Fire And Flame Pt.2 (Massimo x Reader)

I think I should let you guys know that this is going to be a slow burn so get ready for a lot of parts. Enjoy!

Part one

Mario knew better than to listen to (y/n) and leave right away, he decided to let her take a breather and stayed at a hotel, waiting to see how she reacts after she thinks about it in a more calm manner.

(Y/n) on the other hand felt like she was sitting on hot stones, sleepless nights and headaches became a daily routine. She should turn her back on him, he wasn’t there for her so why should she help him now? But what if something happened to him? She wouldn’t be able to live with that, she didn’t mind the blood on her hands but his blood spilled because of her pride would be something she would never be able to forget.

“Why are you even bothering with playing hard to get? We both know you will end up helping him”

Her brother said Gregor was never really interested in the details, he was there to recruit men and make sure everyone acted right, discipline and violence were his strongest points. One of his favorite things to do though was to annoy his little sister, of course she had “asked for his opinion” but really she was just hoping he wouldn’t want to work with them.

(Y/n) didn’t even bother to look at him, she just kept brushing her hair while she was sitting down in her chair in front of her vanity mirror.

“What makes you say that?”

“Cause it’s Massimo we are talking about, if you were actually mad at him you would have killed him by now”

He was right about that, (y/n) was never the one that showed mercy, their father had taught them that respect is the biggest blessing and what Massimo had done to her and the family was something people killed over. She put her brush down and kept looking at herself in the mirror, trying to hang on to any type of anger she could find.

“He was out of line”

“He was, but wouldn’t you feel so much better if you could rub it in his face?”

-

“Marios back”

“Alone?”

“The crew did not report any other passenger”

The feeling that rushed through Massimo’s body was confusing to say the least. He didn’t have to see her, he got away with having to phase the elephant in the room but on the other side not only was he unprotected to future attacks, he secretly hoped that after all these years they would meet again.

“Alright”

He simply said and walked away from the living room and headed to the front of the house in order to properly greet his confidant,if he was being honest he didn’t just want to welcome Mario back, he wanted to ask about her, make sure she is…. Ok.

What caught him by surprise is that it wasn’t just one car that pulled up, it was three. Massimo’s eyebrows furrowed in curiosity but chose to wait and see what this was all about. Mario got out of the first car, however he did not walk up to Massimo, he rushed to the third car and opened the door of the black Audi.

For the first time in years Massimo froze, he felt his jaw tighten at the sight of the woman that got out of that car.

(Y/n) took Marios open hand and got out of the car, she had caught up to him at the last minute but insisted she went with her own airplane and to not let Massimo know she was arriving. Her big designer sunglasses were covering half of her face and her hair was down, it was planned since she wanted some kind of protection when it came to her facial expressions.

“Thank you nonino”

She whispered to him with a smile. Mario smiled back and linked his arm with hers as the bodyguards ran around picking up luggage and driving the cars to their parking spots.

(Y/n) felt like throwing up, she was grateful Mario was not holding her hand cause she felt like the circulation of blood had stopped and now her fingers were ice cubes, as she walked up the steps she could see Massimo’s hesitation which brought her some type of comfort. He was nervous,maybe more nervous than her 

“Massimo look who decided to come along”

Mario joked in order to break the ice, unsuccessfully due to the fact that the tension between them was so intense that you could cut it with a knife. As they reached the top of the stairs (y/n) stood proud and tall, she would usually take off her sunglasses and greet the person with a handshake yet this time she flipped her hair back and her hands to herself. Massimo wanted to hug her, tell her how much he missed her and ask her how she is doing, greet her like he used to back in the day, before he betrayed her. 

She looked the same but also different, last time he saw her she was just starting to take her first steps to womanhood, her face was usually round but now you could see her cheekbones a little bit more, she didn’t have that pureness of a young girl, she was a woman and it suited her so well, (y/n) was always pretty but now she had the air of luxury, an aura that remained so untouched and unattainable.

“It’s always a pleasure to have you here”

“I wish I could say the same, I’m only here because my father taught me to always help a fr- someone in need”

She did that on purpose, she wanted to let him know that she was upset, she was sharpening her knives while on the plane, seeing him fidget was such sweet revenge but she wanted more.

Massimo smirked bitterly, it wasn’t her remarks that stung, (y/n) always had something to say and knew how to get under anyone’s skin, it was her demeanor that made him feel uneasy. (Y/n) always smiled at him, hugged him and placed her hands on his face to observe him, now she was as cold as ice and treated him like an enemy. That’s what sat with him.

“I think we should show (y/n) her room”

“Yes, right after you show me the office, I want to go through every transaction that happened 5 days before your…. Wife’s accident”

(Y/n)’s mouth felt like someone forced her to swallow a spoonful of vinegar, she hid it pretty well though for anyone that didn’t know her, which in this case Massimo and Mario saw right through it. It didn’t make Massimo feel any better though, quite the opposite actually it caused him to become even more upset with himself. 

Here she was, offering a helping hand even though he missed so many important events in her life, he thought and acted selfishly for so long and now she stood graciously next to him.

“Gioia we can assure you that we have looked through everything”

(Y/n) passed her designer bag to Mario and readjusted the fit of her white button up dress shirt that was neatly tucked into her well tailored pants before she dismissed the two men and started to walk past them and of course they followed her.

“And yet you still get attacked, so there’s someone in this house that knows your every move and my guess is that they get paid really well to run their mouths to your enemy. I assume the office is where it always was, in the meantime all the staff are fired, maids, butlers, drivers and chefs.”

“That’s ridiculous you can’t do that”

Massimo finally spoke up, he was sure that (y/n) knew what she was doing, her moves were always calculated, but this was her just stepping on his toes, she couldn’t just barge in and demand for everyone to just be replaced. 

(Y/n) stopped walking and smirked to herself “finally! A challenge” he had stayed silent for far too long for her liking, now she could finally show him what she is really made of. She turned around and took two steps to stand right in front of him, she took off her sunglasses and he felt trapped in her gaze. Those eyes were always so captivating, hypnotic almost like the perfect drug for him. 

“You failed to protect everyone in this house, they knew the route your driver took, they knew where you would be for lunch, they knew you would be at that vineyard, next thing you know they poison you, even if the staff was not the one that did it, they are not safe so you owe them as much as to put them out of their misery. Do I make myself clear?”

(Y/n) was spitting venom, her expression was harsh and her tone was dismissive, if anyone else talked to Massimo like that they would have never been able to finish their rant since he would have planted a bullet between their eyes. 

She stood there, unharmed, staring right into his eyes that made her swoon and giggle when she was young, she could still feel that summer night breeze that caressed her skin the last time they spoke. 

Massimo curled his hands into fists, his breathing got heavier and his nostrils widened making it clear how angry he was getting.

“Mario, let the staff know. I want new staff by the end of this day”

And with that he walked away, almost ran away from her in a desperate attempt to control his temper and to help himself so he could comprehend that (y/n) was going to walk around his house, lay on one of his beds, eat breakfast at his tables. She was going to be so close to him, yet so far

Part three

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Fire And Flame (Massimo x Reader) Pt.1

So I told you guys I want to start a series and honestly as soon as I started I couldn’t stop so I really hope you like it cause I have so many ideas for this. Please let me know if you liked it!

“This is the second time they were able to get to us”

Marios voice was stern, cold, angry some would say. Massimo leaned further back to his leather chair, his left hand reaching up to his temples so his fingers can gently rub in order to give some relief to this mild migraine. 

After Laura’s safe return his enemies were testing him, they found his Achilles heel and they would not stop unless one of them died.

“Why don’t you ask for her, the (y/l/n) family-”

“They won’t agree, she will not approve it” the last sentence was barely above a whisper. Massimo was in much need of an alliance, however he was smart enough to know that asking the (y/l/n) to protect his wife was disrespectful to say the least, he couldn’t possibly do that to her.

“Let’s just try, if they find out we have that type of protection they will retreat… let me talk to her”

Mario loved (y/n), how could he not? He was there for her birth, baptism, birthdays and any type of celebration. Her father- god rest his soul- was good friends with Massimo’s dad, she was the second child but she was the smartest, sure her brother was the muscle but she was the brains, her gaze was as sharp as a knife, the determination she had was written all over her face ever since she was a toddler.

Massimo huffed, questions racing through his brain, if Mario got through her then that would mean two things, one is that his problems will be over, second is that he will have to come face to face with her and that made his blood run cold.

“Fine, make the arrangements for your trip to Albania, leave today if you can”

“Already done, I fly in an hour”

Massimo smiled. Of course Mario knew Massimo would agree, at least he let him have the illusion of choosing which Massimo was grateful for.

“Let me know how it goes”

-

A knock interrupted (y/n)’s train of thought, she didn’t bother to raise her gaze from the papers scattered across the well polished wooden desk.

“Come in”

She spoke as she flipped through another page, she insisted on reading every single piece of paper for everything, finances, real estate, payments, whatever was written down had to be approved and signed by her and only her. Her secretary entered the room and made sure to close the door behind her.

“Mario is here to see you, says it’s urgent”

“Mario? As in Mario from Italy? My dad’s friend?”

The girl nodded, it was maybe the first time her boss looked surprised. (Y/n) let her pen down gently and spun her chair around, facing away from the door.

“Take him to the garden, take care of him for me until I come down”

“Right away miss (y/n)”

As the door shut (y/n) took in a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly. He wasn’t hurt, the news would have reached her by now if he was harmed, Mario came alone so most likely it has something to do with business. So many possibilities of this unexpected visit came to her head, although she knew there was only one way to find out. She let out her breath slowly and got up for her seat and before she touched the golden handle she fixed her pastel pink button up silk shirt. As she walked towards the garden she felt like the belt from her pencil skirt tightened more and more.

“Mario, what a surprise”

“Gioia! Let me take a look at you”

Mario held her hands and stretched his in order to observe her. She was always beautiful but she was a woman now, it had been almost 7 years since he saw her, she was not the little girl full of happiness and ambition anymore, she was a delicate lady.

“My goodness you have grown such graciously”

“I can say the same about you nonnino”

She started calling him grandpa at a very young age, she never met her grandpa from her dad’s side, so in her young mind she thought that he was it, she would see him only a few times and he would always bring sweets and gifts just like her other grandpa so he must be one as well.

“Oh say that to my squeaky back, come here”

He said as he hugged her tightly. (Y/n) hugged back with the same energy, she adored him a lot and seeing him after such a long time felt so comforting. Mario rubbed her back before he leaned a bit towards her ear.

“I’m really sorry gioia, I should have been here for the funeral”

“It’s okay, I understand”

She said before she pulled away. Her father passed away about 4 years ago, of course someone had hired a hitman to take him out. At first she didn’t think anything of it, he had been shot before she was almost certain that he was going to be fine. Unfortunately she was wrong.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk, it’s such a beautiful day today”

She told him as she lead the way, her heels clicking against the shiny white marble floor, her father had made sure their house had a big garden, her mother almost demanded it since she grew up on the countryside, in order to please his wife her father looked through so many houses before he bought this one.

“How’s business”

“Excellent I must say, we finally made a deal with the Serbians. You know how difficult it was due to the politics of our countries”

Mario nodded and they stayed silent for a few more moments before (y/n) stopped to lean on the balcony and face him.

“But I know you are not here to just see me and apologize”

“Massimo send me”

“I figured that much, why?”

“We figured that maybe it’s time-”

“For me to help him? He got attacked two times in one month”

She started to get defensive, word gets around in this type of business and Massimo now looked weak and vulnerable, she was expecting him to try and seek for help yet she did not think he would come to help.

“You know how much he respects you”

“Really? Then why isn’t he the one that’s here? Like a man”

She crossed her arms in front of her torso and looked straight into Marios eyes. Mario knew that this was a delicate subject so he had to dance around on thin ice with her, it wasn’t just business between her and Massimo, it never was.

“You know him (y/n), he was too ashamed to come here”

“But he wasn’t ashamed to send someone? Let’s forget this for a moment, what will I gain from helping you?”

“The torricelli family has been friends with your family before you were even born”

“Exactly, so imagine my shock after none of you showed up for my father’s funeral, Lorik is probably tossing and turning on his grave as we speak”

She stood up straight and uncrossed her arms in order to express more emotion with the motions of her hands.

Mario took in a breath before he smiled at her once more.

“He fucked up, you are hurt and you have every right to do so, trust me he didn’t get away so easily from skipping such an important thing. Do this for the sake of his father, for my sake”

“I’m sorry Mario, but I can’t keep running whenever Massimo needs it”

(Y/n) started to walk away from Mario as she was desperately trying to control her emotions with all her strength. The nerve of this man to come and ask her for help, after everything that happened.

“He might die (y/n), they won’t stop until he is out of the picture”

She stopped dead in her tracks, if it was humanly possible her heartbeat would be heard around the mansion, the thought of Massimo being six feet under crushed her and Mario knew it.

“That’s none of my concern anymore, for me he died 4 years ago along with my father”

Part two

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