndicate, a Russian rival mafia of sorts, bigger and better than that of Irina. Which led to her contacting Calliope to take out Irina so that she may in fact grow even larger by taking over hers as well.But also she’d missed her. She longed for her touch. Her loyalty.And she would get it one way or another.Now, faced with the demons of her past, the question is… Will she be able to conquer them, or will she finally succumb to the monster the Program had wanted her to be? No longer the soft, sweet, loving, caring Harley everyone had grown fond of.

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