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this started as a warm up sketch and then I couldn’t stop thinking about Delinquent Shiro bleaching his hair white in highschool, getting tattoos and piercings against the school dress code before he drops out and becomes a member of the mafia ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I had been discussing this with the lovely @yandere-linked-universe a while back and she helped mold this with me so decided to share it with you guys.
So I was thinking about the mafia au and then I was thinking about the self aware au and TTAU (like always)
And I had the idea that, even if (y/n) HAD successfully gone back to her world. The chain would have eventually found their way to her,
(And for the sake of my sanity, their games don’t exist here.)
But I made it slightly different. (This is where a bit of TTAU comes in)
Where instead of them going to her present.
They went different periods of the past.
And they went back to the combined amount of years of their journey up to meeting her.
So to explain better: in ttau they go back to the start of their journeys and have to walk forward til they meet rest of the chain and eventually (y/n).
in this one, they are sent back to the same year equivalent to when they started their journey (so if Wind started his journey when he was 12 and met (y/n) two years later when he was 14 then he would be sent back two years in (y/n)’s world before he bumps into her, where Twilight would be sent back the the age of 18, which is when he started his journey.
So For example, Time turning into a kid and found by cops and he runs off.
Now i’m using Time as an example since he’s the one with the most years between his journey up to meeting (y/n)
This is much more conflicting for the heroes since this is a DIFFERENT REALITY ALL TOGETHER. Nothing is familiar, the government system is all over the place, there are no monsters but there are things so much worse lurking in the dark.
And since Time would be the farther back, imagine if he decided that this world was going to forced to bow to the demands of the chain.
And their demands were to give (y/n) everything she wanted.
So here’s where the mafia au comes in.
Time is an orphan, he slowly realizes this world wouldn’t work to his methods, to none of their methods. So he would do just as he did when he first started out and createnew methods.
After all, he still had his ocarina
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So he takes full advantage of what abilities he has and slowly gaining street cred, making a name for himself.
Time doesn’t have any mercy for insects and this world is full of them.
So by the time he ‘meets up’ with one of the other heroes, he’s flawlessly adapted to the rules of this strange world and he has a long part of the underground in his possession.
This helps when the second person with the longest time between their journey and meeting (y/n) arrives (one of his men heard of a strange person wandering around with strange items), he realizes what the circumstances are and is able to prepare for their arrivals.
So when they all gather together, Time is able to help them adjust to the world and they all take to it like zora to water.
So, by the time (y/n) re-enters their lives, well…she has no more excuses not to stay by their side, now does she?
I have so much to say about this omg. First of all, this is an amazing AU and I’m LIVING for it! The chain as Mafia members is massive galaxy brain- especially when they’re running the show and a good portion of underworld. Though, if they keep this up I’d imagine they’d end up ruling it as some point or another. Either way, it’s very on brand for the Yandere Chain, motives and all.
Now, listen, I have questions. You’ve mentioned the Biggoron sword, The Master Sword and Fi, and the initial Idea Post™️: with Times Ocarina (and isn’t that a terrifying thing-) and the boys with their “strange items.” So, I’m asking is: do they have all their items? Like Wild and his Sheikah slate (does that even work?) and Legend with his arsenal. How well does everyone’s magic work? Can Legend turn into Wolfie? Hyrule heal? There was the insinuation that there is some magic with the Master Sword, Fi, etc but ???? Are these questions that will, hopefully (and by the gods to I hope), will be answered as you go??
I’minvested.
But, for this piece can I say I’m?? In love?? Meeting Time first was a solid move on everyone’s part. He’s the Boss, after all but I got a laugh and highkey suspicious at the “so please, relax” because the first thing I thought of was “said the devil” as soon as I read it. He was so polite and kind, but I knew damn well what this man was doing. You don’t get into the position he’s in without some manipulation. Wouldn’t be surprised if now he’s got people watching our girl.
And then for everyone else?? *chefs kiss* the scenes with Legend, Wind, Wild and Twilight were amazing. The first three are literally unloading a body and arguing while Twilight mentions he’s got on in pieces in his trunk. The casual cruelty is astonishing, truly. Phenomenal. Drives in the point that, yes, they’re in another world, but their methods are still very much the same. Then there’s Wars with his own soldiers, Hyrule and Four essentially shutting down, and Sky trying to be logical and eventually going to sleep? Amazing.
I also really loved the fact that there’s… branches. Each Chain member has their own thing (I’m also interested in that topic. Gliphy please I gotta know-), but Time is the Boss. Much like the original dynamics because he was the oldest and the one willing to take the reins.
Speaking of that, people are now talking. The maids, the soldiers, anyone who saw them and know of the Text know that something big happened. I wonder how that’s gonna go down.
Gliphy, please this is amazing. I don’t have words right now my brain is big stupid but ugh your writing jajansiwbhew
@gliphyartfan tell me if I’m being annoying but I had an idea smack me across the face and ask me to call it a parental figure.
Somehow the mafia chain find out that (y/n) is needing money for her classes cue them being distressed cause they cant just send her money cause thats werid. I mean yeah its money but where the fuck did it come from and ‘do I have an old rich creeper or some shit. No. Shut down.’ So they cant. Thier goddess should be taken care of an not have to worry about anything. Let then take care of and worship you. Not to mention that their darling baby is a strong independant person who wants to do things on thier own. Respect.
What are our boys to do?
Well Time manipulatesarranges for her to wind up working at one of thier front businesses. The safest, easiest, job for her. Is it a made up position. Maybe. Does it pay way too much for what work she is doing. Probably. But its on the up and up.
Cue the boys making sure she doesnt catch wind of anything going on. Bullying any employee until they know she is to not know anything or its thier head on a platter.
The boys now have ready access to thier Goddess…..
That’s a really good idea!
(Who said you’re annoying me??? I’ll smack them with a fish!!! I’ll always enjoy additions to my aus! That’s the best thing you could give me!)
Maybe she kept it her family because she never wanted to burden them.
Surprise school fees? Maybe she decided to take more courses? Who knows, but she needs work and in a college area? Work is hard to come by.
So it would have to be close enough that she can get there in time from school while also having time for studying.
Plus she would want to save for the future. (Not that she would need to anytime soon with the boys around.)
She lives away from home so she would have to pay rent too. So a sudden debt would make her need to work.
And what a surprise that she gets a job that does everything she needs???
A bit of work cause she would be suspicious if it were TOO good to be true but it’s worth it for the benefits.
Plot twist: since it would still be when they first made contact with her, she wouldn’t be known by the chain’s men. So imagine her 'boss’ (one of Time’s men) deciding to treat her awful.
I won’t continue that line of thought but we all know how it ends for the ex-subordinate~!
Please don’t. I don’t want my brain smelling like fish lol.
I can just see it now. she works hard on handling it and handling on her own. Or just grins and bears it cause come on, that’s adult life. No matter how good a job is or how well you like it there is bound to be jerks or just sucky days. The days just become more frequent I guess. And sure maybe she ends up venting to one of the boys my money is on Wind cause come on, what is the harm in telling him. He is a totally safe bet right? He’s old enough to get it and not say ‘well just quit’ but young enough for him not to do something right?….right
Huh? What do you mean he was transferred out of the country?!
fbi agent alpha Bucky trying to get mob princess omega Peter to flip on his family
with all of the manipulation, the arresting of the family to convince Peter, the mind games, the “I’m not a bad guy and I need your help to deal with the real bad guys,” just all of the tv show drama
STUFF FROM TWITTER, @apollyna …ruh-heally feelin red and blue over there lately.
1) the titular Asura from Asura’s Wrath - mostly an excuse to play with colors while fulfillin’ a ‘put up or shut up’ type a’ deal // 2,3) more playin but with Kjell’s OC Neil as he appears in the mafia and vamp AUs (YES, THOSE ONES). Woulda loved to give him a more formal introduction but, in due time n’ all that. // 4) hypothetical design for A Thing that has moved in another direction, leavin me free to keep this little darling after a few more differentiating tweaks. G’aww, just look at the lil floatin brain tucked in there, how precious! // 5) teeny thing i liked of that big beautiful bih herself, Tgr’ek, in the ol’ Eldritch Vacationer form (aka “original au”) // 6) v- um.. vamp Neil. Because Fuck Y ou, Let Me Live. // 7) a Luke from… an offshoot of mafia au. The Clouds Definitely Aren’t Covering Up Anything Weird, Don’t Worry About It.
Genre:fluff (???), a hint of angst (??????), I have no idea what this is I’m sorry
Summary:Your mission, most would say, is dangerous. Park Jimin even more. Not only because of how easy he seems to make someone else’s heart stop, but also from how easy it seems for him to drive you goddamn fucking crazy.
A/N:surprise I’m not dead??
Requesting~~ Jimin + Wine + okay so maybe something like, you’re both spies in disguise at a mafia boss’ blackmarket party or something and there are men hogging you but Jimin protects you?? thankiessss!!
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“You know, there are better ways to sabotage my mission than dragging me out to the dance floor, Park."
The words themselves leave through gritted teeth in the disguise of a smile, barely more than a whisper in the crowd of people surrounding you. Your hands clutch his tightly, your grip with enough strength to bruise. Still, the man before you pays you no attention- not even a twitch in his expression. If it weren’t for the strength of his hold, you’d fall for the illusion of his soft smile and dimples. As it is, you only feel annoyed.
"I wasn’t sabotaging you,” he says. “I was helping you not mess up your own mission.”
You scoff. “I was getting the intel directly from the target. I was minutes, if not seconds away from finishing my mission.”
“Oh, yeah,” he drawls- you see him roll his eyes and glare even harder at him, fuming under your breath even as he pulls you closer to him, just in time to dodge a passing waiter. “And you were seconds away from getting a bullet lodged into your head as well. Didn’t you see how his bodyguards were eyeing you up? They clearly knew you weren’t harmless.”
You purse your lips at that. “I’m not saying they would have, but if they did, I would have been able to handle them,” you mutter.
“That arrogance is going to get you hurt or worse, one of these days.”
“I didn’t graduate top of my class for nothing, Park.” You scowl, extremely tempted to step on his shoe at his remark. What did he think you were, a helpless baby? “Cut out the protective bullshit, will you? I’m strong enough on my own right. If my class records won’t prove that, my mission count will. I could’ve handled it.”
Huffing, you glare at him. “Really, why do you keep butting in anyway-”
You meet narrowed eyes as he suddenly tugs you close, and for a moment your heart skips at the serious look on his face. You prepare yourself for an argument, but-
“Put your hand on my shoulder, and your other with my hand.”
You comply without a thought, your hand meeting cold silk as you place them on him, the other meeting warm skin.
“Now lean in. Don’t look behind you. They’re looking right over at us.”
You shiver at the warmth of his breath on your ear- and when he leads you away from the edges of the crowd of guests and into the crowd of dancing partners, you can’t help but follow just as easily, swayed not only by the music, but by the feel of Jimin, all too alarmingly close to you. For all that Jimin is shades and shades of annoying, and endlessly frustrating, the man is a sensational dancer. Each move has you slipping further into the song, the dance, the feel of the very beat pulsing in the ballroom.
Not to mention just his cologne itself makes you want to bury your head into his suit.
You grimace- and then splutter as you feel a thumb tug your lips upwards.
“Such a grumpy look on your face all the time.”
“Shut it, Park,” you huff, even as your heart threatens to skyrocket at the intimate gesture. Damn it.
Sometimes you wish it wasn’t so easy for you to be affected.
Jimin’s laughter follows you, haunting you as he twirls you around, spinning you into his chest in time with the beat.
The warmth on your lower back as he pulls away makes you shiver- and you only hope he doesn’t notice.
“Are they still looking over?” You eventually ask, feeling yourself get swept up in the atmosphere.
You have a mission to do, you remind yourself. Now’s not the time for distractions.
He dances well, though.
“… No,” you eventually hear him say. “But don’t be reckless.”
“Besides, weren’t you supposed to just keep an eye on them?”
“You don’t know that,” you mutter under your breath- before yelping at a sudden dip.
Jimin’s eyes, up close and personal- they stare into you, his hold on you forcing you to meet his gaze. You stay that way for a few seconds- before you look away, unable to deal with the menace that is Park Jimin.
You hear him scoff, practically able to imagine the resulting smirk on his face.
A punch would look really well on his skin right now.
“Judging from your reaction, I’m right. Why do you like to keep on flirting with danger so much?” He chuckles. “Do youlike getting into trouble?”
“That has to be one of the most stupid questions I’ve ever heard, Park. You are aware that danger and trouble comes hand in hand with our line of work?”
“Certainly not as much as you seem to encounter, almost every time I see you.” You hear him laugh, for a moment. “If I didn’t know you any better, my dear, I’d say you were a masochist.”
You sigh.
“It’s not that I like getting into trouble, but the guy leading our operation is an idiot, alright?” You admit, albeit grumpily. “We can’t afford to make a mistake on this mission, or the people upstairs will really cut us off. This is a big matter.”
He looks down at you, curiosity plain in his eyes.
“And if you do pull it off, it will be enough to sew the mouths of the people in your bureau shut, and maybe give you a promotion?”
“… Well. Maybe.”
“Ever the workaholic,” he sighs, spinning you easily- tugging you close to his chest afterwards. You pinch his waist tight at the shit eating smirk on his face, really.
Not even taking into account the remark he says as he leans in close.
“This is why all of them run away from you, you know.”
You hiss. “You little shit.”
His chuckles fill the air in between you, and you stomp on his feet for good measure.
In return he tugs you close, close, closer, that the two of you somehow fit in between the dancing couples.
“For your information, I wouldn’t want to date a man who couldn’t handle me anyway,” you say sharply, a discreet turn letting you poke his chest insistently. “So keep your remarks to yourself. If they ran away, they obviously didn’t deserve me.”
“But of course.” Jimin’s eyes, soft and sweet, curve into crescent moons, and you curse your heart yet again for beating a little too fast, a little too hard. “When did I say otherwise?”
“Har de har har,” you sarcastically deadpan.
At this point, the music in the ballroom has grown lighter, softer. The crowd of dancers around you thinning- something you barely notice, as Jimin easily draws you, keeps you into a world of your own.
And that’s why he’s dangerous.
As if to emphasize the situation at hand, the crackling sound near your ears snaps you out of your thoughts.
"YN, prepare yourself. It’s almost time to go.”
You purse your lips.
“… Alright.”
When Jimin pulls you to his side for the final time- the song transitioning into the next one, the next round of couples stepping foot on the dancefloor, it’s with a pout laced with disappointment, eyes pleading you to stay.
His fingers, trailing circles over yours raise goosebumps on your skin you’d rather never feel. Would rather you never have to learn to forget.
Park Jimin is poison laced in a pretty pink bow, and just a touch is enough for you to feel intoxicated- to want for more.
What else to expect from one of the top assassins, though?
“Time to leave?”
“Don’t say it like you’re genuinely sad to see me go,” you say purposefully in a annoyed tone, your voice low. “You can play with any girl you want in here after I’m gone.”
“How can they ever compare to you, though?”
Against your will, your heartbeat jumps at his words, at the honeyed tone, the sincerity you know is false but still can’t help longing after. Jimin’s eyes reflect only you and you hate, hate hate hate how so easily he makes the illusion of loving you so real. It makes you hope for things you know you shouldn’t.
“I’ll see you at Jeon’s party?”
You slightly avert your eyes away. “… maybe.”
“Good.”
It’s as you pass him by that you suddenly feel a finger trace over your neckline- then the cold, light weight of a necklace making itself all too well known. You splutter, turning back-
Jimin’s eyes, narrowed, but his lips curved into a smile meets yours.
“By the way, you shouldn’t talk to your targets like that anymore,” he murmurs, voice soft and a sigh in his words.
You can’t move- not when his attention, so focused on you, keeps you still. Jimin tilts his head, saccharine voice continuing. “Or to any men, for that matter. You see, it makes me…”
He leans in, and you can’t help but lean back in a daze, but his hand on your chin tilts you up. His lips briefly brush past your cheeks, a trail of warmth across your face, before you feel him whisper in your ear.
“… jealous.”
Your breath hitches at the warmth of him close, all too close and how the hell are you supposed to respond-?
“I just might have to destroy them if they really do touch you,” he croons. “So my darling YN, keep yourself safe, shall we?”
The summer breeze caressed (y/n)s bare arms and kissed her cheeks that were flushed due to the wine she had consumed. She looked at the garden smiling like only a drunk person could and raised her one leg so she could half sit at the marble of the balcony. Her feet were aching from the heels and she was kind of wobbly so she needed support. As she raised the glass of rose wine on her lips to take one more sip she felt a pair of eyes on her.
“Couldn’t resist?”
“Didn’t want to”
Massimo responded as he approached her. He didn’t make his presence known from the beginning cause one thing he loved was to observe her, she looked like a picture out of a fairytale, her beautiful pastel pink dress combined with her hair down caressing the exposed skin on her as she was bathed in moonlight perfected the image of a princess.
She smiled at him, her eyes squinting together in that cute smile he loved but so rarely saw, he liked seeing her like this, happy, carefree. He took a seat on the balcony as well right in front of her.
“You’re drunk”
“I’ve had more than I should but I’m not drunk”
Massimo nodded. She was slurring and her nose was red however he chose not to fight it, it was rare for her to look so…. Comfortable. He took her hand in his and just looked at her delicate fingers, her hand was so small compared to his, her touch was soft, warm, so different from his strong hold.
“Are you having fun piccolina?”
“I’m not small, I had to alter this dress in order to fit into it”
“I’m glad you are finally gaining some weight, I actually came out here cause I thought the wind was going to blow you off like a feather”
She giggled at his comment lightly. As she hummed to herself (y/n) leaned in and scouted closer to him so he could wrap her in his arms which Massimo immediately did. Her perfume engulfed him immediately, that sweet scent of jasmine and vanilla mixed with orange was causing him to think that this is what heaven smells like.
“How’s your new girlfriend?”
“She’s drunk and hugging me in the balcony”
“Smart but won’t fool me”
(Y/n) and Massimo were complicated to say the least. Since they met they had each other at an iron grip but they were always playing with fire, they never let themselves fully burn.
“Piccolina they are girlfriends, you will be my wife”
“I hate when you say that”
She mumbled in annoyance before she pulled away from him and fully got up, tossing her hair on one side. Massimo looked at her puzzled, she was irritated at his comment but he was just being honest with her. Their situation wasn’t the easiest, if something was ever to happen between them it had to be the end deal for both of them or else there would be a vendetta and that’s the last thing on Massimo’s mind
“Why are you playing games with me? Is this a way for our families to stay friends?”
“You insult me just by thinking like that, is that how low you think of me?”
“I- I don’t know what I think of you Massimo”
She tried to walk away from him but Massimo grabbed her wrist, preventing her from exiting and leaving him alone. (Y/n) met his gaze as her eyebrows scrunched together.
“Don’t leave me, I don’t want us to fight”
(Y/n) sighed before opening her arms and wrapped them around his waist so she could get lost in his arms. Massimo kissed the top of her head and she raised her head, resting her chin on his chest.
“You know that if this happens it will be like releasing two tigers from their cage”
“The fire with the flame”
“What if you leave me broken?”
She questioned him, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared at him with doe eyes, her lips barely open. He wanted to kiss her, rip that dashing dress off her and take her right on this balcony for everyone to see, for everyone to know she is his.
He resisted his animalistic urge and just left a small kiss at the nape of her neck, his lips tracing all the way up to her earlobe, making her heart flutter and her breath to get shallow.
“Then I give you permission to ruin my life”
“Please Massimo don’t make this harder than it already is”
She warned him, her hand going up to his chin to pull him away so she could look him in the eye. Her hues were darker than before due to the lust that had taken over her, Massimo’s fingers found her cheek and with his thumb he started to draw circles on her hot flesh as they stared at one another
“I feel like I’m burning”
“It’s your flame responding to my fire… amore”
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That was the last time they spoke. That was his last words before they heard someone come in and pulled away from one another and (y/n) ran away to go look for her dad.
That night played in her head for a long time before she managed to bury it deep inside her memories. After his rude intrusion to her bedroom that memory was brought to the fighting front of her brain, she slept for only a few hours since all her dreams were about him.
When everyone started to wake up and come down for breakfast they were met by (y/n) sitting down at the table of Massimo’s garden with coffee in her hand.
“Good morning”
“Good morning gioia, I didn’t except for you to be up so early”
Mario said as he went to leave a kiss at the top of her head. He always felt like she was the daughter he never had, seeing her flourish made him puff his chest with pride, her father was a fair, smart man and she filled his shoes with such force.
(Y/n) smiled at him before she fixed her big sunglasses as Mario sat next to her.
“I wanted to check something about our new employees, specifically the gardener”
“What about him?”
“Nothing in particular, I just didn’t expect to have someone from Spain”
“(Y/n) don’t lie to me”
“He’s cute ok? Is that so bad?”
Mario laughed at (y/n)s little secret, earning a little smack at his upper arm from her.
“I’m sorry gioia, nothing is wrong, you are young and you work a lot. It’s just so… stereotypical, the rich girl and the gardener”
“I must agree, I expected better from you”
Massimo said coldly. He had lingered in the back in order to listen to their honest conversation and when he realized what it was about he was furious, he had no right to be but that didn’t stop him. (Y/n)s facial expression changed to match his and turned her head away from him and back to Mario
“You know what nonnino maybe Massimo’s right, it would be better if I kidnapped a tourist and made him love me, genius”
She responded sarcastically with a smirk. Mario held back his laugh but didn’t successfully hide his smile, Massimo looked at him and the older man went back to his poker face. Massimo just sat down on the opposite side of the table and served himself some water.
(y/n) on the other hand was boiling with rage, she couldn’t get over the fact that he just barged in her room in order to swoon her and now he thought he had a say in her love life. The icing on the cake was his wedding ring shining under the hot Sicilian sun. She bit the inside of her cheek and decided she had had enough, she shot up from her chair and walked away without a word. He was so full of arrogance that it made her want to strangle him
Once she got inside the house her eyes went to the table that was sitting at the entrance. Last time there was not a vase with chrysanthemums on it. She kept looking at it, trying to remember if there was even a vase on it before, at that cue a girl walked in the room holding another case with once again… chrysanthemums on it.
“Excuse me, where are you taking those?”
“To your room miss”
“Why?”
“I-i umm the boss told me to, should I not?”
The girl asked timidly. She was scared, you could tell about the immediate hunch on her back and her stumbling over her words, it was at that point that (y/n)s tone might have been a bit aggressive.
“No no I was just checking, hey one last thing, you mean Massimo right?”
“Yes”
“Just making sure. Run along then”
The girl rushed away leaving (y/n) with mixed feelings. This man was unbelievable, chrysanthemums were (y/n)s birth month flower, she remember telling him that she also felt like they were so misunderstood because in many countries they symbolized death.
She shook her head and started to walk up the stairs when she heard someone dry coughing behind her, she looked back and saw Massimo standing where she stood with his hands behind her back. She hesitated at first, thinking about what was the correct way to respond so she decided to just roll her eyes at him and turn back around and on to her room
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?”
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“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”
“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
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