Fire and Flame Pt. 4 (Massimo x Reader)

I’m so glad you guys liked the last part so much, please let me know what you think about this one, it really helps me when I see the comments. Enjoy!

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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”

-

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

“You are welcome piccolina”

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Fire And Flame pt 3 (Massimo x Reader)

So since today is the official release of 365 days part two I’ve decided to give y'all a part 3 and I hope you enjoy it!

Part two part one

“Gioia, it’s time for dinner?”

“Just tell someone to bring me my plate, thank you”

Mario pursed his lips at the sight of (y/n)s nose buried in those papers, she walked in this office when the room was showered in sunlight and now the only source of light were the lamps. He closed the door and walked over to her, he had to admit that this situation was weird to him. She was so focused, determined to find the source, he was almost missing that young free spirit she had back then.

“(Y/n) you already caused quite a stir, it will be unwise for you to not show up for dinner”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, he asked for my help and I’m giving it”

“Yes and we are grateful, but your tongue was vicious and you are pushing your luck”

(Y/n) looked up at him. She was aware of what she had done and she was not regretting it one bit, he deserved to have a piece of her mind. Yet, Marios kind eyes made her rethink her decision, she sighed before she pushed back her chair.

“Fine, let’s get it over with”

(Y/n) decided to not go and change, her outfit was just fine and besides after that her mind needed some rest cause the numbers were starting to dance around in front of her cloudy eyes. Mario and her walked side by side towards the dinner room. Mario opened the door for her and let her walk first, she whispered a thank you and saw that Massimo was already sitting down at the one end of the table and on his side was a side of a young looking man who stopped talking once she walked in, in the room there was also two of her bodyguards. (Y/n) smiled as she walked to the chair that was placed at the other end of the table.

“Evening gentlemen… hello Massimo”

Massimo immediately sat up in his chair as he tried to hold back his temper that was challenged by her snarky comment. He watched her sit down at the chair and fixed her hair back. At that time a woman appeared and filled (y/n)s cup with rose wine. Massimo despised rose but he knew it was her favorite so he ordered the new staff to have full stock of it.

(Y/n) thanked the girl and reached for the cup to take a sip, the familiar semi sweet taste she adored hit her taste buds and she smiled in approval. For a woman like her it was unusual that she didn’t pay attention to why her favorite wine was being served, she was so tired she just blamed it on a blissful coincidence.

The silence that had taken over the room was broken by the door opening once more, a girl that was unfamiliar to (y/n) walked in, her hair was dyed blonde and cut to a short asymmetrical bob entered the room, she wore a black satin dress that reached her ankles and heels, she was rather short and skinny and her eyes were light blue.

The blonde haired girl approached (y/n), arrogance could be recognized by the way she walked while (y/n) remained calm as she looked at the girl.

“I’m sure this was just a mistake but this is my chair”

(Y/n) realized who the girl was and started to laugh at the scene. (Y/n) placed her hand in front of her mouth before she tried to recollect herself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just that you are so cute. Ah precious”

“Who are you anyway?”

“Babygirl, I was hoping you could sit by my side tonight, please?”

Massimo interrupted the conversation since he could tell it was starting to move over towards the fighting side. Laura looked at her husband with confusion as (y/n) stopped laughing and crossed her legs in order to get more comfortable in her chair as she watched Massimo standing up to extend his hand to Laura. Laura looked at him, clearly frustrated that this strange woman got her way but did as she was told. (Y/n) looked at Massimo with a devilish smile.

“Babygirl?… That is so pathetic”

“What did she say?”

“Oh you don’t speak Italian? Shame, anyway let’s eat, I’m starving”

“Come on just ignore her”

Massimo whispered, unfortunately for him (y/n) heard him loud and clear. That’s when her rage decided to take over her brain, the table was big and full of plates for them to choose. 

“Ignore? Is that how you treat your only source of protection? Well then, I’m going to just excuse myself”

She got up and turned away but what they didn’t see is that with her free hand she had grabbed a handful of the table cloth, as she walked away she started to slowly pull it making all the plates and expensive glasses fall and scatter around the floor and with one final pull everything was knocked off.

“Let’s see how you ignore this”

“You little stubborn b-”

Before Massimo could finish he tried to stand up but was stopped by (y/n)s bodyguards who pushed him back in the chair and pointed their guns at his head. 

“Good Night everyone”

(Y/n) said without looking back but made sure to slam the door behind her leaving everyone shocked and angry.

-

(Y/n) decided to take a nice shower after she asked the staff to deliver a dish for her in her room. (Y/n) was known for keeping her cool, for thinking first and acting second, hell that’s what made her different from her brother, yet she was acting like a brat every chance she got, causing chaos and was just overall unprofessional. That was the only thing she regrets, he got under her skin, made her act irrational and crazy.

She put her robe on and walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair with a towel. Her mind wandering around only one thing, him. The hold he had on her was still strong or else she wouldn’t be reacting like this, she wouldn’t even help him let alone get herself on a plane and offer her knowledge in order to find the source of evil.

“Feel better?”

(Y/n) yelped at the groggy voice that took her by surprise. She spun around and her eyes were met with Massimo sitting on the other side of her bed. (Y/n) clenched the cleavage of her semi open robe in order to hide her naked skin while he stared at her with amusement. He had been waiting for her for about 10 minutes, he also thought that she had heard him come in, lucky for him this was a way better situation.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“What am I doing at my house?”

“In my room I mean, don’t act stupid”

“No don’t worry, I’ll leave that up to you”

Massimo responded as he got up from her bed. (Y/n) laughed once again at his smart remark, the banter between them was always a part of their…. bond, that was the only thing that they still had, both of them liked to talk back to one another. Massimo started walking towards her slowly never breaking eye contact. (Y/n) took a small step back while her hand stretched in front of her to show him that he should stay put

“Don’t you make another step”

(Y/n) instructed him, surprisingly Massimo froze, he wanted to push her buttons although his goal wasn’t to make her uncomfortable, honestly he didn’t know what his goal was, he just knew he wanted some time with her alone, especially after he got an earful from his wife about why he lets her get away with acting disrespectful to them, he had to admit that Laura was right, (y/n) has only been here for less than 24 hours and she had already gotten away with so much.

Now they were just left looking at one another, eyes locked and silence filling the space between them. (Y/n) felt her chest get heavy and her hands immediately got cold, she was nervous around him which shouldn’t be happening anymore. She bit her lower lip making it disappear in her mouth and between her teeth hoping it would prevent her from saying something she shouldn’t

“Why are you here amore?”

“Don’t fucking call me that”

Massimo called her amore way back when, it was one of his nicknames for her and her favorite. Now he was married and had been out of her life for years, so the last thing she needed was him scratching a wound that took years to heal, if you can even say it had been healed.

She took a few steps back in order to rest at the vanity table for a moment in an attempt to think of what she has to say. She put her head down letting her damp her cover her face and shield her as she took a deep breath through her nose so she can decompress, she raised her head once more to take one good look at his face

“I came here to help you, cause unlike you I own up to my promises”

“What I did was wrong, I know that”

“You mean more of what you didn’t do and please be specific on Which one are we talking about? Ignoring me after your dad died? not picking up my calls? Not coming to my dad’s funeral? Not even inviting me to your… wedding?”

“How could I inv-”

“Why? Too embarrassed? Well I guess that makes sense why you wouldn’t want me there, it would be surreal to have me there clapping while you walked out of the church holding hands with your new wife”

“(Y/n) please let’s-”

“let’s what Massimo? Pretend like you didn’t fuck up, I have forgiven a lot but unfortunately for you I am not willing to talk anymore I’m talked out and I just… Jesus Christ this is insane”

She turned her back on him and took a few steps to look outside the window, it was one thing to see her yell at him but as soon as she felt her eyes get full of tears she had enough. Massimo heard the crack at her voice, he saw her eyes getting a bit more shinny, however he chose to not point it out, he chose to stay silent and let her have a moment since he too felt like he deserved the harsh words.

(y/n) took a few breathes and closed her eyes, she was a professional at hiding her vulnerability, it has been the first time in years that she felt so out of control and if she was remembering right it was Massimo that had caused her last crying fest.

She spun around to face him once more, her lips pursed at a thin line and her arms on her waist in a clear defensive stance.

“what do you want Massimo? Why are you in this room”

“I don’t know, I wanted to see you, I miss-”

“No, no don’t say that, anything but that… you know what just drop it Massimo. I’m here cause I… wanted to help you, once again I’m here for you in your time of need even though you don’t deserve my kindness or help, so take this as my last nice gesture and then I will be out of your life so you can live your happily ever after. Now, get out of my room and go play house with your shiny toy”

Massimo could tell she was hurt, her arms crossed over her chest after her rant and her chest rose up due to her heavy breathing, the best thing was that she was still looking at him straight in the eye, the difference was that instead of her arrogant and strong gaze, her eyes were soft, sad and here demeanor showed vulnerability, it almost reminded him of how she was that night, the only thing was that back then he was able to hug her, console her, now he wasn’t even allowed to be closer than 5 feet from her.

His heart ached for her and being the cause of her outburst was causing him so much more guilt than he already had,he clicked his tongue before he placed his hands In his pockets and walked away with his body facing the door. 

“Goodnight…. Amore”

Massimo was already at the door with it half opened when he said that and with a snap (y/n) was back to her usual tactics and grabbed a pillow to throw it at him, Massimo had enough time to get out of the room and closed the door so the pillow went straight to the wooden door.

“Fuck off Massimo”

(Y/n) said loud enough for him to hear from the other side. He smirked at her snapping at him, yet he kept thinking about what she had said, having her in this house brought back all the memories and emotions he had thought he had forgotten.

This was not going to be easy but it never was when it came to her she was always like this, stubborn, mouthy, prideful and relentless, its what made her… (Y/n)

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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

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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

Pairing: Massimo Torricelli x Reader

 Warning(s): extreme violence, language, brief smut

 Summary: As you struggle to confess a secret, Massimo receives a lesson that his pride has thus prevented him from understanding: nobody is safe, nobody is untouchable.

A/N: Forgive me! This was a tough one and there’s more drama to follow in the next part.

 PART ONEPART TWOPART THREEPART FOURPART FIVE PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN EPILOGUE

You awoke to the feeling of Massimo’s butterfly kisses along your bare back and shoulder blades, instinctively smiling even as your eyes remained closed. You arched your back and found delight in the way his manhood lightly brushed against your skin. Every morning for the past three months was like this. Every night you two would make love until you both had your fill or would take late night strolls around the estate, the rose garden being your favorite place to walk hand-in-hand with him. Other nights you would simply laugh and talk about everything. Every morning you awoke to kisses or, more rarely, you woke up before Massimo to return the favor. Other times, you would just stare down at the other, a smile always present on both of your faces. You quickly realized that falling asleep in Massimo’s protective arms was one of the best feelings in the world. The nightmares would occasionally rear their ugly heads from time to time. There had been plenty of nights you woke up to Massimo flailing around, crying out for his father or for Laura or that you scared Massimo half to death with your own sobs/screams. You doubted the nightmares would ever fully go away, but having someone there to wake you from them was a comfort you never took for granted.

Jealousy occasionally reared its’ ugly head when he’d have the nightmares about Laura, but they had subsided little by little as more time went on. You detested that you felt such a petty, cruel emotion when your father had been the one who caused her death, but the nights where Massimo murmured her name as a tear or two escaped his still closed eyes still managed to be your least favorite kind of nights. You wondered if you’d always feel this way; second-best to Laura. Whether you would ever measure up or if Massimo was just settling for you because you were available. You would never admit it aloud, but you were insecure when it came to the question of whether Massimo truly loved you or not. Rather than stew on it and drive yourself mad, you did your best to enjoy the good times with the mob leader. You grew impossibly close over the past year, despite being surrounded by the violence that this life brought upon. You knew now that you really did love him, and you prayed his feelings were genuine as well.

The past three months had been the happiest of your life. Massimo silently felt the same as he stretched his body over yours’, a small, tired smile gracing his lips as he turned your head to kiss you. He hadn’t known he could ever feel this content. Even with Laura, it had never felt this serene and soothing. Their relationship was built on lust and passion; turbulent emotions. With you, despite your initial meeting, the relationship had what his with Laura lacked. You two dedicated the time to get to know each other, familiarizing each other with the other’s demons. You kept him anchored the to Earth so that he would not fly too close to the sun and burn. In turn, he opened your eyes and provided the tools to face your fears, slowly drawing you out of your once shy, naïve state. You could relate to his trauma, to his pain in ways Laura could never even comprehend. Whether he would ever swallow his pride to admit it or not; you two were made for each other.

His honey brown eyes rested on you left hand, and for a split second, he imagined what it would look like with a diamond ring on it. He allowed himself to ponder how a life with you would look like years from now. A lazy morning making love as the sun rose along the hills. The thought of you, smiling and looking back at him as you strolled through the garden as you rested your hands on a full stomach. The sound of a child’s laugh followed by little feet running around the mansion. Family portraits, holidays, dropping the kids off at school, the little whispers before you fell asleep in each other’s arms, walking around the same rose garden even if it was in a wheelchair or with the assistance of a walker/cane. Massimo wanted it all. As he stared into your e/c hues, shining as the morning sun snuck in through the French doors of the balcony, he realized he never wanted anything more than to see those eyes for the rest of his life.

‘’Principessa,’’ his deep voice laced with sleep sent delightful shivers down to your core as you turned to face him.

You just grinned as your index finger traced along his jaw. ‘’Amore,’’ you nodded upwards, nose brushing against his as you held each other, the early Spring weather filling the room with a gentle breeze. Massimo just pressed a kiss to your forehead.

‘’What’s on the agenda for today?’’ you yawned, rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes as your lover traced invisible patterns along your exposed back.

‘’This afternoon I’m taking you to the pier, we’ll go shopping for a bit, have a nice dinner later this evening. No attacks, no hits, no heists, no interruptions.’’

You looked up at him at that, hand resting on his bare chest as you traced the tattoo on his pectoral. ‘’And for right now?’’ He grinned at that, leaning down to kiss you, hand resting on one side of your hips as the other cradled your head. You returned his kiss, the atmosphere in the room steadily becoming more erotic as your tongues battled for dominance. You won; another rare occurrence. Massimo moved to get on top, only for you to gently hold his shoulder down as he quirked a brow up at you.

‘’I want to be on top this morning,’’ you explained between kisses, nipping at his neck as you swung your leg over his and straddled him.

The sound he made was nothing short of delicious. His cock stood at full attention and the sight alone was enough to make you slick with your own juices as you two continued kissing and fondling each other.

‘’Anything for my queen,’’ he joked, though there were hints of seriousness and truth in it.

‘’Then shut up and let your queen take her throne,’’ you laughed, taking hold of his girth and swiping him through your sensitive folds. You both gasped when his head entered your tight hole. No matter how many times you made love or Massimo brutally, deliciously fucked you on the closest flat surface, you were always tight for him. You cried out his name as you impaled yourself on his manhood; taking your throne.

An hour or two had passed and Massimo had reluctantly left your room to enter his office after your shower together. You couldn’t help but smirk at the way he lazily walked out of your shared room, a sort of sense of accomplishment fluttering within you at the effect you had on him. You yourself walked outside, choosing to eat your breakfast by the pool this morning. The smell of apples and the other various fruits and waffles normally led to your stomach growling, but this morning you couldn’t stand the overwhelming sweet scents. You picked up a glass of ice water and a croissant and sat by the pool’s edge.

‘’Breakfast is the most important meal of the day you know, cara (dear),’’ a voice startled you.

You instantly looked over your shoulder, only to relax at the sight of Mario standing there with a cup of coffee in his big bear hands. Your startled expression instantly melted into a welcoming smile.

‘’Mario. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you walk over,’’ you apologized, moving to get up to properly greet him.

‘’Sit, bella. I just came to get some breakfast before we head out into town,’’ he explained as he took a seat at the circular table.

‘’You’re coming?’’

He nodded over his long sip of black coffee. ‘’Of course, I’m Massimo’s guard dog. I have to keep my eyes and ears open at all times around that boy,’’ he joked, wrinkles crinkling along his forehead. You smiled, nodding your head.

‘’Has he apologized to you yet?’’ you asked, hoping you weren’t overstepping any boundaries. Massimo had mentioned the fight between the two that resulted in the hot-headed Torricelli decking his most loyal confidant square in the jaw, to your displeasure. You respected Mario, greatly. He had been kind to you from the get-go. Along with you, he kept Massimo tethered and level headed; as best as one could, anyway.

‘’He told you about that, eh?’’ he scoffed, a smile threatening to peak through his usually stern face. You nodded slowly.

‘’A while ago. He told me you have never fought like that in all the years he’s known you. He told me…he told me you have been the only father he’s known since Mr. Torricelli’s death.’’

Mario smiled sadly at that, shaking his head as he set his mug down. He looked over at the garden, not really examining the flowers, but simply collecting his thoughts. ‘’I love that boy like he was my own son. His temper gets the best of him at times, you above anyone should know that.’’ You nodded.

‘’You didn’t like her, did you? Laura,’’ you asked as your gaze landed on a copper-colored dragonfly nearby. It gently kissed some yellow roses before taking off in the nearby fields.

Mario let out a sigh and you were afraid you had finally crossed the line. ‘’No. Miss Biel was a beautiful woman, intelligent, strong in certain aspects. But she had no clue about what this life entailed. She never loved Massimo…only what he could provide for her. She was never meant for. . .for this. That said, she didn’t deserve what she went through. The kidnapping, her death. None of it.’’

You agreed wholeheartedly, biting your lip as you looked down into the pool. Her death. What your father did to her. You shook your head.

‘’Stop carrying around that guilt, y/n,’’ Mario ordered, catching you off guard.

‘’My father-‘’

‘’Is a vile man. But his sins are not yours’ to repent. Massimo’s father, he always said the sins of the father should not be passed onto the child. You need to stop carrying Laura’s death, your mother’s death around. It’ll only weigh you down, cara.’’

You let out an unsteady breath. ‘’I don’t know how,’’ you confessed. You heard Mario sigh as he scooted the chair closer to you. You looked up to see him struggle to put his thoughts into words. It reminded you of how Massimo acted when he was deep in thought.

‘’Years ago, I was married. She was my childhood sweetheart and I loved her more than my own existence,’’ he began. Your lip twitched upward at that.

‘’We had a daughter; Alessia. And soon I had two loves in my life. My sun and my star,’’ Mario reminisced, a fond smile on his face and a certain twinkle in his aging eyes.

‘’My wife knew what my job consisted of, protecting Massimo and his father and whatnot. She never once stopped me, even if she knew that every time I walked out of our house I may not come back. One day, I was with Mr. Torricelli as he taught Massimo how to kick a soccer ball. I had received a call, anonymous of course. A rival of the Torricelli family had managed to find out where I lived, and they had called to tell me that I either bring them Massimo for them to hold for ransom, or they would kill my wife and daughter.’’

Your hand clamped over your mouth as your eyes widened in horror. You suddenly became very cold and very nauseous.

‘’I’m ashamed to say this. I have never told anyone. I was in charge of dropping Massimo off at his private school, he couldn’t have been older than eight years old. I considered doing it, I really did. I loved my girls more than anything. But here was this kid, this child with one dimple and a missing front tooth going on and on about soccer and how much he hoped he could be like his father one day,’’ Mario’s eyes brimmed with tears, a shaky hand coming up to touch his mouth so that he could prevent himself from breaking out into sobs.

You swatted at your own tears as you listened intently.

‘’In the end I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t do that to his parents. And I couldn’t do that to Massimo. I handed him his lunch sack, escorted him to class, hugged him, and you know what he said?’’ tears escaped his eyes at this point as he met your tearful gaze.

‘’He told me, ‘Mario, you’re my best friend’ and then his little legs ran off to join his peers.’’

You reached up and held Mario’s hand in yours, gripping it as if you could transfer all of the comfort in you into that hand. He returned the gesture, sniffling as he continued.

‘’I never saw my family after that. Mr. Torricelli had his men look for months. They had found the men who had taken them, but to this day I don’t know what happened or where they could be. And I carry the guilt of what I dragged them into, to this very day. And the thought of even ever considering giving that boy up to those men is a guilt of just as equal weight.’’

‘’That’s the saddest thing I have ever heard,’’ your voice was meek and soft, like a mouse. Mario shook his head.

‘’I shared my story with you as a cautionary tale. No child should have to pay for their father’s sins. Remember that, y/n,’’ he patted your hand as he slowly got up.

‘’Massimo doesn’t know…does he?’’ he asked, looking back at you.

You just stared up at him, shaking your head ‘’no.’’ Mario smiled the tiniest of smiles, nodding his head.

‘’Please don’t say anything yet,’’ you whispered.

‘’My lips are sealed. For you, a million times over,’’ he crossed his heart and turned to leave.

You sat at the edge of the pool, staring at your distorted reflection. You held your hands to your abdomen and allowed yourself to shed a tear for Mario’s wife and daughter.

Massimo knew something was troubling you the moment the two of you sat in the limo. You were radiant, as usual. But a sad look in your eyes was unable to escape his hawkish gaze. He held your hand in his, thumb stroking your palm as Mario drove you to the pier. His gesture caused you to take your eyes off the oceanside scenery out of the window and turn to him, an small smile on your lips as if to reassure him.

‘’What’s wrong, bella?’’ Massimo whispered.

You glanced at the three unmarked cars following the limo; security. You brought Massimo’s hand to your lips, a billion thoughts running through your head.

‘’I love you.’’

Massimo smiled at that, kissing your soft lips. ‘’I love you too, amore.’’ Your smile brightened at that.

‘’Alright, you two, we’re here,’’ Mario chuckled, opening the side door for you two and helping you up.

‘’Thank you, Mario,’’ you offered a sad smile at the elder man.

‘’For you, a million times over.’’

You and Massimo walked slowly along the pier. You had forgotten how much you loved the sound of the waves crashing along the shore, the taste of the sea salt on your lips.

‘’I love that look,’’ Massimo grinned, nodding his head at you.

‘’What look?’’ you scoffed, a playful grin on your lips.

‘’That look, like you’re in Heaven,’’ he chuckled, pulling you in closer and pressing a kiss to your temple, teasingly tugging at your hair.

‘’How do you know that I’m not?’’ you teased.

You never got tired of Massimo’s laugh. The sky blossomed into orange and pink hues, the waves looking almost like a dark purple along the horizon. Mario along with two security guards trailed a yard or so behind you, faithful as a hound dog. You sighed, pulling Massimo aside and offering a small smile. He noticed your apprehension and immediately tensed, searching your eyes.

‘’What is it, principessa?’’

You sighed, struggling to find a way to tell him. You looked back at Mario, who nodded his head behind his sunglasses to encourage you. You turned back to Massimo, cradling the side of his face with your palm.

‘’I love you. I didn’t think it would be possible after everything that has happened with us. But now I know that those things are part of the reason I love you. You drive me crazy and infuriate me at times, but there’s nobody else who makes me feel the things you do. You saved me in more ways than you could ever possibly understand,’’ you rambled, heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

Massimo’s face held the most genuine smile as his hands cupped your face. His eyes searched you, encouraging you to open up, to spit it out. You took a deep, deep breath and your eyes fluttered shut, brows furrowed as you mustered up the courage to tell him.

‘’Massimo I-‘’

‘’SNIPER!’’

You gasped as you were tackled onto the ground by Massimo, protectively shielding your body as a storm of bullets broke out.

‘’Are you alright?’’ it terrified you how scared Massimo sounded. Massimo worried and fussed, but you had never once seen him so scared. Not even on the night you were almost assaulted by those drunkards, not when the heist escalated into a shootout, nothing compared to how fearful he looked right now. You nodded your head as you shuffled down the boardwalk together, you let out a sharp scream every time a bullet whizzed close to you.

‘’Keep moving! I got you, I got you, baby,’’ Massimo panted, occasionally turning to fire a bullet of his own. You didn’t dare look back, you just kept crawling until you miraculously reached one of the cars as Massimo thrusted his fist through the driver’s side window.

‘’That’s her, get her! y/f/n says she is to be unharmed!’’ one of the shooters shouted.

Massimo snarled, firing a shot that took off one man’s head as you two hurried into the car.

‘’Where’s Mario?!’’ you screamed between your sobs, Massimo quickly buckling his and your seatbelt as he stomped on the gas. You felt like you were having an anxiety attack as you focused on the shards of glass still imbedded in Massimo’s knuckles.

‘’I don’t know! Fuck!’’ his fist hit the steering wheel as he slammed on the gas.

You shrieked as he hit a man, running him over only to back up until he heard the sickening ‘’crunch.’’ You were going to vomit.

‘’Take this, and if you see anyone following us, you shoot,’’ Massimo ordered as he handed you a Beretta pistol.

You nodded, shaking as you looked behind the two of you, heart threatening to jump out of your chest at any moment. Thankfully, no one was there, but neither was Mario or the other security men. Still, you held an iron grip onto the pistol, ready to take the shot. ‘Aim to kill, aim to kill,’ you repeated mentally despite your shaken state.

‘’We need to go back, we have to,’’ you whimpered, head pounding and ears ringing from the bullets.

Massimo quickly pulled his phone from his pocket, and you could feel the anxiety emitting from his raging body.

‘’Massimo,’’ Mario’s voice caused you both to sigh in relief, you placing a hand over your heart.

‘’Dammit, Mario, where are you?’’

‘’Don’t worry, me and Claudio got one of the vans. We’re doing a perimeter check right now, but we think we took them all out. We got them,’’ Massimo visibly relaxed at that, the panic washing over his face.

‘’Idiot, get back to the house as soon as you can, we’re going to drive around, make sure nobody’s tailing us.’’

‘’Be careful.’’

He hung up at that, sighing as he rubbed his hand over his face before turning to look you over.

‘’Are you ok, principessa?’’

You nodded, still calming yourself down. ‘’I was so scared Massimo,’’ you admitted, pinching the bridge of your nose as your brain struggled to process what exactly just happened. Massimo held your hand in his, taking the gun away from you as he held you tight.

‘’I would never have let anything happen to you, amore,’’ he swore.

‘’I know. I know.’’

Your hand still felt the weight of the gun the entire drive home.

You had never been so happy to be back in the mansion. The weight of the ordeal made itself known the moment you stepped into yours and Massimo’s room. You collapsed at the foot of the bed, head held in your hands as Massimo slowly took off his jacket and button up shirt.

You looked up, analyzing the man who stood in front of you. The realization that you could have lost Massimo made you want to lock yourself up in this room and never leave. The thought of him risking his life every single time he walked out that front door left a bitter taste in your mouth. You wondered if this was how Mario’s wife felt every time he would leave. Would you share her fate? Or your mother’s? Or Laura’s? How much longer could you live in this desert oasis with Massimo before this life wrestled it out from underneath you two.

You shook your head, rubbing your temples at the thought of it.

‘’Y/n, look at me,’’ Massimo’s calm voice broke the silence.

You slowly dropped your hands, meeting his gaze.

‘’I could have lost you,’’ your voice had never sounded so small before.

‘’Oh, amore,’’ his eyes softened as he knelt on the ground before you and took your face into his hands.

‘’You’ll never lose me,’’ he swore, stroking your cheek bones as you collapsed into his arms. No tears were shed, you had run out long ago. The weight of the day took its’ toll on the two of you. Slowly you shed each other’s close, whispering sweet promises and nothings as he thrusted into you and allowing yourself to finally feel everything you couldn’t express earlier during the chaos. He continued to whisper softly to you even as you laid asleep, his release slowly escaping your sex as both of your hands rested along your stomach. Your light snores brought the smallest of smiles to his lips as he kissed your cheek.

‘’I love you.’’

It wasn’t until a few hours past midnight that Massimo had awoken to the sound of his phone ringing. He hurriedly answered it without even checking the number out of fear of waking you, stumbling to his office down the hall to not wake you up.

‘’Hello?’’ his groggy voice answered. He figured it was probably Mario with information on the shooting.

‘’Did you really think I’d only send a handful of my men to retrieve my daughter?’’

Massimo was wide awake the second he heard your father’s voice. His jaw clenched as he shut the door to his office, locking it. You didn’t need to hear this.

‘’You son of a bitch,’’ Massimo snarled, pure rage coursing through his veins.

‘’I had told them to aim for your head, but if men like us want something done right, I suppose we have to do it ourselves, eh?’’ his voice was borderline demonic as he chuckled.

‘’What sort of game are you trying to play with me, old man?’’

‘’Oh, no, Massimo. No games. Games are for children.’’

‘’Yeah, you’d know all about children considering what you’ve done, you sick bastard.’’

‘’We all have to make a living, Mr. Torricelli. Do not judge me for providing for my family while your holier-than-thou father got himself shot by being a passive, pathetic excuse for a mobster.’’

Massimo’s eye twitched at that; his knuckles white from gripping his phone far too hard.

‘’What do you want, y/f/n?’’ he struggled to reign in his anger.

‘’I want compensation for all of my men you’ve slaughtered and damage to lost property. From here on out I will get 50% of your sales, you don’t conduct any business unless I give the ‘ok’. I want a very public apology for that sick video you sent of my daughter and for defiling her with your filthy prick. And I want my daughter back home.’’

Massimo scoffed, leaning against his desk for some stability.

‘’She knows exactly what you are. She hates you. She wants to see you burn.’’

‘’The same way that whore of yours’ burned in the backseat?’’

Massimo’s nostrils flared, heat rising to his face as he slammed his fist against the desk. The sound made your father laugh.

‘’Did I hit a nerve?’’

‘’You will not see a single euro from me. The only apology you’ll ever get is being sorry I didn’t kill you sooner to save y/n grief. And you’re never seeing her again, I’ll make sure of that. You’re very bold or very stupid or both to be making such demands since three of my men took out a handful of your snipers.’’

Your father let out a cruel, chilling laugh that filled Massimo with dread.

‘’Like I said, did you really believe I’d only send a handful if I wanted to bring y/n home? Today was a message, a warning to you: return her to me, or else.’’

‘’Return her? She’s not your property. You have no advantage over me, I’ll cut your throat as you sleep and watch your sheets turn red. I’ll ruin the empire you’ve built, I’m taking it all from you.’’

The sound of a video call brought Massimo out of his rant.

‘’Answer it,’’ your father ordered.

Reluctantly, Massimo pressed ‘accept’ and his jaw fell open the minute he figured out what he was looking at.

He initially thought it was a sick joke, a prop even. But when the pitiful creature started groaning in excruciating pain, he knew it was certainly not a joke.

‘’Mario!’’

‘’Your lapdog put up an impressive fight; it took half a dozen of my men to bring him in,’’ your father’s face blocked the bloodied and beat body of Mario.

‘’Let him go you fucking bast-,’’

A faceless man delivered a sickeningly blow to Mario’s jaw, a distinct crack could be heard throughout the office.

Massimo’s vision blurred with tears, his breathing uneven and shallow as your father’s men continued to beat the only father he had known the past seven years.

‘’Let him go! Stop! STOP!’’ Massimo kept repeating as blow after blow continued to rain down on his closest confidant, the sad groans and yelps and screams were too much to handle as Massimo sobbed and roared and prayed it would end as he fell to his knees on the carpeted floor.

‘’PLEASE.’’

Your father held up a hand at that; the beating immediately ceased. Massimo shakily held his phone, your father simply gave him a smug, casual look as the men laid Mario on the concrete ground. Massimo was afraid he was already dead, but the shallow wheezing and groaning told him otherwise.

‘’I think you understand my point,’’ your father sighed, the phone zooming in on Mario’s swollen and battered face. He was nearly unrecognizable.

‘’M-m-massi. . mo,’’ he wheezed out.

‘’Apologize and I’ll show mercy,’’ your father commanded. Massimo ran a hand down his face, tasting the salty tears as he huffed and sniffled.

‘’Please…I’m sorry.’’

A distinct snap from your father’s fingers echoed in the unknown room they currently occupied. One of the larger men who had been beating Mario stepped forward, raised his large leather boot above Mario’s face, and then came stomping down.

Massimo didn’t even care about waking anyone up as he screamed, cursed, sobbed as the boot kept stomping down. It felt like hours had passed until it had finally stopped. Massimo gagged through his cries, continuously throwing his head back against the hard surface of his desk. Mario’s last words was his name, and yet he was completely helpless in preventing his death. Another person he failed to protect; another light snuffed out too early because of him.

‘’You see? That’s my mercy. These things happen all the time in mafia wars, you should’ve known that the day those men shot your father. The day I set that bitch ablaze in the back of your limo. And yet, here I am putting down your faithful guard dog. Don’t make me demonstrate another example, Massimo. Who knows who it’ll be next? And don’t ever think I’m above killing my own family to do what has to be done. Nobody is safe, not even my daughter.’’

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Pairing: Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Warning(s): violence, language, potentially triggering discussions, Smut

Summary: Time moves you forward and you begin to see visions of what could be, rather than holding resentment of what could have been. A new ruler potentially rises to the throne.

 PART ONEPART TWOPART THREEPART FOUR PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN EPILOGUE

You watched with careful eyes as Massimo and his men hunched over the impossibly large desk. Various maps, portfolios, mug shots of men you vaguely recognized littered the office. Right now, one of Massimo’s higher-ups was arguing with Mario about an offensive attack on one of your father’s major sites. From what you had heard in the few moments you had spent eavesdropping; the site was located by the shipping yards in lower Sicily. You easily recognized the place as where your father had previously told you to be the area he stored ammunition and miscellaneous supplies. You resisted the nauseous feeling in your stomach when you pieced together that it was not simply ammunition your father kept there, but where he overlooked the trafficking of countless women and children.

‘’We need to attack them at dawn! It is the only time they will be at their most vulnerable. Y/f/n doesn’t change the guards, they’ll be too exhausted to properly fight back,’’ a man growled out in frustration. Massimo sighed, his eyebrows furrowed in both annoyance and stress.

‘’And how do you propose we do that? We cannot simply show up in limos with guns ready. We need to carefully plan this out or we risk losing the war entirely. We need to catch them off guard,’’ Mario’s gruff voice countered, thick index finger tapping the surface of the desk repeatedly to drive home his point.

The way Massimo’s jaw clenched was not lost on you. You would be lying if you had said it didn’t amuse you to see the Torricelli leader pouting like a boy who was just scolded. You would also be lying if you had said it didn’t bother you seeing him so stressed out. To make matters worse, it was your own flesh and blood that was causing all of this strife. A lump arose in your throat as black and white photos of missing children and young women took up a majority of the bulletin boards. Their eyes watched you, pleaded with you.

‘’If I may, gentlemen,’’ you interjected, taking the opportunity to enter the room quietly.

Every man raised their heads to rest their gaze on you. Mario’s face softened, as well as Domenico’s. Some men scoffed at the sight of their enemy’s daughter sashaying into the office like she had a right to be here. Some gulped in fear; whether it was because of who your family was or your relationship with Massimo, you didn’t know. But regardless if they hated you or were indifferent, they all respected you. They wouldn’t dare cross Massimo Torricelli. Massimo looked straight into your eyes, one corner or his mouth twitched upward in a crooked smirk as his eyes remained soft with flickers of amusement.

‘’Principessa,’’ he nodded in your direction.

‘’I want to help,’’ your arms folded over your chest as you stood opposite of Massimo across the desk. You steeled your nerves as you felt all eyes on you. ‘Be a mobster…think like a mobster,’ you mentally chanted.

‘’Y/n, this is too close to you. It’s not the kind of matters I want you involved in,’’ Massimo spoke slowly, straightening his posture from behind the desk as if to assert his dominance. You resisted the urge to clench your jaw and pout.

‘’I’m aware it is too close to me. That is exactly why you need me, Mr. Torricelli. I know these men you are hunting. I know where my father’s warehouses are. You need me if you want to get to these men, they won’t expect me to be helping you. It’ll buy you and your men enough time to get into position. If you want to win this battle, by all means go right ahead and argue amongst yourselves. But if you want to win this war, let me help.’’

Massimo blinked once or twice down at you. His men were deathly silent as they observed the exchange. They blinked as their fearless leader was being countered by a little woman with fire in her eyes and determination in her voice. For a minute, you fit the exact profile of a mafia wife. A force to be reckoned with.

‘’It’s too dangerous, y/n,’’ Massimo’s voice softened, yet his gaze remained stern.

‘’Please,’’ you whispered, dropping your arms at your sides as you hoped your eyes could convey everything you wished to say.

‘’I need to make things right. I need to know there’s a way to be myself again; to be good again,’’ you continued.

Whether it was your pleading or your choice in words, you could visibly see you had struck a chord within the mafia leader. His brows were no longer furrowed and his demeanor physically relaxed. He glanced at Mario for a brief moment, interlocked in a brief, silent exchange before his eyes fell back on you.

‘’You will not put yourself in the line of fire and if I tell  you to run, you run. If I tell you to hide, you hide until the coast is clear. You follow every single command I give. You will do as I say and if I am shot, you leave me behind,’’ he demanded. You nodded without hesitation, though the thought of Massimo being shot sent a feeling of dread throughout your entire being.

‘’Of course.’’ Massimo nodded in hesitant approval, eyes glancing at his men surrounding the two of you. He leaned over his desk once more, eyes surveying the paperwork.

‘’Gentlemen, meet y/n y/l/n. Your new second in command.’’

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You gasped as the bullet proof vest weighed heavily on your shoulders. Massimo smirked at sensing your discomfort, shaking his head as he looked you over to ensure everything was alright.

‘’You know, I’m surprised you never had to wear one of these before,’’ humor as evident in his voice as he straightened the vest over your torso. You shrugged, looking up at him and analyzing the way his forehead crinkled when he was in deep thought. The way his soft lips pressed together in a firm line.

‘’I was a very sheltered child, Massimo. My father did everything he could to ensure this life wouldn’t touch me,’’ your words trailed off in deep thought. Massimo paused, eyes searching yours as he leaned down a bit to the point you could feel his warm breath gently brush your cheeks. He shouldn’t be allowed to look this good.

‘’No tears, principessa. Remember who you are,’’ his index finger tilted your chin so that you met his warm gaze.

‘’A y/l/n?’’

‘’A queen,’’ he corrected you with one of the most sincere smiles you had ever witnessed on the mafia leader’s face. You offered a smile in return, nodding slightly. It then became clear how close in proximity you two were to each other. You could nearly feel his lips touch yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. Massimo looked down, noticing the same. ‘I can’t lose her,’ he thought, resisting the urge to let out a shaky exhale. He opted to grab both of your hands in his and kissed your knuckles. His eyes held a tremendous amount of fear and apprehension beneath those long dark eyelashes of his.

‘’I need you…I need you to be safe,’’ he confessed, suddenly turning back into that vulnerable child that he resembled whenever he was scared.

Before you knew it, your hands encompassed the sides of his chiseled face. Your eyes looked deeply into his. ‘’This is going to work, Massimo. We’re going to do this,’’ you whispered comfortingly. His hands held yours closer to his face. His thumbs gently stroked the back of your hands. He nodded slowly, regaining his confidence.

‘’Together.’’

There had to have been a dozen all-black vans, tinted to ensure nobody would be able to see who inhabited them. You on the other hand were in a regular limo, one of Massimo’s men dressed in usual driver attire. The coat you wore easily hid the bulletproof vest, but your nerves planted the seeds of doubt and fear within you.

‘’Remember, you’re here on behalf of your father,’’ the man said, the outline of his gun strapped to his ankle was not lost on you. You nodded, looking forward.

It felt like only minutes passed, but the morning sunrise told you it had been at least a couple of hours since leaving Massimo’s estate. Before you knew it, the car door was opened for you and the sound of your heels clacking against the pavement echoed in the otherwise empty docks. Two men guarded the back entrance to the massive warehouse. Dozens of cargo containers littered the yards. You bit your lip to prevent the snarl that threatened to escape. Cargo.

‘’Who are you?’’ one of the men all-but-growled, the two of them taking the safety off of their rifles.

‘’I suggest you put those away, gentlemen unless you would like to explain to my father what happened to his only child,’’ you were shocked at how cold and menacing your own voice sounded. You could practically imagine the proud look on Massimo’s face as he listened from his location through the earpiece in your ‘’driver’s’’ ear.

‘’Miss y/l/n! My apologies, w-we thought you were-,’’

‘’Enough!’’ you snarled, hand raised to shut them up. They immediately obeyed, standing up straight and lowering their guns. The sniper who only seconds ago had his finger on the trigger to blow your brains out on the rooftop lowered his gun as well, but the way he looked at you unnerved you greatly.

‘’My father sent me here to ensure we’ve met this month’s quota. Do you have any objections to that or am I allowed to do my job?’’ you quirked a brow. They immediately stepped aside.

‘’Ahhh y/n! Bella!’’ a small, rat-like man came out of practically thin air, emerging from the warehouse in a faux designer blue suit. You assumed he was who your father placed in charge of this specific site.

‘’My father didn’t tell you I was coming?’’

‘’No! We thought you had still been…it doesn’t matter now, does it? Ha-ha! Finally taking your place on the family throne, eh?’’ the man grinned, nauseating you to your core. The corner of your lip twitched as he walked you to the yards that held massive metal carriers.

‘’I think you’ll be very impressed with this month’s selection,’’ he winked and it took every fiber of your being not to strangle this vile creature as he led you to one of the containers. The guards from earlier had their guns drawn as they opened the metal carrier with a loud clang.

Numb. You felt utterly and completely numb and sickened to your core all at once.

They huddled together as far to the back of the carrier as they could manage. At least 30 women, some your age and some far younger screamed and cried in fright. You didn’t notice you were shaking until you almost toppled over.

‘’Miss y/l/n?’’ the man in charge asked in concern. You shook him off. ‘’These damn h-heels,’’ you lied, regaining your balance. The look of distrust in his beady eyes was not lost on you.

‘’Yes. Perhaps you’d like a more thorough look,’’ his voice trailed off, nodding his head to one of the guards who grabbed a random woman and dragged her outside of the carrier, tossing her to your feet.

‘’Please! Please! Help!’’ she had to have been from the United States, maybe even Canada based off of her dialect. No older than you.

It all happened so fast. ‘’Boss! Gun!’’ was all you heard before your face was splattered with one of the guard’s blood. Shots were fired from every direction, the snipers that had been hiding on the rooftops appeared at the same time Massimo’s men emerged from their vans.

‘’Stay down! Stay close to me!’’ you yelled over the sounds of bullets, hovering over the terrified woman as you spread your body as much as possible to cover hers’.

‘’Oh my God!’’ some of the women screamed. Others screamed in foreign languages, surely frightened as they held each other and covered their eyes. You managed to lead the woman back into the safety of the carrier, the metal being too thick to be pierced by the wave of bullets, despite the petrifying noises they made. Even the thundering of the bullets ricocheting off the carriers couldn’t drown out the sounds of the women’s screams. You clenched your jaw, moving to exit the carrier.  

‘’No! No! Please don’t leave us! Not in here!’’ the woman begged, clinging to your coat. You held her hands firmly in yours as you leaned down to her level.

‘’Listen, I need to go out there and make sure none of the guards get near this container, ok? I’m one of the people who will get you out of here, I swear it. You have the protection of the Torricelli family now, and we’re going to get you home. I swear it.’’

You could tell your words did little to calm their fears, and you didn’t blame them. But you had managed to calm them enough to allow you to walk back out without them following you into open fire. You sent a look of careful reassurance, handing your coat to cover one of the shaking women before retreating back to take the gun that had belonged to the dead guard.

The only time you had ever held a gun in your life was when your father forced you to learn as a child. It had been years, and the guns you practiced with were never this large and powerful. ‘Aim to kill, not to maim,’ your father’s voice growled in your ear.

You hurriedly grabbed the rifle and took cover behind a pile of steal beams, breathing so hard that the possibility of passing out was an actual concern. ‘’Aim to kill, aim to kill, aim to kill,’’ you whispered, peeking out. Several men from both sides laid dead, including the man who had driven you here. You found some comfort in not seeing Massimo, Mario, or Domenico’s wounded forms laying out. You prayed they were alright. You prayed Massimo was alright.

‘’Ah!’’ you screamed as a hand snatched a fistful of your hair, dragging you backwards and throwing you onto your side, viciously kicking the gun away from you.

‘’You stupid, whore!’’ the rat-looking man in charge snarled down at you. Part of his ear had been blown off and blood splatter littered his cheap suit. The air left your lungs as he furiously kicked your stomach. He bent down and gripped your hair once more.

‘’You’re nothing! Nothing more than a whore to warm Torricelli’s bed! Traitor!’’ he screamed in your face as you violently fought against him. Your movements stopped the minute you felt the knife against your cheek.

‘’I’m going to cut that pretty face up, see how Massimo likes his slut then, hm? Then I’m going to gut you from head to toe. You’ll burn in hell right along with me,’’ the man snarled down at you, pressing the knife hard enough that if you moved an inch he would pierce your skin.

‘’Yeah, I’ll see you in hell, but you be sure to tell them that I sent you here,’’ you growled, knee drawing back before you landed a powerful kick to his groin.

He screamed in your face before yanking his fist back, tossing you back onto the ground as he moved to drive the weapon into your skin. You rolled over, instantly kicking his right leg with all of your might. It was a fight for survival as the two of you screamed and clawed and kicked against the other. In the midst of the chaos you had managed to kick the knife away from him, lunging to reach the rifle a few feet away from your grip. He tackled you, crawling towards the gun with a rabid look in his eye. You jumped forward, fingertips grazing the gun and holding it against your chest. Quickly taking the safety off, you grunted as the man’s fist made contact with the side of your face. The gun had gone off.

‘’Y/N!’’ Massimo called out, smoke from the exchange still clouded the yards.

It had been a miracle he had not been hit, and now a good dozen or more of your father’s best men were dead or in the process of dying. Massimo’s men were currently opening the numerous carriers, carefully escorting the women and young girls out and comforting them as they sobbed in both relief and from the trauma. But where were you?

Massimo ran around the yards, looking inside the warehouse, inside the carriers, ignoring the sounds of crying women and dying men. All he could focus on was finding you and the sinking feeling in his stomach, the clenching of his heart in his ribcage left him with the bitter taste of dread on his tongue. ‘I can’t lose her, not her. I can’t do it again,’ he kept repeating in his head. He screamed out in frustration, kicking the pavement and clutching his disheveled hair in his fists. He had lost you in the chaos, and now you were God knows where. Were you bleeding alone somewhere? Did someone survive and take you back to your father’s? Were you already dead?

The tears blurred Massimo’s vision; his breathing labored as his head spun. ‘Not again…not y/n,’ he prayed to any God that was willing to hear him out.

‘’FUCK!’’ he snarled, droplets of spit escaping his clenched teeth as he roared on.

‘’Massimo,’’ a weak voice croaked out behind him. His mouth hung open as he spun around.

‘’Y/n,’’ he ran to you before he could process it. His arms enveloped you in an embrace, burying himself in your unkempt hair. He pulled back just as you returned his embrace, heart falling in his chest.

‘’You’re bleeding,’’ he rasped out. The shaky, disturbed look in your eyes unsettled him greatly.

‘’It’s not my blood.’’

Massimo sighed. Both in relief and out of sorrow. He held you in his arms, nodding as you cried into his chest. His iron hold on you provided you with the exact comfort you needed as your sobs racked through your body. And as he met eye contact with the woman who you had given your coat to, a grateful, pitiful smile barely ghosting her lips as she was escorted out of this hell, Massimo felt tears stream down his cheeks.

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Time went on. Early summer slowly faded into fall, which drifted into a chilly winter. You gazed up at the clouds lazily stretch over the fields, past the rose garden. The cool air nipped at your cheeks and the tip of your nose as you leaned against the balcony of your room. You wondered where you would be had Massimo and you never crossed paths. Would you be at some dimly lit coffee shop, celebrating the end of your exams? Would you be tangled up in knitted blankets with a faceless lover, enjoying the late December frost? A stretch for sure, but you possibly could’ve been back home by the fire, excitedly telling your father about your semester in the states. Unaware of the horrors that he had committed in your home. Naïve of the monstrosities he had been a part of. You shivered, clutching your scarf. It had not been because of the cold.

You knew it did no good to reflect on the ‘’what ifs’’ and ‘’what could have beens’’ but they often clouded your mind like a thick fog. The nightmares still paid their nightly visits, visions of burnt cars and faceless victims screaming for help; their hands outstretched towards you as if meaning to claw the flesh from your bones. Your father’s face behind every single one of them, thick eyebrows raised as he waved in your direction, the flames aggressively dancing in his pupils.

‘’Cold, principessa?’’ Massimo’s voice caused you to tremble, looking over your shoulder as he studied you, giving you a quick look over to see if you were alright.

A small smile met your lips as your heart calmed at the sight of him leaned against the doorframe, his knitted sweater left your eyes eager to see more of him. If you tried hard enough you could smell his cologne and shampoo given the way the wind was blowing. You shook your head softly as your body relaxed.

‘’It’s not the cold that bothers me.’’

His gaze softened at the short answer. He didn’t need you to elaborate, he knew exactly what you were thinking about. He knew what your nightmares consisted of. The burning car, the countless victims, your father’s unsettling smile. He knew because he had the same nightmares too, only they zeroed in on a woman with brown hair with a baby in her hands. Sometimes her hair was cut short and dyed blonde, but she was always holding the same baby, and they were both always just out of reach. Massimo cleared his throat as he shook those thoughts away, taking his place next to you on the balcony. His eyes surveyed the lush fields as gray clouds loomed over the land.

Time had gone on, but you both were as lost as you had been nearly a year ago. You continuously thought about how and what could be done about the situation at hand. A truce between your father and Massimo was almost surely out of the question. Massimo had made it clear time and time again that he would not negotiate with someone who preys on the vulnerable and you knew your father was beyond reason at this point. Massimo had managed to kill a good portion of your father’s men after the first attack, including some relatives of yours. Thousands of women and children had been found and returned to their families, having the protection of the Torricelli clan. Word was spreading that y/f/n y/l/n’s reign of terror was coming to an end. And you didn’t need to be back home to imagine the rage your father possessed. You were scared of what the future held.

‘’I’m never going to be her…you know that right?’’ you stated without looking at him. You felt him tense up for a split second before he nodded.

‘’I know that.’’

You sucked in your bottom lip to prevent from crying, instantly regretting being so vulnerable around this man. You turned to leave before his words stopped you.

‘’I don’t want you to be like her…I want you. Just you.’’

Massimo’s hand gently folded over yours, a reassuring smile ghosting his lips as he continued looking out. It didn’t mean anything, it was a simple gesture, a December breeze across the pastures. His hand didn’t make it ok; it didn’t make anything ok. Sicily was still being torn apart by the mafia wars. Somewhere out there your father’s victims still suffered. You were no closer to righting your family’s wrongs. Why, then, did it feel so good to feel his hand in yours?

Without questioning it, your hand squeezed his as the two of you faced forward. You didn’t know what the future held for either of you. For all either of you knew you both could be gunned down by your father’s men or one of Massimo’s enemies. Yet, you leaned into his embrace and found comfort in the way you fit together. Like matching bookends or two sides of a locket.

‘’Y/n…,’’ Massimo began, unsure of how to continue.

You looked up at him, analyzing the smallest details of his face. How long had it been since you felt the weight of him on top of you? The stretch of his manhood inside of you?

‘’I know…I know,’’ your voice was barely above a whisper, the wind easily carrying it over the ledge. But he heard you. He always did.

He looked down at you, an unfamiliar look in those honey brown eyes. His long eyelashes fluttered as he struggled to map out his next words, eyes nervous. Another encouraging squeeze from your hand caused him to swallow his words, his Adam’s apple bobbing only slightly.

‘’I don’t know where to even begin,’’ he confessed almost defeatedly.

You listened intently, thumb stroking his scarred knuckles. You hung onto every word he spoked. ‘’Neither do I,’’ you admitted, eyes looking down at where your hands met. He was afraid and you were afraid. He had lost so much, as had you. You had both lost your way, under different circumstances. Two scared children, not knowing what the next right step was. Neither knowing what the future entailed. Fear and apprehension surrounded the two of you in a hazy fog as you stumbled over your thoughts. But there was also a glimmer of hope peeking through the smog. Maybe. Just maybe. Maybe there was a way to be good again.

You closed your eyes as you suddenly leaned forward to close the gap between the two of you, Massimo’s warm lips welcoming yours’ home. His strong hands cradled the back of your head as yours reached to cup his powerful jaw. You felt weightless as you melted into him. Kissing Massimo was very much like returning home from a long vacation; calm and warm and right. His arms encased you in a protective embrace, your lips moving together in a passionate dance for dominance. You didn’t deter when he playfully nipped at your bottom lip, rather you tugged at his knitted sweater.

When the two of you finally did pull apart you noticed a light in Massimo’s eyes that had been previously buried under mafia wars and the loss of his loved ones. He noticed the same in you as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, noses gently grazing each other’s as your thumbs stroked his cheek bones.

‘’Please,’’ you whispered.

You weren’t sure what you were asking for in that moment, but you prayed Massimo could find meaning to your hushed prayer. He did. Please don’t hurt me. Please help me find the good in myself and in this. Please stay by my side. Please never leave me.

His response was another passionate kiss to your lips as he slowly backed you into the warmth of your suite. His movements never ceased to be loving, but the dominance and desire quickly became more noticeable. You gasped when you fell backwards, only to land into the soft surface of your mattress. The burning in your cheeks had little to do with the weather as you stared up at this god-like man. Massimo’s gaze said everything that his voice could not. Total adoration, lust, and need swam in those honey brown eyes that you have slowly grown so fond of over these months.

‘’You’re so beautiful Y/n,’’ he whispered, sending chills down your trembling form.

The tiniest of smiles graced your lips as you leaned back up into a sweet, sensual kiss. His hands left a trail of flames as he explored your bare skin, articles of clothing being flung across the room until you were both stripped bare. As you laid back down, legs spread with Massimo kneeling between them, you truly saw him for the first time. He was dangerous. He was safety. He was sin. He was salvation. He was pride. He was humility. He was today. He was tomorrow. He was everything and more.

Massimo groaned as his eyes explored your naked form trembling beneath him. Your nipples were hardened from excitement, lips plump from the rough kisses, and your legs spread so that his eyes could linger on the tight wet hole of your womanhood. You were divine, truly. And Massimo soon found that he wanted to burn this image of you, of both of you together, into his memory and store it safely forevermore. The thought of waking up to this, of your face being the first thing he saw in the mornings and the last before he fell asleep, of your soothing voice pulling him back to reality and keeping him anchored, your gentle hands holding his to prevent him from acting irrationally, your laugh filling the rose gardens. The thought of you possibly growing round with his child. It all terrified him and brought him immense happiness at the same time. He couldn’t afford to lose another person. He couldn’t go through the grief of losing more of himself to this life.

‘’Massimo,’’ you whimpered, soft hand cradling the side of his face brought him out of his thoughts.

As he gazed down at you, his heart caught in his throat. The small smile on your lips was all he needed. The tiny stroke of your thumb gave him hope. Perhaps there was hope. Perhaps there was a way to be good again. For both of you.

You yelped as his lips wrapped around your right breast, suckling at your nipple as his hands mapped out your nude form. He peeked at you from behind those lashes, smirking as you fidgeted under him. As he alternated between sucking and nipping at your sensitive bud you gently clawed at his muscular back, etching the feel of his skin against yours into your memory.

Massimo pulled away, his breathing uneven and heavy from arousal. He moved to position himself between your legs before you stopped him, pressing your hand against his chest.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ his brows furrowed.

You simply pushed him down so that he laid on his back, crawling between his legs as his member stood proudly between them. You had nearly forgotten how thick he was. The tantalizing drop of precum threatened to drip and trace down the veins of his shaft. You nearly shuddered at the thought of him filling you to the brim. It had been too long.

Without a word you hovered above him, taking his lips into yours in a lover’s kiss. Before he could enjoy it too much you pulled away and began leaving a hot trail of open-mouthed kisses down his jawline, down his chest, down his abdomen, down to his groin. Your eyes flickered upwards to meet his gaze as you pressed a slow, sloppy kiss to the thick head of his cock.

‘’Fuck, principessa,’’ he hissed between his teeth, hands clenched as you slowly took him into your mouth.

Your hand gently pressed against his lower abs as you deep throated him. You shivered at the feeling of his hands tangling themselves into your hair and guiding you to a slow, firm pace.

‘’Mmmmmm,’’ you moaned around his cock, the vulgar noises echoing across the room as you were forced to take all of his girth. Your pussy clenched the moment you felt him in the back of your throat.

‘’That’s it, that’s it,’’ he grunted, heavy pants escaping his clenched jaw as he began bucking into your mouth. Your lips were swollen from the sheer force of his thrusts and you couldn’t help but gag as his cock invaded your velvet mouth. One hand gripped his thigh while the other clenched and clawed at the sheets as your whole body nearly shook from the force of his hips. You could feel your own arousal begin to wet your inner thighs.

Just as quickly as his hips moved, they stopped and his hands pulled you off of his manhood. You gasped, his precum thick and salty in your throat as you laid there like a fish out of water. The sounds of his groaning and heavy breathing sent jolts to your clit, sending your body into a fine frenzy.

‘’Ah!’’ you mewled when a thick finger slid through your folds, gathering up your slickness only to push it back into your tight pussy. His index and middle finger lazily scissored and thrusted into your tight canal. His free hand cradled the back of you neck as he hovered over you, the wet noises of his thrusting fingers into your tight hole was pure filth.

‘’All this from sucking me off, amor?’’ he teased as he pulled you to his chest, Massimo’s lips nipping at the sweet spot of your neck.

‘’M-Massimo,’’ you moaned, shaking in excitement. A kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then finally your lips.

‘’I know, love. I know,’’ his voice was like honey, and you became drunk on every word he spoke. It was like you were watching the two of you outside your body as you immediately laid on your back, legs spread and bent at the knee to reveal your intimacy to him. He resumed his place on top of you, your eyes analyzing the tattoos embedded in his skin.

One of his veiny hands gripped himself as he nudged your legs even further apart, using your wetness as lubricant. The thick head of his cock frequently tapped and prodded at your clit, teasing it. Massimo leaned down further, forehead pressed against yours as his free hand folded into your left one.

‘’I love you,’’ he whispered as he sunk into you.

The gasp that escaped your lips was in reaction to his confession as well as the way Massimo made you feel so full so instantly. Part of you wanted to pull away, the part of you that was afraid to be further involved in this sort of lifestyle. The part of you that knew what this man was capable of. The part that feared he was only trying to replace Laura.

However, the part of you that longed to stay with this man, both in life and physically connected to him, quickly silenced your fears. You gripped his hand with yours, throwing your head back and screaming his name as your tight walls wrapped around his thickness; welcoming him home.

‘’Mia regina, my queen,’’ he grunted as he began thrusting rapidly in and out of you. Your body jerked with his brutal movements.

‘’My king,’’ you gasped out, toes curling as he hit that sweet spot of yours.

Massimo grunted against your neck as you screamed and cried in utter pleasure. Angry red lines marked his back from your nails clinging onto him as he pistoned his hips against yours.

‘’Massimo, I can feel you stretching me,’’ you moaned, breasts bouncing as you felt his full balls slam against your swollen pussy lips. Massimo groaned in pleasure, gripping one of your breasts in his hand, pinching the nipple until you screamed as the other hand remained holding your own.

‘’Take it, amor, take everything,’’ he growled like a wolf in heat, thrusting madly into you.

‘’Massimo,’’ you whimpered, biting his shoulder as you clung to him for dear life, your walls becoming a vice as your orgasm was steadily approaching. You hadn’t thought it possible for Massimo to be more forceful with his thrusts, but the moment he felt you pulse around his cock he snarled into your neck and went in a series of deep, rapid thrusts. You cried out his name, tears of immense pleasure escaping your eyes as you threw your head deeper into his shoulder, creaming his entire length.

Massimo’s mouth flew open as he grunted, becoming lazy with his pace as he chased down his own relief. Your body bounced from under him as he thruster two, three, five times before filling your sore pussy and womb with his load. Thin coats of sweat adorned both of your bodies, his forehead pressed against yours as you caught your breath, twitching from the aftershocks of your powerful release. Without opening your eyes your lips met his in a post-sex kiss, the room was thick with the smell of you two. When you did open your eyes, you found Massimo already looking down at you. His eyes searched yours to make sure you weren’t in any pain. It made your heart clench as tears brimmed your eyes.

‘’I love you too.’’

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Pairing: Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Warning(s): language, violence

Summary: Your entire world is shattered from the revelation and you wonder where it all went wrong. Massimo deals with his inner demons and Mario decides it’s time to have an overdue chat.

A/N: There is still quite a few more chapters I’d like to add before concluding this story so don’t you worry! Enjoy!

 PART ONEPART TWO PART THREE PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN EPILOGUE

Fifteen days. 365 hours. That was how long you laid in bed, having ran out of tears about a week ago. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Massimo since he had revealed the source of your family’s wealth. You shuddered, burying your face deeper into the cool material of the sheets as your bottom lip trembled. Human trafficking. Your father had profited off and made his wealth through exploiting young women and children. Initially you refused to believe Massimo, chalking it up to another scare tactic or lie of his. That all changed when he dragged you to his office, manila folders and envelopes scattered around a large desk. Missing persons signs, transcripts, court documents. Photos. You vaguely remember vomiting when you saw black and white photos of your father overseeing large vans. The children. Massimo had shoved them all toward you, his face hard and unforgiving. Like the sight of you disgusted him. As you began hyperventilating Mario had tried intervening only for Massimo to order him out of the office, snarling like a rabid wolf as he slammed the door in Mario’s face.

‘There’s just one more thing I wanted you to see,’ he had told you.

You shakily took the photograph from his hands, gasping as the air left your trembling form.

It was clearly a posed photo, your father grinning and his hand up as if he were waving to the camera. He looked like the Devil himself. On either side of him were bodyguards, one holding a gun to Domenico’s head a he kneeled to the ground, hands raised in surrender. Behind them, a car set on fire. If you chose to, you could make out two forms in the backseat. Proof. Proof of what they had done. The only reason they had let Domenico live was to deliver their message, to make Massimo suffer further.

That had been where you passed out, and it felt like you hadn’t woken up since then even though you spent every night screaming and wailing like a banshee. You’d scream until your throat was raw. You cried until you fell back asleep only to repeat the process when you woke up. You hadn’t felt the sun on your skin in over two weeks, although both Domenico and Mario among a few cleaning women gently encouraged you to get up. Massimo wasn’t keeping you locked away, this was your own self-inflicted punishment. Your own choice, at long last you finally made a choice for yourself. Each time you showered you would wait until the water was scalding hot and would scrub away at yourself until your skin was an angry pink color. You curled into yourself further, scoffing. As if that could change who your father was, as if that could change the fact that you had the blood of a murderer, a monster running in your veins.

‘What did you expect? Stupid girl,’ you mentally chastised yourself.

‘’I don’t know,’’ you weakly responded.

‘You fooled yourself into thinking you could be in the mob and still be a good person. That you could escape without blood coating your hands. It’s nothing more than a child’s prayer, a hopeless fantasy.’

‘’I was so blind,’’ you whimpered.

‘Where you? All those years of humanitarian work, all those hours volunteering, charities. Maybe you knew this whole time. Maybe you were trying to reach atonement,’ that voice sneered in your head.

‘’No,’’ your hands pressed against your eyes until you saw disoriented shapes and invisible colors.

‘You can try running. You can try washing yourself until your skin falls off. Until you reach the bones. Nothing can change what has been done. Of what your family has done.’

You shot up when the door opened, eyes puffy with unshed tears as Domenico hesitantly stepped into the room. He raised a hand in an awkward, hesitant wave before straightening up.

‘’It’s a beautiful day, why don’t we have breakfast outside?’’ he offered a small smile.

Although your body screamed to tell him no, how your body longed to stay in your makeshift cell and waste away, you felt compelled to say yes. It was the least you could do for him. You shivered as the photograph was still burned into your memory. You would never forget the look of sheer terror on Domenico’s face for as long as you lived.

He had been right, though. It was a beautiful day. The warmth of the sunshine wrapped around you like a blanket as if it was attempting to coax you out of your deep depression. A plethora of fruits and pastries littered the circular table as he helped you into your seat and then took his beside you.

‘’Please, y/n. Eat,’’ he offered you an apple. You slowly nodded, eating but not really processing. Your movements were mechanical. Domenico offered you an encouraging smile, like you were a stray dog who had been beaten and it was his job to nurse you back to health. He himself poured a cup of coffee and began to sip.

‘’You have been through a lot, in a relatively short amount of time,’’ he began, causing you to deeply exhale.

‘’I could say the same to you,’’ the monotone voice was barely recognizable as your own. Domenico just nodded, eyes falling onto the rose garden nearby.

‘’It had been the most terrifying moment of my life. But I lived and for that I am grateful for every day I still have air in these lungs,’’ he admitted, hands tightly grasping each other. You knew he was reliving that moment and you had to look away lest you burst into tears.

‘’I-I…I don’t even know what to say. I am so, so sorry. If I had k-known I-I would h-h-have-,’’ you dropped your head, covering your mouth with a hand as a new wave of tears cascaded down your cheeks. You flinched when you felt Domenico’s warm hand grasp the one clutching your napkin.

‘’I don’t blame you for what your father and his men did. Not at all.’’

‘’Maybe you should,’’ you sniffled.

‘’Massimo’s father, your mother, Laura, her friend that was with her that day. Those women and children. What your father did to them, it wasn’t your fault. You had no clue,’’ he continued, thumb stroking the back of your hand.

‘’I could’ve done s-something.’’

‘’No, y/n, you couldn’t have,’’ you cried into his shoulder as his arms encased you into a hug.

He was patient with you as you mourned the loss of the man you once called father, for he was dead to you. You could never go back to seeing your idyllic childhood as you once had. It was marred by the faces of victims. Your mother, the numerous women and children, Domenico, Laura and her unborn child. Laura.

Massimo watched as Domenico gently encouraged you to finish your breakfast, helping you up as you strolled around the garden, talking about your thoughts and feelings. Bonding over your shared trauma. The bitter taste of jealousy gathering on his tongue. He knew Domenico was just offering a friendship, but the green monster inside of him still whispered thoughts of mistrust into his ear. After you had fainted the night he showed you your father’s crimes he had the maids bring you back to your room. He had spent all night pacing back and forth in that office, screaming, and throwing the folders around and smashing anything in his reach.

When he had finally processed what he had done, and the magnitude he must’ve hurt you, it had already been a week since you two had last spoken. He didn’t mean for it to go so far, so nasty and cruel. But, as always, his temper knew no restraint. He pushed himself away from the balcony, shaking his head as Domenico just laughed at something you said and retreated into his study. There had been days he stood outside your door, struggling with what to say. He didn’t know where to even begin to make amends with you. Was he meant to say sorry for filming the two of you making love without your knowledge, sorry for crushing your childhood, or sorry for purposefully hurting you by saying you’d never measure up to Laura?

He sighed, collapsing in his lavish leather chair, pinching his eyebrows together in frustration. He heard the familiar sound of Mario entering the study, waving him in.

‘’Go ahead, tell me that I messed up,’’ Massimo huffed, leaning back into his chair.

Mario shook his head, hands in his pockets as he walked around the study. His lips drawn into a firm line. He stopped, looking down at a photo of Massimo with his father, Mario dutifully in the background and watching over the two. Massimo couldn’t have been older than fourteen, a toothy grin plastered on his face whereas his father was attempting to remain stoic for the picture, but the hint of a smile graced his lips.

‘’I don’t need to tell you what you already know,’’ Mario began, eyes slowly falling back onto the mafia boss sulking in his chair.

‘’She was going to find out eventually,’’ Massimo sighed.

‘’And you thought it to be your job to be the one to tell her? After she was nearly raped, after being kidnapped and betrayed?’’

‘’Watch your fucking mouth,’’ Massimo’s voice turned deadly as he met the elder’s disapproving gaze.

‘’You know damn well as I do that girl had no idea of the kind of monster she was born to. You were wrong to put her through that, put that kind of guilt on her shoulders! She is the future of the y/l/n family, she could’ve turned it all around! But no, you threw away the chance for justice because you are still blinded by her!’’ Mario spat, his usually calm demeanor thrown aside.

Massimo hastily stood, lunging across the desk with his finger pointed at his advisor.

‘’Don’t. Don’t bring her up, not Laura. YOU DIDN’T KNOW HER!’’ tears rolled down his tan skin at this point, memories of Laura on the beach flooding his brain.

‘’NO, YOU DIDN’T KNOW HER!’’ Mario snarled back.

Massimo had never once raised his hand to Mario. He had been a surrogate father to him. He admired the elder man. He was family. But in that one instant, impulse outweighed familial relations as he decked him. Mario slugged back, holding his jaw as he stared at complete shock at his boss and surrogate son. He checked his fingertips for blood as he composed himself.

‘’You’ve lost your way, Massimo,’’ he sighed, turning on his heels and walked out the door.

Massimo sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He had never felt so lost, Mario was certainly right about that. The sound that escaped Massimo’s mouth was so melancholy, it was the sound of a wounded animal. He collapsed back into his chair, cradling his head in his hands and cried. The sobs that racked through his body were violent, similar to being stuck in a powerful riptide. He had searched for Laura for five years, truly believing she was heaven-sent. Five long years and he had finally found her. Nearly a year for them to fall in love. And it only took a day for that dream to be ripped out from under him. She’d never be properly buried. She’d never walk down the aisle, laughing as Massimo teared up. They’d never hold their child, cooing down at their sleeping form. They would never get their happily ever after together, and that was what Massimo mourned more than anything else.

After spending the day with Domenico, your spirits were lifted some. He comforted you, offering his friendship and advice on Massimo, on everything. ‘Just give it time, you don’t need to forgive right away. Nobody can make you do that,’ he had told you. The ghost of a smile graced your lips. It had been a good day. The ache in your heart would never fully heal, the wound of human nature would always be there. But perhaps, with time, it would only be a scar. A battle wound.

You sighed, sitting at the foot of your bed, hair wet from the shower you had just taken. The ivory Egyptian towel tucked around your body as you processed everything for what felt like the thousandth time. Your father had always told you that your mother’s death arose out of mob violence. You shook your head, rubbing your forehead at the realization that he hadn’t completely lied. You hated the mafia, more than ever. You hated your father, what he had done. You hated your last name. You hated Massimo.

‘No, you don’t,’ that same voice hushed in your ear.

You knew you didn’t hate him, at least not in the same way you hated your father and the mafia. You knew you didn’t love him either. You felt like you were trapped in limbo, a state of in-between as you struggled figuring out these complex feelings. Was it lust? You were undeniably attracted to the Torricelli leader, but it went further than that. Love, then? No. You couldn’t love someone you didn’t trust, and you most definitely could not trust Massimo after what he had done. The ache in your chest worsened as you thought back to his cruel words. ‘You could never be her,’ he had snarled in your face. Did you even want to be?

A knocking at your door made you jump. You sighed, throwing on a robe as you went to answer the door.

‘’Domenico, I told you I’m fin-‘’

‘’Hi,’’ Massimo’s voice almost sounded foreign to you.

His eyes were red and puffy, he had been crying. His hair was slightly disheveled as well as his shirt, the buttons left open to the point you could see the hair on his muscular chest.

‘’Hi,’’ you whispered, stunned. You didn’t know how to feel, torn between wanting to slap him and wanting to burst out into tears once more.

‘’I’m sorry to bother you,’’ he began. He was torn too, you could see it in his eyes. He was nervous.

‘’It’s your house,’’ you shrugged, looking at the floor. You could see him nod out of the corner of your eye.

‘’I w-wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner? With me? Tonight,’’ he awkwardly shifted his weight to the other foot. If it had been any other situation, you would’ve laughed at the powerful Massimo Torricelli being nervous in front of a girl. But this situation was unique, and you were no ordinary girl.

You sat at the long table decorated with elegant candles and a variety of fruits. You smiled slightly, it reminded you of the dinners you’d have back home. When you were kept in the dark of the atrocities occurring under the surface. The smile quickly vanished as you tensed up. Massimo looked dashing, as always. His black button up was crisp and you could smell his cologne each time the breeze hit just the right way. You looked radiant, despite feeling like you had been through a war.

‘’Y/n,’’ his voice brought you out of your dark thoughts.

He sighed, licking his lips as he struggled to get the words right.

‘’I am so sorry,’’ he whispered. That took you back. Massimo didn’t seem like the kind of guy to ever apologize. He was arrogant and brash. He acted before using logic and that clearly landed him into trouble more often than not.

‘’For telling me the truth?’’ you asked, sipping on the wine that was right in front of you.

‘’For everything,’’ you stopped, looking into his soft gaze. He was like a frightened little boy, behind the Broadway show he put on.

‘’You were wrong in how you went about telling me, about my father…but I wanted to thank you,’’ you said after a minute of silence, gathering your thoughts and the strength to speak them into existence. Not it was Massimo who was taken back.

‘’You are the only one who has been honest with me. Aside from the tape…honesty is a trait I admire immensely. So, thank you for telling me what I had been kept in the dark about for my entire life.’’

His eyes stared deeply into yours, you gulped under the weight of his gaze.

‘’I never meant to hurt you,’’ he spoke without blinking. He was telling the truth.

You nodded. ‘’People usually don’t,’’ your sad smile spoke volumes. You tinkered with the designer bracelet that adorned your wrist.

‘’When I said you could never be her-‘’ you held your hand up, cutting him off before you grew too emotional.

‘’Please. I don’t want to talk about that right now,’’ you said quickly, Massimo nodding in understanding.

‘’We can talk about anything you’d like, principessa,’’ he offered a small smile. You smiled back, slowly beginning to relax.

‘’Tell me about her.’’

Massimo’s eyes widened only slightly before he regained his composure. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he struggled to reign in his own emotions.

‘’She was wonderful,’’ he began, a soft smile on those perfect lips of his.

‘’She was intelligent, like you. Stubborn, difficult at times. Impulsive like myself,’’ he chuckled, causing you to smile a bit as you listened to every word he spoke. He went on and on about her and you realized he needed this; he needed an outlet. As time passed you both laughed, loosening up as he reminisced. Occasionally it would send a dagger to your heart as he shared his memories of Laura. You felt some shame as you would become jealous at certain parts.

‘’She would’ve made a great mother,’’ he sighed, a sad smile on his face as he stared down into nothing.

You nodded, the photograph still haunting you and sending chills down your spine. You liked to believe it was a quick death, you refused to think too long on what went through her mind. You couldn’t afford to think too long or too hard on what she went through, it literally made you sick.

‘’I loved her. But…I didn’t truly know her.’’

Your eyes widened at his confession. He nodded, accepting the bitter truth. ‘’I didn’t. I thought I did, after all those years of chasing and searching for her, I believed I knew her. And I know it sounds silly, but I still loved her. It’s confusing and silly, loving someone you didn’t really know. Mourning them.’’

‘’It’s not silly at all,’’ you spoke up, voice soft but strong all at once. Massimo raised an eyebrow in question, silently asking you to go on.

‘’I didn’t know my mother very much either. But I loved her more than anything and not a day goes by that I don’t miss her terribly. She was my everything, and that was taken from me too,’’ you explained, smiling despite the lone tear that escaped your eye. Massimo smiled at you, nodding his head as the flames of the candles flickered, exposing his own tears.

‘’Tell me about her.’’

And so, you did. All through the night, Massimo and you managed to unfold years of grief and trauma. Between laughs and tears, you both slowly began healing each other’s wounds. Healing the wounds of human nature.

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Pairing: Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Warning(s): kidnapping, language, man-handling, violence, attempted assault, potentially triggering themes. Do not read if easily triggered.

Summary: You flee your kidnapper, but how far down the rabbit hole will you wander? Along the way, you uncover a dark family secret that changes everything.

 PART ONEPART TWO PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN EPILOGUE

Little bit of poison in me
I can taste your skin in my teeth
“I love it when I hear you breathing
I hope to god you’re never leaving”

You didn’t know how long you had been running, but it had been long enough to the point every time you inhaled your lungs felt as though they had glass shards embedded in them. Your body was coated in a thin veil of sweat and your body felt like it was on fire. Why, then, did you feel so cold? You managed to slip on a silk night gown that had been strewn across the room, the only thing that had been protecting your feet were thin slippers that you had abandoned long ago out of fear that they had been slowing you down. You were sure you looked completely insane, hair ruffled, feet dirtied by the ground and most likely cut up by uneven concrete streets and the occasional rock. You didn’t care, you wouldn’t stop until you were free. A distant hiss from a stray alley cat nearly led you to jump out of your skin, a hand on your racing heart. You leaned against a building, having ran god-knows-how-many miles from where you were imprisoned. You had no clue what town you were in, but it looked somewhat rural based off the architecture and distant pastures.

You laughed between your panting, wanting to scream out in both joy and utter disbelief. You had escaped, you had managed to escape Massimo Torricelli. The idea of him being pissed off and cuffed to his own bed, naked, made you want to giggle like a school-girl. The sound of a bottle breaking and perhaps the same alley cat from earlier hissing out filled you with a renewed sense of dread, however. You were currently safe from Massimo, but for how long? And what other dangers awaited you? You deflated at the realization. You weren’t out of the woods yet, if by chance you managed to evade Massimo, it did not guarantee that another family rival or random menace wasn’t lurking in the shadows.

‘’Dammit, dammit all,’’ you whimpered, crossing your arms and hugging yourself. The Sicilian night air suddenly nipped at your exposed skin. Still, you wandered further into this unknown town, praying to whatever divine figure that was listening that you would be safe.

You wandered down the empty streets, staying as close to the streetlights as you possibly could. You had decided that as long as you remained covered by light, you would be safe. If you closed your eyes, you were back home, listening to the waves crash into the shore as the sea breeze kissed your eyelashes. Papa would be downstairs right now, listening to some old records while sipping Campari or in the library reading Nietzsche. But you were not home, you were nowhere.

A sudden door opening drew you out of your longing, the figure of a young man, probably no older than fifteen was taking out some trash.

‘’Excuse me, sir please! Help me,’’ you cried out, startling the young boy who dropped the bag of garbage onto the curb.

‘’No please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m hurt, I was kidnapped, I just need to call my family, please,’’ you pleaded, praying that this young boy wouldn’t think you were some crazy drunk or an escapee from an institution. The boy visibly calmed down, still on edge, but his brown eyes appearing more trusting.

‘’I-I have to sneak you through the back. Mi fratello, my brother, he’s not a good guy,’’ the young man nervously explained. Alarm bells were going off in your head, and you made a note to mention to your father that this young boy saved your life, hoping you could repay him back or at the very least make his home life easier. You nodded.

‘’Thank you, thank you so much,’’ you sighed shakily, wanting to hug this young man, your savior.

As the boy led you into his home, through the back entrance from an alleyway, you tried your best not to make a sound. You could hear what you assumed was his brother along with a few other males laughing and guffawing from another room as your savior led you to what you assumed was the kitchen, opposite side of the house from where the excitement was taking place.

‘’Wait here, I’ll bring you a cell phone you can use, lady,’’ the boy offered a small smile and turned to hurry out the kitchen door.

‘’Wait, what is your name?’’ you gently stopped him.

‘’E-Emilio, miss,’’ he blushed, but his smile didn’t falter. You offered a kind smile, nodding.

‘’I’m Y/n, thank you, Emilio.’’

As Emilio left you to your thoughts you stared at the wooden clock hanging above the doorway you had entered. It was nearly four o’clock in the morning and the weight of your ordeal suddenly felt suffocating. You sighed, sniffing as you leaned against the kitchen counter. The smell of alcohol and some other foreign drug invaded your nostrils and you frowned at the bitter stench. When Emilio had arrived back, your heart was pounding in your chest. It seemed too good to be true, you’d be reunited with your father. He would deal with Massimo, you could still have the life you always imagined you’d have. No further interruptions from mafia rivals or Massimo Torricelli.

Your delicate fingers rapidly hit the numbers on the screen, almost afraid that you had forgotten your father’s private number.

‘’H-Hello? Who is this?’’ your father’s tired voice made your heart clench in your chest.

‘’P-Papa? It’s me,’’ you whimpered, trying not to breakdown in tears.

‘’Y/n? Honey! Where are you? Are you hurt? Where is he?’’ your father’s voice drifted from shock to joy to concern to anger. You shakily inhaled as tears rolled down your cheeks. It had felt like an eternity since you heard his deep, comforting voice. You weren’t sure you’d ever get to hear it again.

‘’Papa, I’m ok. I don’t know where exactly I’m at, I’m in some town. Please, Papa I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I just want to come home,’’ you leaned against the counter, clutching at it as your knees buckled from underneath you. Home. How you longed to be back home.

‘’Honey it’s alright, it’s alright, principessa,’’ you winced at the nickname, thoughts immediately fleeing back to Massimo. You could almost feel his breath on your neck and his calloused hands on your hips. You were horrified that a part of you longed to hear his voice call you that one last time.

‘’Papa,’’ you exhaled, utterly exhausted. The weight becoming unbearable.

‘’Just stay on the line, bella. I’m having one of the boys trace the call right now. You’re doing great,’’ you could hear the ruffling and rummaging on the other line. A sudden thought crossed your mind, your knuckles white from gripping the kitchen counter.

‘’Papa…did you do it?’’

‘’What, honey?’’ you could practically see your father’s thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion, hands toying with the ruby family ring on his finger.

‘’Did you kill her? Did you kill Laura?’’

‘’Y/n…,’’ now it was your father who sounded exhausted. Dread filled your insides, heart dropping down to the bottom of your ribcage.

You opened your mouth to ask again, only for the phone to be wrestled out of your grip, a hand slapping against your mouth and pulling you into a firm chest. You screamed, struggling against the stranger’s hold as you watched your only chance of freedom flee as the phone call was abruptly ended and the phone itself smashed under the boot of a man you had never met before. Your eyes quickly surveyed the scene. Five men, ranging from thirty to pushing their early forties in age surrounded you.

‘’Emilio I owe you an apology, I didn’t know you were pulling tail as fine as this,’’ the man holding you, who you guessed was Emilio’s brother leered, hand gripping your jaw in an iron grip.

‘’P-Please fratello, stop,’’ Emilio whispered, attempting to intervene, but was easily smacked down by one of the other men. You were shoved forward, various hands pawing at you, groping you as they laughed at your frightened form. Emilio’s brother gripped your face in a bruising hold.

‘’Look at these lips, I bet they would look so good around my co-,’’ your teeth sunk into the man’s index finger, the sickening crunch and metallic taste of blood nauseated you but you didn’t let up. You bit down harder, refusing to let go even as he smacked your face. It wasn’t until one of his friends yanked you away that you had to let go, spitting out his blood and staining the wooden floor of the kitchen. You gathered all your strength, forcing a foot down onto the friend’s toe, enough to get him to yell and release you as you fled the home.

‘’Fucking bitch! Get her!’’ the brother screamed as you met the unforgiving crisp air, running as fast as your legs could carry you. You didn’t even notice you were crying until the salty tears stung the cut on your bottom lip from where he had struck you. You didn’t care, you just kept running. You hid behind a dumpster in an alley way a good couple of blocks from the home, shivering like a lone leaf on a decaying tree. You pressed your forehead against the grimy dumpster, trying to even your breathing and remain silent. You strained your ears to listen for any sign of your assailants. Suddenly, you wish you had stayed in Massimo’s arms. He, at the very least, never struck you like that. And any sex with him had been done with your consent. You let out a barely audible sigh, closing your eyes. All you could see was him. His warm eyes above you. The weight of him on top of you as you were intimate. It frustrated you to no end. You hated him for what he had done, but it wasn’t your father you immediately thought about as you were desperate for help. Even now as you huddled amongst the rubbish, you didn’t think of your father. You didn’t think about riding horses through the apple orchard, or even the smell of the sea breeze kissing you goodnight. It wasn’t home you found plaguing your mind; it was Massimo.

‘’Found you, bitch,’’ a dreadful voice made you cry out, screaming as you were dragged away from behind the dumpster and shoved against a concrete wall. The night gown you were wearing was torn, nearly exposing one of your breasts.

‘’Hold her down, I want her to remember this,’’ you kicked out your legs, clawing and attempting to bite at any flesh you could reach. Your exposed back was scratched by the rough concrete, your entire body fighting and refusing to submit.

‘’No, the other way. I’m an ass man,’’ the guy snickered, his goons laughing like the mindless baboons they were as they forcibly turned you over. You felt sick, the bile gathering in your throat, rough hands pawing at your night gown. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the feeling of your gown being lifted up.

‘’Mama,’’ you cried out, sobbing against the wall.

The firing of the bullets left you numb, your body shaking and broken out into a cold sweat as you crumpled to the floor. For a second, you wondered if your attackers had shot you before assaulting you. But it wasn’t your flood that splattered the concrete walls you were just pinned against. The men around you laid dead, the pools of blood quickly straining the asphalt beneath them. Some of them still twitching. You shakily pressed a hand over your mouth, too shocked to scream or cry this time. Domenico and Massimo stood a few yards away, smoke still visible from the barrel of their guns. You just sat there, not sure of what to do. Traumatized. Broken.

‘’Miss y/l/n,’’ the man you remembered as Mario hesitantly approached you. He was older, around the same age as your father if not a year or two younger. You let him help you up, him assessing you for any physical damage.

‘’She’s not hurt,’’ Mario called out as you crumpled into his chest, sobbing. He hesitantly embraced you, gently rocking you and letting you cry it out. He smelt of cigars and honey.

‘’Put her in the car,’’ Massimo’s thundering voice hissed out.

You had messed up.

The drive back to Massimo’s was draining, Mario had been kind enough to cover you with his suit jacket, allowing you to cover your nearly exposed form. Domenico’s eyes constantly flickered to your trembling form as he drove you all back to the mansion. Massimo sat diagonally from you, eyes set in a fierce glare. Like he hated you. You didn’t even pay any mind to the environment passing by the limo, whereas you would have mentally noted any familiar landmarks or streets to aide in your escape, you were exhausted in every sense of the word. You didn’t want to run anymore, running away was the furthest thing from your mind at the moment. You just wanted to lay down and sleep and forget the world. The cruel, despicable, unforgiving world.

The sun was barely rising over the hills, but you paid no mind. It meant nothing, just another day captured. But at least you knew Massimo well enough to know he would never rape you or beat you into submission. ‘Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t,’ you mentally scoffed.

You didn’t even notice the car pull back up into the entrance of Massimo’s grand mansion. Mario helped you up and out of the limo, your legs weak from your night of running. Your feet were most definitely cut up and at the very least sore. Your entire being was just tired, and you felt broken. You gasped when Massimo’s firm grip encircled your upper arm, hurrying you up the large stairwell despite Mario’s protests and shouts of disapproval. Massimo’s expression was dark, his eyes were unforgiving and he bit down on his bottom lip the same way he always did when he was furious.

‘’Massimo,’’ you weakly tried, only for him to clench his grip on your arm as he maneuvered down a hallway. You quickly realized that he was not leading you back to your room, and you became more and more frightened with each passing step. You halfheartedly struggled against his hold.

‘’Stop.’’

The way he spit out the word was like a dagger to your heart. He had never sounded more ruthless than he did right then. You froze and he took that opportunity to drag you to an unknown door. He shoved the two of you in and you expected your eyes to fall onto a dungeon of some sorts. A torture chamber, even. But nothing could have prepared you for what you saw.

Your eyes locked onto the warm brown eyes of Laura. Her smile knocking the air out of your body as your eyes fell on her perfect petal-pink lips. The painting was enormous, and there were dozens of others in similar fashions surrounding the room. It was Massimo’s own personal shrine to her. This was where he had hid away all memories of her.

She was beautiful, breathtakingly so. You didn’t know why that realization caused your heart to sink into your chest, but it did. It was easy to see now why Massimo had fallen so deeply and passionately for her. You carefully took one step toward the paintings, her long brown hair fluttering in the wind of one portrait. In another, her hair was chopped to a few inches above her shoulders and bleached blonde. No matter what color or length her hair was, she was gorgeous.

‘’Why are you showing me this?’’ you whispered, tears blurring your vision.

Massimo stalked behind you, the same way he did in the dress shop where you two had first met. Only this time, you felt your heart breaking for some reason.

‘’I wanted you to see one of the many lives your father has taken,’’ Massimo bit out.

You shook your head, eyes never leaving Laura’s. Your lip trembled as your hands clenched and unclenched.

‘’What my father did…was wrong. But you killed a handful of men tonight-,’’

‘’BECAUSE OF YOU!’’ Massimo snarled, shoving you around to face him and causing you to flinch.

‘’If you had never left they would all still be alive, their blood is on your hands just as much as mine,’’ he spat, eyes burning with complete anger.

‘’If you hadn’t kidnapped me then none of this would have happened,’’ you growled back, finding your voice as you pointed your index finger at his chest violently.

‘’No, if your father hadn’t killed Laura, none of this would have happened,’’ Massimo hissed lowly. You clenched your jaw, swatting tears away.

‘’I thought for a minute, we were getting somewhere. That this could actually be the start of something, that we could have been capable of caring for one another. I thought I knew you, knew your kind heart. But now I see you as you really are. I now see you could never be like her, and I don’t want you to even try to be. You truly are your father’s daughter,’’ Massimo sneered in your face.

That had done it. That was what had broken you.

‘’You preach about morals. About my father killing her, but you’re no better. You’ve killed men, Massimo! You kidnap women and you murder. You are no better! And I have no desire to be like Laura. I have no desire to pretend any of this is ok, that you are innocent. There is no desire to play pretend and live out a happily ever after charade. I don’t want to marry my kidnapper, I want no part of this, of you! I may have shared your bed, but I will NEVER share your family name!’’ you screeched. The look of hurt flashed across that beautiful face, but it quickly gave way to absolute anger and hatred.

Massimo laughed, but it was cruel laugh that filled you with apprehension. You took a step away from him, fearful of what he would do. Had he finally snapped?

‘’You’re right. I kidnapped you, I kidnapped Laura. I’ve killed men, but only those who deserved it. Child molesters, pimps, rapists. Just look at the upstanding citizens you ran into tonight. You think they were going to ask you out on a date and play Jenga? They would’ve ran a train on you, raped you until they had their fill, and left you in a pool of your own blood or sold you into human trafficking. I never killed innocents, no, only monsters like your father.’’

Your face paled at his harsh words, shaking. ‘’M-my father-,’’ you meekly began, only to be shut down by Massimo.

‘’Your father is the worst I have ever seen. My father saw him for who he was and that’s why your father had him killed. You don’t even know, do you? You have no idea what your father has built his empire on,’’ Massimo stood, eyes widened slightly in realization.

‘’W-what are you talking about?’’ you whispered.

‘’Your father is the head of one of the world’s most notorious human trafficking rings. He’s a murderer, a vile bastard who profits off vulnerable women and children stolen from their homes and sold to other sick fucks, and he is the one who had both my father and your mother killed because they saw him for the monster he is. She died by his hand. You think you got into a prestigious university on your own? Daddy made it happen through veiled threats and paying off some very powerful people who he has a lot of dirt on. Your father is a monster and everything you ever thought of him is a lie.’’

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down
Took the words right out my mouth
Tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it

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Pairing: Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Warning(s): kidnapping, language, man-handling, SMUT

Summary: Following Massimo’s betrayal and his kidnapping of you, you struggle to maintain some level of sanity and dignity. Massimo struggles with his emotions, leading to an eventful showdown between you two. 

PART ONE PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN EPILOGUE

Your fingertips traced invisible patterns into the silk sheets below you. You wondered how long it would take for the video to reach your father. Would it even reach him? Would he even watch it? Massimo Torricelli was one of the most powerful men in the country, you were sure he could easily manage to get the tape to your father. As for whether or not your father would view the tape, it was something you chose not to harp on. Massimo. He had tricked you. With each passing day the desire to strangle him became more and more passionate, but even that was no match for how much you hated yourself for falling into bed with your father’s rival.

‘’Principessa, you need to eat something.’’

You automatically winced at the sound of Massimo’s deep voice. Whereas you would once swoon or blush over his pet name for you, you could now only shudder in resentment and disgust. You tried not to think about how he looked walking into that dress shop the day the two of you met. The day your life ended. How charming and suave he was. How you, for a brief moment, wondered what it would be like to be his lover and feel him inside you. He had betrayed you, and you hated him for it. You hated yourself for falling for his charm and allowing him to take you like some rutting beast. You hated the fact that your father was either going to have a heart attack when he saw the video of you and Massimo having sex, or that he’d cut you out of his life for being so weak; you weren’t sure yet which you preferred.

You gasped when you felt Massimo’s warm touch on your shoulder and immediately curled into yourself on the bed, tucking yourself away from him as if you could will your environment away. The sheets still smelt like the two of you, a fact that brought tears to the corners of your eyes. Massimo sighed, pinching his brow together as he attempted to gather his thoughts. He knew it was a low blow, what he had done was despicable. He was crushed when he had stared  down at your sobbing form after had met his final release that night. You may have wanted it, wanted him, but he knew he had betrayed you in the worst way by filming it. He contemplated releasing you when you cried for your father, and for your mother who he was very much aware was deceased. He knew the pain of losing a parent, he had lost both of his due to the mafia life. He knew the perpetual wound of losing a loved one, and it was then his thoughts drifted back to Laura.

Laura. She too was another innocent whose life was snuffed out by needless mob violence. She was carrying his child, Domenico later informed him after the accident. Massimo thought about how he had been robbed of the chance to be a father, to be a husband to the woman of his dreams. He thought about how he’d never see Laura’s smile first thing in the morning or hear her laugh as she shopped to her heart’s content. He’d give anything to see her twirl around in some designer dress once more. He burned her image into his memory, the paintings of her had been long locked away in an unused room so that he did not have to be constantly reminded of what could have been. Of what had been so violently and maliciously stolen from him. He then looked at you, his anger quickly bubbling to the surface.

You were not Laura. You could never be. Yet, you reminded him of her in many ways. Your strong will, your caring heart, your unparalleled beauty. You were otherworldly. In many ways, you reminded him of her. You were intelligent and that made you dangerous. Based off the many months of following/watching your every move, he felt like he knew you in many ways. He knew you loved the smell of freshly cut grass and detested the way people practically bowed before you just because of who your father was. He knew you loved walking along the shores of Italy in the early mornings. He knew you had only one previous boyfriend in high school and that you had broken it off during a humanitarian retreat to some third world country. You had a big heart. You constantly gave to others. You were a protector of the downtrodden. That’s why he could never understand how you were related to one of the most vile, violent men in all of Italy and possibly the world.

‘’Y/n,’’ his voice was firm, and you were aware that was the tone he used when his patience was wearing thin.

You suppressed a shiver, before turning your head to glare up at him. He matched your gaze, eyebrows furrowed in both annoyance and as a warning to you.

‘’Eat,’’ he grabbed a pear from the bronze tray that lay at the foot of the bed. Your eyes glanced at the sweet fruit before taking it in your own hand. You took one bite, Massimo’s eyes softening only slightly in approval. That is, before you spat out the chuck of pear onto his face. He snarled, easily pinning your body back onto the mattress despite your struggling.

‘’Listen to me, and listen good,’’ he growled down at you, your face whipping side to side as you screamed in utter anguish, like some fox caught in a trap.

You choked on a scream when you felt the familiar grip of his hand around your neck, gasping for air as he forced you to look up at him. You blushed in complete humiliation when you felt his manhood harden slightly as he caged you in. He suppressed a smirk.

‘’You and I are not equals. I’m in charge. When I say ‘eat’ then you better eat. When I say ‘strip’ you better be on all fours waiting for my cock. When I say ‘shower’ you shower. Try and see what happens if you keep up this little defiant act of yours, babygirl. I dare you.’’

You hated the way your eyes filled with tears at his rough tone. Massimo had rarely spoken to you like this, although you noted he was quick-tempered and unafraid of manhandling you to get the point across. He had never hit you, other than a few spanks and light choking during the one time you two had sex. But you weren’t sure how much longer it would take until the mafia leader snapped and dragged you out of bed only to spray your brains across the front lawn.

‘’Y/n.’’

His tone was back to normal, but the grip on your neck was still firm to ensure you were focused on what he was telling you.

‘’Do I make myself clear?’’

You nodded your head, sucking in a sob as he released you, thrusting his hips against yours for further torment.

‘’You’ll pay for this, I’ll make sure of it,’’ you hissed lowly, shrugging the silk robe back onto your shivering form. If you were capable, your gaze would set this entire estate ablaze and would happily dance on the ashes.

Massimo smiled at that, a sad, melancholy smile that made your own gaze soften for a moment. He stretched out his arms as if surrendering.

‘’I have nothing left to lose.’’

Massimo felt like he was drifting throughout the lavish halls of his mansion. He paid no attention to his surroundings, his feet already knowing the destination. He knelt on the grass in the grand fields out back, beyond the pool that he used to enjoy frequenting but now had no desire to entertain. The shade provided by the large cork oak tree gave the illusion of some privacy as he brushed a few dead leaves on the golden plaque. His fingertips gracefully traced Laura’s name, dancing across the cursive font.

‘’I knew I’d find you here,’’ Mario’s throaty voice caused Massimo to straighten up, rising from the ground but not looking away from the pathetic attempt of Laura’s grave.

‘’Ridiculous, isn’t it? Kneeling over an empty space. Mourning her when her remains aren’t even here,’’ Massimo scoffed, biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

Mario’s hand on his shoulder offered some comfort, but even that did little to soothe the pain. Mario’s eyes flickered to the golden plaque, Massimo had it made about a week after the search for Laura’s remains were called off. Nobody questioned it, everyone knew Massimo needed to mourn. The fact that Laura would never be given a proper burial, the fact that Massimo could never lay her to rest and thus get the closure he so desperately yearned for, nobody questioned it.

‘’Not at all,’’ Mario stated firmly. Massimo turned to look at the older man, the man who had been the only father he had known for the past seven years. He raised his brows as if to ask what he needed.

‘’The y/l/n girl…y/n,’’ Mario hesitantly began and Massimo rolled his eyes, already stalking back towards the house with Mario on his heels.

‘’Mario-,’’ Massimo sighed, only to be cut off by his confidant.

‘’It was wrong Massimo, you know that. Your father would be rolling in his grave at your tactics,’’ Mario sternly reprimanded. Massimo visibly tensed at the mention of the former Torricelli leader.

‘’What would he have had me do then? Please indulge me, Mario,’’ he hissed, whipping around to stare down the man in question. Mario’s thick, graying brows furrowed.

‘’She had nothing to do with what happened to her, Massimo. Your father firmly believed that the sins of the father should not be passed down onto the child,’’ Mario replied, his gaze unyielding.

Massimo clenched his jaw, chest rising and falling as he struggled to keep his temper at bay. His gaze shifted to the direction of the room you were currently in. He could almost picture you now, your full lips stuck in a perpetual pout as you wandered the room. The curves of your body sashaying with every step you took. He quickly snapped out of his day dream, clearing his throat as he tried not to get lost in his images of you.

‘’What do I do, Mario?’’

‘’Make it right, earn her trust back. She is the future of the y/l/n clan. When her father is gone, she is who will be calling the shots, if I were you, I’d get on her good side.’’

The warmth of the shower head cascading down your body allowed some of the weight you had been carrying to evaporate. You were no longer aware of how long you had been Massimo’s hostage, whether it had been weeks or even months was completely unknown to you. The smell of green apples filled your nostrils as you washed out the shampoo from your hair. A small smile graced your lips as your eyes automatically closed, lost in the aroma. You instantly thought back to the orchard on your family’s summer home. You imagined running up and down the endless aisles of apple trees as your father watched from the balcony. You remembered riding horses alongside him before a large dinner composed of different meats, wines, and cheeses filled the night. You remember your caretakers chiding you as they picked the grass and leaves from your hair. The smell of apple pie so tangible your mouth began salvaging. The way the water ran down your nude body felt heavenly, but you were quickly interrupted when you felt it run back up your sides.

Your eyes snapped open and you gasped, whipping around and looking up at Massimo. He was completely naked, the water causing his hair to hang nearly over his deep chocolate eyes. Your skin flushed with arousal as you steeled yourself not to look at his impressive manhood. Too late.

‘’Did I scare you, baby girl?’’ Massimo gave you a crooked grin, leaning more into the warmth of the shower head.

‘’Get out,’’ you bit out, one arm covering your breasts while the other cupped your womanhood.

‘’It’s nothing I haven’t seen already, principessa,’’ his velvet voice practically purred as his hands slide past your form to reach for the soap. He began lathering up his body, taking extra time to wash his torso. He was putting a show on for you. You bit your tongue as you tried not to linger on the way his strong hands touched his tan skin. The way his various tattoos decorated his physique. Heat rushed over your cheeks and the back of your neck as you remembered the way those hands touched you. The way his hands had mapped out your body and had you squirming and begging for more. You stole a quick glance at his semi-erect manhood. How had he ever fit inside of you?

‘’Do you want it?’’ his voice brought you out of your explicit daydream. Your lips were already parted to object when you realized he was referring to the loofah.

‘’N-No,’’ you could’ve strangled yourself from how weak your voice came out. Massimo chuckled, fully aware of the effect he had on you. He wasn’t putting a show on for you; he was setting up a trap. Your eyes narrowed and turned your back towards him. If he wanted to play with fire, he would go down in flames. Your backside brushed against his member as you let the water pour over your body. His little grunt did not fall on deaf ears. Your smirk could’ve rivaled the Cheshire Cat’s as you slightly swayed your hips, your skin barely gazing his.

‘’What are you doing,’’ his low voice filled your abdomen with want. You slowly turned back around, your big doe-like eyes glancing up at him. You didn’t hide your modesty this time, your arms hung down at your sides as your nipples hardened from the water that was quickly turning cold.

‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about,’’ you stated, your best pokerface on display. Massimo nodded, eyes glancing at your breasts, his bite marks still somewhat visible on the otherwise smooth flesh.

Your slim fingers crept toward your womanhood, dancing around the lips like a ballerina. Your eyes never left his even as your index finger parted your lips and entered your tight canal. Your back met the wall as Massimo took you into his arms. His hardened cock poking at your tight entrance as he growled down at you.

‘’What’s wrong, Massimo? The great mafia leader brought down by a tiny woman?’’ you sneered from below him, your skin flushed with arousal as the painful throbbing from your sex made itself known. His breathing was harsh, the veins on his arms and neck quite apparent as he stared you down. One hand gripped yours and made you wrap it around his thickness.

‘’See what you do to me?’’ he grunted. You simply squeezed tighter causing him to hiss. You then turned your head upwards, noses brushing against each other as you gasped when the head of his cock slid along your pink folds.

‘’Then do something about it,’’ you whispered into his ear, burying your face in his neck as he shoved his length into you. You cried out, feeling your body being stretched open by his girth once more. Your nails scraped his shoulder blades, down his back as he rutted into you. If you were going to be kidnapped, held hostage, used as a pawn in this nonsense mafia war, you were going to take every opportunity that resulted in your pleasure. Your hips bucked against his, craving that slight burn that came whenever Massimo initially entered you. The slightly discomfort, feeling of absolute fullness whenever his cock speared you. You craved it. You basked in it. He gripped the back of your hair, matted against you scalp and back from the shower as he pressed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, his hips never losing their rhythm.

You cried and mewled, clinging onto his soldiers as your legs wrapped around his waist, you decided to look down at where the two of you were joined and nearly came then and there. The way his dick pistoned in and out of you, disappearing repeatedly between your soft pink folds into your tight hole was something more than simply erotic; it was carnal. His teeth sunk into your neck, claiming you as his once more. His hot breath fanned your skin in stark contrast from the cold water. The water was barely even noticeable, you were too busy engulfed in the flames and embers that came from Massimo ramming you into the cool tiled walls.

‘’Y/n, fuck. You fit me like a glove,’’ he grunted, eyes closed in pure bliss as his thrust became sloppier. Your hands held the back of his neck and tangled into his hair, pulling it hard enough to draw a hiss from his perfect lips. You pressed a kiss to those lips, a slow kiss that he quickly lost himself in. His hand pinned your throat back against the tile, looking at you as he savagely took you. You didn’t cry, you steeled yourself for the brutality of his thrusts and allowed yourself to become lost in the pleasure.

‘’Massimo,’’ you moaned, barely above a whisper. Your body racked with his thrusts, mouth slightly open as you panted like some wild animal in heat.

‘’Beg for me to fill you up,’’ he ordered, watching himself enter your pussy, thumb teasing your sensitive pearl.

‘’P-please,’’ you whimpered, eyes shut tight as the coil in your belly became tighter, making it harder to breathe and focus.

‘’More,’’ he grunted, lips managing to take one of your buds into his mouth, suckling like a starved man.

‘’P-Please, Massimo. I want it. I want to feel you fill me up from the inside,’’ you begged, but still refused to let a single tear slip through your eyelids.

That had been enough for him, his hot cum readily invading your sore womanhood, triggering your own release as you slumped against him and the shower wall. You felt him shudder, lazily thrusting in and out of you to milk him of his release. His eyes watched as his cum dripped out of your pussy, only to be washed away down the shower drain, his warm hand on your abdomen and you shivered at what could possibly be on his mind as he touched you. You looked up at him through heavy eyes, noting that he was in fact beautiful despite his flaws. What he did next thoroughly surprised you. His hand cradled the side of your face before he leant down and gave you a sweet kiss. The kind of kiss that was reserved for lovers; real lovers. Not the kind where you fucked each other like animals and one of you was a hostage. It stunned you. Not even your ex-boyfriend had kissed you like that in your entirety of dating. When he pulled away you noticed his eyes were heavy, the slightly dark circles under his eyes were now much more noticeable to you. You carefully stood on your own two legs, his strong hold on your hand offered support.

You hesitated before leading him back into the room, not bothering to put clothes back on. You looked up at him before gently tugging him to lay down with you and get lost in the silk sheets. He hesitated only a second before he laid down, encompassing you in his arms as you laid against his chest. He fell asleep not ten minutes after his head met the pillow. If anyone walked in, it would look serene. Two lovers, happily in each other’s embrace after making love in the shower. Ready to live happily ever after. But this was no fairytale.  

By the time Massimo awoke, it was pitch black. He hadn’t meant to sleep the day away, but the gentle breeze that came with Sicilian summer nights comforted him and gave him the most pleasant sleep he had in nearly a decade. He grunted, reaching for your sleeping form to tug you close against his chest when the familiar ‘clink’ of handcuffs sent an ice-cold shiver down his spine. He sat up straight, or as straight as he possibly could, and snarled as he found both of his wrists cuffed to the headboard. He struggled, snarling like a rabid wolf as he tried ripping the cuffs from the headboard, stopping when the steel bit into his wrists. You had tricked him, just when he thought he had you, you turned the tables on him.

‘’DOMENICO! MARIO!’’ he roared out, not even caring that he was still nude.

Both men, along with a handful of bodyguards rushed into the room, staring wide-eyed and mouths hug open like trout at the sight of Sicily’s most notorious mob boss cuffed naked to his own bed.

‘’Find her goddammit! Find her! FIND HER!’’

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Pairing(s): Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Warning(s): Smut, dub-con, rough sex, language, kidnapping. Potentially triggering themes. Spoilers.

Summary: Post!365 Days, Massimo is out for revenge following the events of the film, and who better to pay than the daughter of his rival gang’s leader. Based on Melanie Martinez’s song ‘’Tag, You’re It.’’

PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN EPILOGUE

Looking at me through your window
Boy, you had your eye out for a little

You squealed in absolute excitement, holding the acceptance letter to your chest and jumping up and down in joy. You had done it, you were accepted to your dream university in the United States, and while the thought of leaving your family here in Italy tugged at your heart, you were unbelievably thrilled at the adventures that awaited you. Although you had taken some time off between graduating from secondary school to now, it was worth it. You were ready to take that next step and pursue an honest career. You loved your father with all of your heart, but you wanted to distance yourself from the family ‘’business’’ as far as possible, especially with the threat of a mafia war breaking out between your family and the Torricelli clan.

‘’Papà,’’ you grabbed your phone, stepping outside of your lavish mansion into the warm summer morning light.

‘’Y/n, yes? Is everything alright?’’ your elderly father’s concerned voice answered.

‘’ Papà, I got accepted into Harvard University. I’m going to America,’’ you beamed, clutching the strap of your sundress in sheer excitement.

‘’Oh, honey. I’m so proud. Your mother, she’d be so proud of you, y/n,’’ you could practically hear the happy tears in your father’s voice.

‘’Thank you, Papà. I know.’’

‘’Well if you’re going to the states in fall, you’ll need new clothes-‘’

‘’ Papà-‘’

‘’Now y/n I insist, let a father spoil his daughter, eh?’’ your father caught you off with his deep chuckle. ‘’I’ll wire the money into your account, we’ll have a big dinner in celebration tonight, ok?’’

‘’Alright Papà, thank you. Ti amo,’’ you smiled, already walking towards the limo that was magically awaiting you.

‘’Ti amo bella, ciao.’’

You analyzed your figure that was currently in a beautiful designer dress. It was something out of a fairytale, the details complimented your figure and you felt like a million bucks. No one else was in the shop, the owner recognized who you were and immediately shooed everyone out to give you all the freedom to shop despite your protests. She had quietly entered the back room to show you more dresses in various colors and styles, but you had your heart set on the one you were currently wearing. You had to admit, you loved the dress. It was white, a color that had always looked amazing on you, and you couldn’t wait to wow your close friends and family tonight. You hadn’t noticed the tall figure looming behind you in the mirror.

‘’That’s a beautiful dress,’’ a deep voice startled you, leading you to twirl around.

There, in the middle of the shop, stood the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. His skin was sun kissed, his eyes like warm pools of chocolate. He had to have been part god, or at the very least sculped by one. But the way his eyes scanned you led you to believe something was amiss. He had the same look in his eyes the way a lion would when stalking a lone, helpless gazelle. The smirk on his face did little to ease your nerves.

‘’Thank you,’’ you whispered, suddenly feeling very exposed. As you remained on the round platform, he slowly began to move around you. Ready to pounce. Stalking.

‘’I’m sorry for startling you. My fiancé had a dress that needed to be picked up here,’’ his voice was like velvet. A private symphony to your ears. You felt yourself calm down at the mention of a fiancé; of course a man this good looking had a woman. You offered a warm smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice the apprehension that still lurked in your e/c hues.

‘’No it’s alright, I just didn’t hear you come in.’’ He returned your smile, finally stopping right in front of you, between your body and the large mirror. His eyes raked up your body, lingering a little too long on your breasts before falling once more on your eyes. He looked familiar, you realized. You couldn’t place it, but you knew you had seen those honey-brown eyes somewhere before. Dread slowly spread throughout your being.

‘’Have we met?’’ you asked, steadying your voice as you calculated how many seconds it would take to make a dash for your phone.

‘’Officially, no. But I know who you are, baby girl.’’ One step closer to you.

Your heartbeat sped up in your chest, turning your head to look for your driver who was meant to be stationed outside.

‘’I wouldn’t bother. Your friend is a bit…preoccupied.’’

You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he slowly closed the space between the two of you. Your blood turned to ice. The second you heard him reach up to grab you, you jerked your body away and made a run for the door. You had gotten two, maybe three steps in before you were kicked to the tiled floor of the dress shop. You cried out as your body made contact with the unforgiving ground, desperately clawing when you felt the man’s hands grip your ankles and drag you back towards him. You glanced at your purse that was within your reach and kicked back at your attacker, hitting him in his chest and freeing yourself. You scrambled to your bag, quickly grabbing your phone and frantically trying to call your father. You didn’t even notice you were crying until you felt the tears drip down your heaving chest. With one hand gripping your phone and the other pushing yourself toward the door, you used all of your strength to make a break for it.

‘’Y/n?’’ you had never been more relieved to hear your father’s voice.

‘’ Papà! Help!’’ you screamed before the man wrestled the phone from your ear and pinned your body down.

‘’Y/n?? Y/N!’’ your father’s voice roared on the other end.

The man calmly raised the phone to his ear, his other hand pressing your cheek onto the cold floor while his body pinned you down. You sobbed as he stroked your hair in a way that could almost be considered lovingly.

‘’Now you’ll know how it feels to have what you love most taken from you,’’ your attacker hissed.

‘’Massimo!’’ you heard your father roar before the phone was smashed right beside your face.

‘’Massimo,’’ you whispered before you felt a cloth with a distinctly sweet odor emitting from it shoved to your mouth and nose. Then it all went black.

Running through the parking lot
He chased me and he wouldn’t stop
Tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it

You awoke with a throbbing headache, groaning as your blurred vision began to focus. You blinked, noticing that you were in a dark room, the walls a bloody-wine colored red and the room was cold enough to give you goosebumps. You shivered, gasping when you realized your hands and feet were cuffed to the bed you were laying face-down on. You cried out, struggling against the cuffs, the metal nipping the soft skin of your wrists and ankles. The beautiful white dress you had adorned earlier was still on your shaking form…for now.

‘’Oh God, please, no,’’ you sobbed, cheek against the silk sheets below you.

‘’No. There’s no God here,’’ a familiar deep voice called from the darkness, filling your entire being with dread. You couldn’t even meet his gaze if you wanted to, you could barely look up. You thrashed when you felt his warm hand trail up your leg.

‘’Just me,’’ he growled out, taking in your shaking form. The dress had ridden up your body during your struggle, your more intimate parts barely being covered by it. Massimo swallowed thickly, his hand going up your inner thigh and stopping short of your core, but he reveled in the heat that came from you.

‘’M-Massimo. Please. Please, whatever you want I can work something-‘’

‘’YOU can’t give me what I want! NOBODY can!’’ he snarled above you, causing you to sob uncontrollably and duck your head in a pathetic attempt of protecting yourself. The sight of you so petrified helped Massimo reign in his anger, he deep exhaled and regained his cool demeanor.

‘’Your father took her away from me. My everything. Now he’s going to pay,’’ Massimo growled out.

‘’I had nothing to do with my father’s actions,’’ you meekly cried out, keeping your legs locked together and trying to tuck into yourself.

‘’Neither did Laura,’’ Massimo whispered above you. You gasped when you felt him unlock the handcuffs around your ankles. You remained completely stiff, terrified of what he had planned for you, although you had a gut feeling about it.

Your hands were freed next and you resisted the urge to rub your sore wrists, but whimpered when Massimo gently turned you over so that you were finally able to look him in the eyes. He was dangerous, the devil himself. His hand gently held your chin, his eyes surveilling you.

‘’I’m going to give you one chance and one chance only to escape. If you can find your way out of my mansion, you are free to go,’’ he spoke calmly and that alone sent alarms throughout your entire being. You swallowed a sob.

‘’And if I can’t?’’ you asked apprehensively, eyes shiny with unshed tears. His smirk sent chills down your spine.

‘’You’re mine. For as long as I need you.’’

You silently cried, feeling very much like a mouse stuck between the massive paws of a lion. He was toying with you, setting you up to fail. You wondered if this is how a lamb felt on its’ way to the slaughterhouse.

‘’Well? It’s either that or I give you no chance at all and you submit right now. I’ll even give you a head start, principessa,’’ he stepped away from you, leaning against the red walls of the room. His tongue slowly licked at his bottom lip as he watched you carefully. Your breathing became labored as a million thoughts ran through your mind.

‘’Ten…nine. . eight-,’’ you sprung from the bed, sprinting out the door and staggering down the hallway of the mansion. You cried as you raced down the colossal estate. Your tears left a trail behind you and your lungs were on fire as you tried your best not to trip down the grand staircase. You desperately searched for a sign of a window or a doorway, anything that alluded to an exit.

‘’Ready or not, here I come,’’ Massimo’s thundering voice called from the distance.

‘’Shit shit shit,’’ you murmured, your bare feet slapping against the tiled floors.

You practically sobbed in relief when you saw a large door, what could only be an exit, given its’ size. With all of your might you pried open the double doors, your heart quickly falling into the depths of your stomach when you saw a large mattress in the middle of a room. The lights were dimmed but you could see the chains on the bed as clear as day. Your teeth clenched as you let out a devastating cry. Not even bothering to fight when you felt two hands grip your shoulders and Massimo’s breath on your neck.

‘’Tag, you’re it.’’

Can anybody hear me I’m hidden under ground
Can anybody hear me am I talking to myself
Saying, “tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it”
He’s saying, “tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it”

You had no clue how long you had been held here. Whether it had been hours or days or even weeks, time did not exist in this place. You were sickened to say that you were grateful that Massimo hadn’t taken advantage of you, but the anxiety that came from being kidnapped by the gang leader of one of the most powerful mafia families was overwhelming. You were fed and clothed and permitted to walk around the spacious room, but the door were always locked and you had no means of escaping. All you could do was lay down in a bed that was not your own and wonder how much longer it would be until you would be murdered, raped, or both. The chances of your father’s men locating you were slim, your chances of being rescued were miniscule.

You flinched but made no sound when Massimo’s knuckles grazed your cheek. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts you hadn’t noticed him enter the room. You slowly rose your head, clutching the sheets to your body in an attempt to shield yourself from his hawkish gaze.

‘’You look so sad, baby girl,’’ Massimo’s voice sent unwarranted flutters in your stomach.

‘’I’ve been kidnapped by Sicily’s most dangerous man, I’m not sad…I’m petrified.’’ His warm chocolate eyes locked on yours’ as he stood over you.

‘’Have I hurt you? Have I not fed you, provided you with water and clothes? Do your lungs still have air in them? That’s more than what your father and his men gave Laura,’’ Massimo’s voice became more rough as he continued, but you resisted the urge to wince and continued looking into his eyes.

‘’Would Laura want this?’’

You yelped when Massimo’s massive hand wrapped around your neck in a firm grip, not enough to bruise your skin but surely enough to warn you to shut up. His nostrils flared as he snarled in your face. ‘’YOU don’t get to talk about her. You didn’t know her!’’ he roared, you shaking underneath him. The moment the tears escaped the corners of your eyes Massimo’s hand immediately withdrew from your neck as he sighed. You twitched when you felt him begin to rub your arms in an attempt to soothe you.

‘’Give it time, you’ll want me. Just as she did.’’

You sniffled as you looked up into the man who took everything from you. ‘’Surely you’re above raping an innocent woman?’’ you bit out. Massimo scoffed, hand trailing up to cradle the side of your face. His thumb swiped across your bottom lip in a suggestive manner.

‘’I’m not above anything anymore, baby girl. Your father made sure of that. Don’t test me.’’

You watched as he stood up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You remained perfectly still on the bed, watching. He was beautiful, truly the devil in human form. Sin in its’ most beautiful embodiment. The various tattoos on his tan flesh captivated you and you cursed at the slight throbbing within your core. Massimo picked up on this, biting back a smirk as his eyes trailed up your exposed legs and cleavage.

‘’You look so beautiful, principessa,’’ his husky voice led you to close your eyes in an attempt to resist him; to resist this.

You gasped when you felt him hover above you, the warmth of his skin and the delicious weight of his body sabotaging your resolve. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, seeing how you’d react. When you did not fight him, he pressed another to your neck, slowly trailing up to your jaw. It felt divine. His facial hair tickled your skin and you gasped when his hands mapped the curves of your body. You fisted the silk sheets beneath you, your body squirming from both the increasing desire building up within you and the desire to resist him.

‘’Just give in, baby girl. Let me make you feel good,’’ he grunted, slowly thrusting his hips into yours. His hardened manhood could easily be felt between the fabric of his pants and the flimsy fabric of your silk night shorts. You whimpered as his thrusts became more forceful, his lips crashing into yours as his hands gently held yours’ and pinned them on either side of your head. The blood was rushing to your cheeks and to your core as he ground himself against you. As his tongue explored the cavern of your mouth, his hand moved to grope your breast.

You cried out when his fingers tweaked and pinched at your sensitive bud, the smile on Massimo’s face evident as he continued kissing you fervently.

‘’Tell me what you want, baby girl. I’ll give you everything,’’ he groaned, cradling your head as his hips thrusted against you.

‘’Please,’’ you whined, closing your eyes and gasping when his mouth moved south and began suckling at your clothed nipple while his hand continued teasing the other. Your hands ran through his hair, tugging at it when he nipped at your sensitive bud.

‘’Louder,’’ he grunted as his other hand began rubbing against your clothed clit.

‘’Oh God, Massimo please,’’ you moaned out, shifting your hips to gain more friction.

You were convinced that he truly was the embodiment of sin. The way he made you feel and the way he knew exactly how to use your body to bend to his will was proof enough. He pulled away from you abruptly, you crying out in protest as you lay there a panting and needy mess. His hooded eyes looked over your body, squeezing the very noticeable bulge in his pants. He began stroking his length as he watched the way your body reacted to him. Your nipples were pert and nearly visible against the white silk top you were wearing. Your legs slightly pressed and rubbed together out of sheer want, your lips were swollen from the heavy kissing and unshed tears of desire glossed over your eyes. You were truly beautiful and for a split second he forgot about Laura.

‘’Beg for me, y/n. I’ll give you whatever you want, you only need to tell me,’’ he whispered.

‘’I want. . .I want you,’’ you whimpered.

He descended upon you, going in for the kill. Your teeth clashed against each other’s as his mouth consumed yours. Your hands clawed at his broad shoulders and trailed down his muscular back. His hands, the same hands that killed who-knows how many men, easily ripped apart your silk two piece, leaving you completely bare to him and ready for the taking. He gripped your thighs and dragged you to the edge of the bed, easily shoving himself between your legs and immediately dove into your soaked sex.

‘’Ahhh! Massimo,’’ you cried out, his tongue diving deep inside of your tightness. He knelt on the side of the bed, keeping a tight grip on your thighs as his tongue dove in and out of you, occasionally nipping at your sensitive pearl. Your full breasts heaved as you panted, shifting from looking down at him and closing shut in absolute bliss. You felt yourself involuntarily clench as your first climax was steadily approaching.

‘’Mas!’’ you moaned, your juices coating his snake-like tongue. His eyes locked onto yours as he greedily licked up your juices only to spit them back onto your pussy and lick it back up once more. You were dazed at this point, putty in his hands. You barely felt him maneuver around so that he now crept over you, manhood in his hand.

‘’Suck me,’’ he calmly ordered. When you hesitated to move, he straddled your chest and placed himself between your lips, teasingly tracing your lips with the head of his cock. Out of pure instinct you opened up for him and he took the opportunity to grab two fistfuls of your hair and shove you onto his thick shaft. You struggled against him, gagging on his cock which seemed to only please Massimo more by the way he throbbed and bobbed in your mouth. ‘’That’s it, there you go. Keep going, principessa. Take my cock,’’ he grunted as he fucked himself into your mouth, guiding your head back and forth on his length. You felt like a ragdoll, tears cascading down your face as he fucked you mouth, the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. You focused on breathing rather than the vulgar sounds coming from your mouth as he used you.

Massimo suddenly released your hair, taking a second to all you to feel his entire length throb in your mouth before roughly pushing you back onto the mattress, sliding his cock between your breasts. ‘’Squeeze your tits together,’’ his voice dripped with desire. Before you could even move he had already taken both breasts into his strong hands and began thrusting like a madman. You whimpered, unable to look anywhere other than his eyes as he fucked your tits.

‘’Massimo,’’ you cried out as he pinched your nipples between his fingers. ‘’You’re mine, mine to fuck. Mine to fill. And you’re going to take it all baby girl,’’ he grunted as his hips snapped furiously on top of you.

With no warning you felt the warmth of his thick release shoot onto your chest, a thick rope landing on your face. As you moved to wipe it off he smacked your hands away and flipped you over so that you were laying on your stomach. ‘’Let me see you,’’ he grunted, groping your ass and his fingertips grazing your sensitive core. Your body didn’t even feel like your own, you were too dazed and too inebriated on what this man was doing to you that you didn’t even respond when his hand came down on your ass, your body jerking from the slap.

‘’Let me see that tight pussy, let me see what’s mine,’’ Massimo whispered in your ear as you slowly arched your back, presenting yourself and readying yourself. The little moan that escaped Massimo’s throat was not lost on you as he slowly rubbed and prodded at your tight core. You gasped when you felt his saliva at your opening.

‘’I’m going to fuck you until you can’t leave this bed,’’ he began as one hand gripped the back of your neck and the other had an iron hold on your hip. His knee kicked apart your legs so that you were completely spread under him. ‘’I’m going to fill you up, baby girl. Every drop in this tight pussy. You’re mine inside and out,’’ you screamed as his cock stretched your needy cunt, his hips digging into your backside as he held you down to him. Once he was completely inside of you, he took a moment to admire the image of his rival’s daughter full of his cock and completely soaked and vulnerable to his touch. He began thrusting, gaining momentum as you moaned and whimpered his name over and over. He gently squeezed the back of your neck, grunting as the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt echoed around the room.

‘’You like this baby girl? I can feel you squeezing me, moaning my name like a common slut. My slut,’’ he growled in your ear before licking the side of your face and burying his head in your shoulder as he rutted against you. The way he moved was animalistic; bestial. Every time your body bounced due to the force of his thrusts his hand was quick to yank you back and spear his manhood into you.

‘’Mas, fuck ahhh. It’s too much,’’ you practically sobbed, hand reaching behind in a pathetic attempt to ease his brutality. He quickly grabbed hold of your hand, abandoning the grip he had on your hip as he took hold of your hands and pinned them in front of you. He didn’t answer as his thrusts sped up, completely hammering into you. You squeezed around his pulsing cock, screaming his name and vulgarities as he claimed you.

‘’So fucking tight, do you feel your pussy gripping onto me?’’ he growled, nipping at the side of your neck and pressing rough kisses onto any inch of your skin he could reach.

He slid around to the front of your neck, pulling you up so that your body rested against the front of his, thrusting up and forcing the crudest of noises from where the two of you were joined. Your hands gripped and clawed at his muscular forearm, whining like a bitch in heat as his grip remained firm around your neck and the other toyed with your body.

‘’Mas, I’m going to cum,’’ you cried, panting and thrashing against him. The knot was rapidly tightening in your abdomen, making you more desperate for that sweet release. He groaned, bucking up into you and watching as your tits bounced with every forceful thrust.

‘’Cum for me, principessa,’’ he ordered, kissing away some tears that fell down your cheek.

‘’Ahh!’’ you yelped when he slapped your pussy, paying extra attention to rub furiously at your clit.

‘’I said cum,’’ he growled, tightening his hand around your neck. You sobbed as you came harder than you ever had on his girth. You were intoxicated in this thick cloud of lust and ecstasy. Your body fell limp against Massimo’s as he still rutted into you. Your orgasm was cut short as the overstimulation quickly became too much. You struggled against him, crying and begging to slow down. ‘’Massimo, I can’t, it’s too much,’’ you sobbed, thrashing against him. Still, he held you against his chest and his movements only became faster and rougher. He rubbed and swiped at your clit, jerking your body as he did.

‘’Look at how well you take me,’’ he panted, kissing away your tears as he forced you to watch his length disappear into your folds. ‘’Try pushing me out,’’ he growled. You clenched around him, your muscles squeezing around his cock as he spread your lips to ensure he could be as deep as he possibly could inside of you.

‘’Fuck, principessa.’’ Your third orgasm fell over your body the same way waves crashed against the shores of Italy. You both fell forward as Massimo emptied himself inside of you, slowly thrusting so that you milked him of his release. The weight of his body on top of yours filled you with both a sense of comfort, but also possession. You felt like an object, his object. You whimpered as he kissed your cheek as he slowly removed himself from your sore, full pussy. Once your daze had subsided enough that you could think clearly you noticed a blinking light from the shadows of the room.

‘’What is that?’’ you asked, voice weak as he kissed up your back. Your heart immediately dropping into your ribcage.

‘’I wanted to make sure daddy witnessed his little girl becoming a woman. Who knows? He may have just witnessed his grandchild being conceived,’’ Massimo’s voice was smug, his manhood poking into your backside as your breathing became uneven. A camera. He recorded everything. Before you could protest you were flipped over so that you straddled Massimo.

‘’In time you’ll forgive me,’’ he stated, reassuring himself more than you as you sobbed in utter humiliation. You felt him lift you by your hips as you were seated on his shaft once more. You screamed as he began bucking up into you, holding you to his chest as he comforted you.

‘’Just give it time.’’

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down
Took the words right out my mouth
Tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it

Pairing(s): Massimo Torricelli x Reader

 Warning(s): None, tears from your author

 A/N: Thank you sooooo so much to everyone who has read this series. I love you all immensely. Song is ‘’Hard for Me’’ by Michele Morrone. I hope every one has a very happy safe new year, thank you for sticking with me throughout this journey. 

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You keep telling me that I am free to go
But I’m addicted to you
It’s a lie
It’s a lie

‘’No, absolutely not.’’

‘’And why not?’’

Cocking her head upwards, she beams at the sight of his thick eyebrows knotted together in feigned annoyance. The twinkle in his dark eyes gives him away as he grins down at her, admiring that tiny dimple that graces the left corner of her mouth whenever she laughs or smirks in mischief. Just as she is doing now. Her waves of dark hair frame her face as they bathe in this rare moment of peace. She giggles and he knows then and there that he’ll never tire of hearing it.

‘’Mario, we are absolutely not naming them ‘Brutus,’’ she sits up. His eyes immediately fell upon her proud bump, bare to see in the privacy of their little love nest. Their little miracle, their ‘’little pea’’ as she had recently coined them. Mario had been so eager to find out the sex of ‘’little pea’’, but he could not help but indulge his wife’s wishes of being surprised at the birth. They waited nearly ten years for their little miracle, a few more weeks wouldn’t hurt. It wouldn’t be much longer, he constantly found himself reflecting, only a few short weeks until they would welcome little pea home.

‘’What? It’s a classic. It’s a good, strong name for a strong boy,’’ Mario leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his wife’s as she placed his hand against her stomach, maneuvering it around her smooth skin until little pea’s strong legs began kicking against his palm much to their shared delight.

‘’Bold of you to assume we’re having a boy,’’ she quirked a brow in amusement, her full lips stretched into that smile that made it hard for Mario to breathe at times.

‘’You seem pretty confident we’re not,’’ he retorted, pressing a kiss to her nose.

She smiled up at her husband, taking in his features. As the years passed by his hair had begun to thin and gray hairs speckled around the sides, although that was most likely due to the stress that accompanied his job rather than age. He was still her Mario, her strong and protective, devoted husband. Her hand cupped his cheek, her thumb stroking his tan skin.

‘’After all these years…when will you realize I’m never wrong?’’ she sighed, leaning into his embrace as little pea’s kicks settled down into more of a flutter in her stomach.

Mario scoffed, encompassing his wife in his strong arms as they laid back down on their bed. So many years had they tried for a child, each year filled with bitter disappointment and less and less hopes of ever being a family. Just when they had begun to make their peace with the possibility of never being parents, one tiny pink ‘’+’’ sign changed their lives and filled it with newfound hope.

‘’What about Alessia?’’ she pondered, staring up at the ceiling as they curled up to one another.

A small, genuine smile graced Mario’s lips. He looked down at her, kissing her forehead. ‘’I like it. I like it a lot.’’ She smiled back, sighing as she stretched out her legs, enjoying the feel of her husband’s hands running along her skin.

‘’I have been thinking…of stepping down as Torricelli’s bodyguard.’’

He felt her stiffen a bit at the confession. He knew she wasn’t a fan of his line of work. She was aware of the horrors he had witnessed since joining the Torricelli clan. More than on one occasion had she awoken to him having night terrors or had to scrub his shirts until her knuckles were sore from getting crimson stains out of them. While she hated the lifestyle that came with her husband’s job, she knew it was no use to convince him to ever leave it. As hard as it was saying goodbye to him every morning, not knowing if that would be the last time she’d ever see him, she remained loyal to him and supported him to the best of her ability. And deep down she knew that he harbored immense guilt. 

The guilt of introducing her, and now their unborn child, into the world of the mafia. That he felt less than for introducing her to this life of danger, despite the money he provided and the ostentatious lifestyle they were now capable of having. Two poor children growing up on the streets of Sicily with barely enough money to afford dinner some nights, now living in a mansion of their own thanks to one of Italy’s greatest mafia families. Yet, she wondered how different their lives could have been if they just left it all behind and moved to some unchartered island surrounded by beaches. Somewhere safe, where their child could just run and grow and be merry. Where her and Mario could grow old in a humble house and surrounded by their grandchildren. Just her, Mario, and little pea.

‘’You might step down, but I know you could never leave it for good. If not for the money, then for that little boy,’’ she hummed.

Little Massimo had always looked up to Mario. His own father loved him dearly and spent every second he could with the boy but work tended to pull him aside and left Mario to fill the role of the father more often than not. She knew Mario secretly thought the same of Massimo, and her heart ached that she could not have given him a child of his own to play soccer with or to tell stories of heroes and gods to. Until now, that is.

‘’He’s a good kid…too good for this life,’’ he thought to himself, fingers stroking the exposed skin of her back. She didn’t respond, leading him to look back down at her. They both knew it was too late, that he would carry on his father’s legacy at some point. That those sweet, innocent brown eyes would harden with age and the violence would shape him into his father and his father before him.

‘’You both are.’’

She heavily exhaled through her nose, hand cupping his cheek to force him to meet her eyes.

‘’We’re not going anywhere. We’re a family,’’ she firmly stated. Mario nodded, ignoring the terrible feeling that this was all a dream. A child’s prayer. That they were working with borrowed time. But he would allow himself to rest easy now, for her sake. He would will himself to enjoy this rare moment of bliss and light in a life where blood and crime filled every waking moment. He willed it with every atom of he possessed; that things would just remain as they were now.

‘’I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. To both of you.’’

‘’I know. But there will be a day you will stop hating yourself for trying to make a better life for them than the ones we had as children,’’ she responded, pressing a kiss to his lips, smiling as little pea gave a hearty kick in agreement.

‘’I love you so much, Isabella. Mi principessa.’’

‘’I love you too Mario.’’

I thought that it was enough
But I don’t wanna say goodbye

You awoke with a start, letting a deep sigh exit your mouth as quietly as you could. The strong arm wrapped around your midsection aided in evening your breaths as you took in your surroundings. The familiar scent that made up Massimo filled your being with instant relief despite the few stray tears that stained the beige pillowcase under your head. It wasn’t too often that you dreamt, and if you did it usually revolved around your loved ones. A faceless woman and Mario, scenarios that were impossible to remember but you tried desperately to create and unfold. The parents that you were robbed off. Dreaming of them helped heal you over the years, despite the heaviness in your chest. You quietly untangled yourself from the man heavily snoring beside you, admiring his peaceful state and noting that even with age he was still the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

The sun was beginning to peek through the curtains of your bedroom, New Zealand’s winter weather providing a nice comfortable chill. Winters, as you and Massimo quickly discovered, were one of the warmest times of the year, and your favorite. The locals had been kind, quick to consider the two of you and your son ‘’whanau’’ or ‘’extended family.’’ They showed you the ins and outs of life in rural New Zealand, sharing their language and culture. In no time, your family of three felt as though this place had been your true home all along.

The blades of grass tickled your bare feet as you took your morning stroll through the clearing. The Northern part of the country was full of them, and you found that your ritualistic morning walks through the fields did wonders for your health. Nearly twenty years had passed to the day the two of you moved to this new country with nothing but two suitcases filled with clothes and your infant son. So many birthdays passed, Christmases with Massimo dressing as Saint Nicholas in red swim trunks, graduations, staying up late on New Year’s Eve and waking up early to take the kids to school, all of it. 

You would think of these moments along with other random things as your bare feet felt the cool earth beneath you. You would think of Massimo, who was still as handsome as the day you met him. Older, but still divine in his own right, gray hairs gracing his beard and atop his head. Fine lines by the corner of his light brown eyes from so many years of happiness and laughter. You also thought of your children.

Your son would be visiting you two for Christmas break. Shit, you hoped Massimo would find the note you left instructing him to take the chicken out of the freezer for the special dinner tonight. Apparently y/s/n was bringing a girl he met at university and it was of the upmost importance that you and Massimo did not ‘’totally embarrass him’’ by bringing out the baby albums. You grinned at the thought of showing his girlfriend a particular picture of a six-year-old y/s/n mooning the camera because his father had not allowed him a second slice of pie.

Having your daughter had been easier, admittedly. By the time you fell pregnant with y/d/n the three of you had set roots down in your home. Y/s/n was in school and old enough to help out with his baby sister and you and Massimo had settled into comfortable careers and your neighbors acted as adopted grandparents to your children. She was a spitting image of you, but she had her father’s pride that often served as the source of numerous insignificant fights between the two. Y/s/n resembled a perfect blend of his parents but had developed your reserved and empathetic nature while y/d/n could bring the former boss of the Torricelli clan to his knees with one glare. . .most of the time.

Other times your mind drifted to things that needed to be done around the house, of the ocean, of the handful of genuine friends your little family had made over the years. Years of therapy and the occasional call with your therapist allowed you to also reflect on the past without the tight restraints of anxiety and fear restricting your breathing. Instead, you reflected on happier times. Like the way Mario would sigh in content after each sip of his black coffee. Or the rose garden that you adored so much. Or even as a child the way your pseudo-parents laughed as you ran along the shore, jumping over waves and feeling the sand between your toes.

You found yourself constantly repeating the process of making peace with the past. How the horror and the beauty of it all could both coexist and live in your memories. The good and the bad could both exist and remain true, and the guilt did not have to plague your being as it had done so in your youth. The ghosts of the past no longer filled you with dread but would rather greet you and walk alongside you like old friends. That’s the thing about dealing with ghosts, they could only hold power over you if allowed them to.

You sat down on a mossy log, sighing as you took in the smell of sea salt and fresh grass. Occasionally a few Kaimanawa horses would cautiously graze the fields, only to quickly gallop away as if they had never been there, much like the ghosts of your past.

Y/d/n would be running late for dinner, as she had begun volunteering at a local retirement center between graduating high school and making the move down South for college. Medical school was clear in her future, while her older brother preferred studying World History to become a professor one day. Admittedly, both Massimo and you had full hearts that swelled with pride at your two children who grew up exactly the way the two of you had desperately hoped for; normal. A peaceful smile graced your lips, hands brushing away a few strands of hair that danced in the wind.

‘’You’re not very inconspicuous, dear,’’ you called out, only to be greeted by a pair of strong arms wrapping around your shoulders and lips pressed against your temple.

‘’Yeah, well once you’ve been married for 19 years, you tend to abandon being inconspicuous,’’ Massimo retorted, coaxing a playful scoff from you. You had some faded love bites from the other night that would greatly argue against that sentiment. The two of you had gotten older, but the sexual appetite seemingly only increased with age. You glanced down at the ring that had been resting on your left hand, the sparkle of the diamond would always draw attention in the sunlight. The two of you rested in comfortable silence, laying your head against his shoulder as you both watched the way the sun bounced off the turquoise waves.

‘’Your son is bringing a girl home for dinner tonight,’’ you murmured.

‘’I just got off the phone with him, apparently it’s serious,’’ Massimo responded, a shadow of a smirk on his face and playful wiggle of his dark brows led you to playfully swat at his chest.

‘’Be nice, he’s nervous. I’m sure you can attempt to remember when we were young and you’d get flustered around me.’’

‘’Remember? Principessa, to this day you still take my breath away.’’

‘’Yes because whenever I try to cook the house nearly always bursts into flames,’’ you joked, earning a deep laugh from your husband, his chest vibrating against the side of your face.

‘’Y/d/n will be late again, I’m sure. She got that trait from you,’’ you added, squealing as he jokingly pinched your thigh.

‘’I wasn’t the one who took her sweet time getting to the hospital.’’

You grinned at the memory. So much laughter. So many wonderful moments. A stark contrast as to how the two of you had met. Almost comically different from where you two began. Life had just been so easy following the fire, following the move here. Like everything just fell into place the moment you got out of Italy.

Both of your wedding bands glistened in the sun as the sounds of the waves echoed throughout the crisp air.

‘’Are you happy?’’ you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Massimo nodded, his head, knowing that your question did not mean if he was happy simply in this moment.

‘’I’m happy…you happy?’’

Happy. The word you had been chasing and dancing with your whole lives. The word you wanted so desperately to fill your children’s lives with, and you both knew you had succeeded when they thought their parents were a normal, boring middle-aged couple who had met somewhere in Europe and moved to New Zealand for a better life. You succeeded in concealing the past and all of its’ demons. A pandora’s box of secrets and violence, locked away but never forgotten. You both raised wonderful children who were beginning to take on the world and make it their own. The two of you were so beautiful together, Massimo was such a devoted father.

He was your best friend; you had realized at some point early on in your marriage. Friendship, it turned out, had been the basis for your relationship. Not lust. Not greed. Not vengeance. Friendship. The two of you had been given a life of lies and crime at birth, but in one another found something worth growing old for and worth leaving it all behind.

Both of you defeated the odds and made a home for yourselves and a blissful marriage filled with love and passion and patience. How could you simply limit what you were feeling to just one simple, but powerful word? ‘’Happy.’’ Neither of you were all that experienced in happiness, prior to having your children of course. Or truth. Or normalcy.

You analyzed Massimo’s face as he broke his gaze from the ocean to stare down at you. The face you woke up next to every morning and kissed before falling asleep at night. The one person who loved you without question as equitably as you loved them. Your Massimo. A soft smile found its’ way back home to your face as you leaned in to meet your husband in a kiss. Maybe, just for him, you could allow yourself to ease into the simple, powerful world.

‘’I’m happy.’’

And I think you should know
That I won’t let it go

Y/d/n sighed as she made her way down the halls, ready to check out for the day. Untying her thick hair from the tight pony tail, she sighed and rubbed at the stiffness in her neck. She knew her parents would tease her relentlessly about her ‘’impeccable timing’’ at the dinner table later on. She still had to change clothes and shoes and at least try to look presentable for her brother and his new beau. She groaned, readying herself for the night ahead.

‘’Alessia?’’ a soft-spoken voice called out, making her tense up and twirl around with furrowed brows. Was one of her mother’s friends here?

‘’Ma’am?’’ she questioned, entering the room of one of the many residents. An elderly woman, probably entering her mid-eighties sat in a bed, her white hair pulled into a tight bun.

‘’A-Alessia? Is it you?’’ her meek voice called out, hands shakily reaching towards her.

‘’No ma’am, I’m y/d/n,’’ she smiled down at the woman, taking one of her hands with both of her own in an attempt to comfort her.

‘’Y-you look so familiar,’’ the old woman whispered, eyes squinting only slightly as she gazed into the young woman’s eyes. ‘’You remind me so much…I-I lost her, I don’t know where she went,’’ her sad eyes conveyed years of pain. Honey brown eyes, similar to her own shiny with unshed tears.

Y/d/n smiled sadly, stroking the older woman’s hands and listening with an empathetic ear. Alessia wasn’t a common name around these parts, which left y/d/n feeling confused and slightly unsettled as she comforted the elderly woman who, although never having met her, felt. . .different. As though she had known her without knowing her.

‘’Who did you lose?’’

‘’My daughter…she was so tiny. Little pea.’’

The older woman sighed, shaking her head and laying back down into the crisp white sheets, running a shaky hand down her face as she collected her thoughts.

‘’If you’d like, I can come by tomorrow and visit you? I’d love to be friends and get to know you more,’’ y/d/n offered, earning a small smile from the woman.

‘’Thank you, Alessia.’’

‘’My name is y/d/n, ma’am.’’ The older woman smiled, settling back into her bed before resting her eyes, trying to dismiss a feeling of uncertainty brewing in the back of her mind.

‘’My name is Isabella.’’

Y/d/n smiled kindly, nodding her head as she tried to search the archives of her young mind. Who was she? Why did she look so familiar?

‘’I’ll be back tomorrow, Isabella.’’

The elder woman offered a sad smile, but a spark of hope illuminated her honey brown eyes.

‘’You will?’’

She was already halfway out of the room, turning back to give a grin that showcased the dimple on the left-hand side of her cheek.

‘’For you, a thousand times over.’’

It was like a million times
I’m singing a lullaby
And I think you should know
That I won’t let it go

THE END…

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Pairing: Massimo Torricelli x Reader

 Warning(s): language, angst, violence, major character death.

 Summary: Like fire, tensions come to a head and the world around you is engulfed in its’ flames. Who will become the phoenix and who will be buried in the ashes?

 A/N: There will be one or two more chapters before this story concludes! Thank you! Also if you messaged me about being added to the Taglist, please send me another message because Tumblr deleted any messages I had saved!

 PART ONEPART TWOPART THREEPART FOURPART FIVEPART SIXPART SEVENPART EIGHT PART TEN EPILOGUE

He was absolutely unhinged, pacing back and forth as his words jumbled together. He was in a manic state as he snarled and cursed and spat. Like a rabid dog, spittle and animalistic grunts erupted from his throat. The gun would shift from being aimed at your stomach and then carelessly being waved around in the air. He alternated from discussing Massimo, your mother, your birth parents, and the child you were carrying.

‘’You’re a filthy fucking whore. Just like the worthless bitches I deal with every day. Just like your whore of a mother and the woman I took you from,’’ he spat, eyes flickering around madly.

You remained silent, for as long as he was livid and had the gun in his possession, it would be pushing the envelope too far if you provoked him.

‘’She left me. Can you believe that? SHE left ME! The moment she found out where I found you, she tried running. So I had to…I-I had to,’’ his fuming tone subsided as his thoughts trailed off. He paused, eyes searching the floors for an invisible variable.

‘’She tried taking you, tried running. Had she not been so weak she may have…faster…the bullet is always faster,’’ he chuckled, the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck stood stiff as he began laughing to himself as if a third party had made a joke. But that was the most harrowing fact of the matter. It was just you and him as he laughed over the details of how he murdered his wife for attempting to do what was right. For attempting to secure your freedom and hers’ before the mafia life had corrupted you the way it had her husband.

‘’And that other whore…Massimo’s first whore,’’ he panted between giggles. His hand that wasn’t holding the gun stretched out as if to mirror an explosion in the palm of his hand.

‘’She had no chance the moment Domenico told me their coordinates. She begged and screamed, not even for her life. F or her child’s. Just like my wife, just like the woman who birthed you. I thought for a moment about selling her off to a particularly violent ring in Serbia. But I don’t know what came over me, one minute I was standing there as this bitch wailed, the next I’m watching her burst into flames. It’s interesting, isn’t it? What lengths a mother would go to for her child?’’ his attention turned back to you, eyeing the nearly invisible bump of your lower abdomen.

You were shaking. Whether in fear or in disgust; you couldn’t even distinguish the two at this point. All you thought about was how much you hated this man. How you wanted to watch him suffer and watch the light leave his eyes. You wanted him eradicated from the face of the Earth for you, for your unborn child, for all of the women whose lives he ruined, and for your father. The glass that previously contained your orange juice flew from your hands like a meteor hurtling towards an unsuspecting planet. The way the man you once called ‘’father’’ screeched as the glass broke out into hundreds of shards when coming into contact with his face was chilling, absolutely chilling. Your body quickly fell to the floor as his finger instinctively began firing out shots in a blind fit of rage. You gasped when one bullet ricocheted off your vanity mirror and bounced to the floor, right beside your right shoulder.

When you glanced up you tensed. You would be lying if you had said the scene before you didn’t strike fear into your heart. Blood coated his face, dripping down onto his chest and forever staining that white suit of his. One of his eyes was shut tight as blood, tears, and another fluid which you could only guess to be vitreous gel seeped from the wound. Blinded. He aimed once more, only for his stomach to fall when the distinctive ‘’click’’ of an empty chamber echoed amongst the walls. From the distance you could hear the guards racing up the eastern staircase to see what the commotion was about.

Without hesitating you charged at him, landing a powerful kick to his left knee and didn’t even cringe when the sickening crunch shortly followed as he collapsed to the floor in agony. You panted, quickly grabbing the steel poker from the fireplace as well as a mop the maids had left as a makeshift barrier to temporarily keep the guards out.

Your father, through his screams and gasps of excruciating pain, thrashed on the floor like a fish clinging onto life. Through your own labored breathing, you kept your attention on him as you knelt to the ground beside him.

‘’You fucking cunt. You won’t make it out of here alive. You and that fucking bastard in your belly will burn,’’ he spat, blood and saliva falling to your cheek. He broke out into maniacal laughter, looking like the devil himself.

You brought one shaky hand to your face, wiping off his blood and spittle before reaching into his pant pocket before acquiring what you were looking for. His laughter stopped when his one good eye recognized what you were holding.

‘’No, you will. Your legacy will burn along with you. This estate, your men. It all ends with you,’’ you coldly responded before you began pouring the concoction of cleaning materials over his body, nearly waterboarding him in the process. The odor of the bleach quickly enveloped the room. The voices of his guards steadily grew louder as their footsteps drew nearer.

You rose from the floor, ensuring every bottle of bleach, spray, and scented oils was dumped onto him before clutching his lighter. You could vaguely hear him cursing you, cursing your child, cursing Massimo and everything under the sun as he desperately moved around the floor like some sort of slug.

‘’I’ll see you in Hell!’’ he roared, the flame easily taking hold of one of his drenched arms and rapidly growing thereafter. The entire room illuminated into a burnt orange glow as smoke quickly began flooding it.

‘’You will, but you be sure to tell them who put you there,’’ you responded, eyes reflecting the haze as you watched him burn. You didn’t even blink as the smell of charred flesh filled your nostrils. And as he burned, you prayed with all your might that he thought of the pregnant woman he burned in the backseat of a limo two years ago.

The sound of the door banging broke your trance as you grabbed the steel poker from the door, readying yourself as the fire quickly became fiercer. You turned on the gas for the fireplace, mentally prepping yourself for what was to come. The flames lapped at your curtains and you knew it would only be seconds before the room would explode into a wildfire.

Domenico nervously bounced his leg, repeatedly calling the y/l/n estate to no avail. In the background, Massimo gathered with his men as well as his cousins and their men, locating the weak spots of your family’s estate. Taking out the guards would be an easy enough feat, but securing your safety and drawing you away from your father while dodging snipers and bodyguards was another matter. Massimo ran a hand down his jaw as his closest cousin, Luca, set a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

‘’It’s going to work, primo. We’re going to get her back.’’

Domenico clenched his jaw, cursing your father as his private line went directly to voicemail. He had to think fast, he had to play his cards right if he had any hopes of getting out of this alive.

‘’Domenico.’’

He jumped, turning to meet Massimo’s confused gaze.

‘’Sorry, personal issues,’’ Domenico smiled anxiously, quickly shoving his phone back into his pant pocket. Massimo’s deep eyes felt like they were seeing right through Domenico. As if he could see right into his soul and uncover every lie and betrayal with one glance.

‘’I’ll ride with you,’’ Massimo muttered, tightening his bullet proof vest and ensuring he had a full chamber.

‘’Great.’’

The two exited the mansion, hurrying alongside a dozen of the most ruthless and well-known assassins within the Torricelli family. Domenico suppressed a gulp when he caught Luca loading a Beretta with such ease. With shaky hands, not unseen by Massimo, he opened the car door for his lifelong friend and boss and promptly took the driver’s seat. Domenico felt Massimo’s gaze in the rearview mirror as he started the car, eyes moving around wildly while attempting to give the impression that all was well.

‘’You seem tense, Domenico,’’ Massimo noted. His voice was unnervingly calm.

‘’What makes you say that?’’ Domenico laughed it off, foot still on the break and hand still on the stick.

Massimo shrugged, looking out the window onto the pastures.

‘’Did she say anything when you took her back?’’ he continued with his jaw clenched. Domenico tapped at the stick, wracking his brain around for any possible options.

‘’Did she? Did her father? Did your banksmen gasp when they saw the two million wired to your account the day she left?’’

Domenico’s eyes widened in sheer terror, finally meeting Massimo through the mirror. His mouth opened and closed but the only sound that could come out were tiny, high-pitched gasps.

‘’Why did you do it?’’ Massimo sighed, tired and the hurt clearly evident on his chiseled face. With a gulp, Domenico felt his entire body shake.

‘’Mas…it was…it was just business.’’

Massimo nodded, sniffing the air as he bit his bottom lip in an almost nonchalant manner. ‘’Not to me.’’

Massimo lunged forward, the wire wrapped tightly around Domenico’s throat as he thrashed around, kicking at the windshield, the steering wheel, anything he could. He gagged and gasped, trying to claw at Massimo’s face. Massimo didn’t let up, using all of his might to pull tighter while dodging Domenico’s flailing fists.

‘’It was never business! Not when they burned Laura alive! Not when they caved Mario’s face in!” Massimo roared to the point the windows of the car shook and vibrated. All the while Domenico squealed and huffed as his lungs felt as though they were burning to a crisp. His usual olive skin rapidly turned a bright purple as he shook violently against the driver’s seat. ‘’Mario began the investigation the day Laura died, I didn’t want to believe him,’’ Massimo growled, fresh tears blurring his vision. ‘’But he was always right.’’

‘’It wasn’t business when you involved Y/n,’’ he hissed lowly in the same manner a cobra would before going in for the kill. Massimo kept grunting, pulling and yanking until finally the thrashing and gasping stopped. Domenico laid rigid against the leather seats, limbs and face contorted in a gruesome manner as Luca then opened the driver’s door and tossed the body onto the graveled driveway. He took the previously occupied seat and began driving away. Massimo sighed, fixing his hair and undoing the safety of his gun. He inhaled, exhaled, and repeated the action to recollect his thoughts. He prayed you were unharmed, that you wouldn’t meet the same fate as so many before you. He was well-accustomed to loss at this point, but he knew he could not go on without you. Because if any harm had come to you, he’d set the whole world on fire and bury himself beneath the ashes.

Taking out the two guards had not been an easy task, the wound on your shoulder where the bullet had nearly gone straight through had been proof of that. But you had done it, you were covered in their blood from when you had shot one and bludgeoned the other with the fireplace poker, but you were alive. The blood soaked through your once ivory nightgown and matted your hair. ‘’Please just hold on a bit longer,’’ you prayed, hand over your stomach as you crept through the halls, clutching the rifle that had only moments prior belonged to an ill-fated guard. You could hear men frantically yelling throughout the halls as you hid among the shadows. The flames had quickly spread from your room throughout numerous others and a veil of black and gray smoke began wafting through the mansion. One of the cooks from below had been so startled by all of the commotion that he had fled, the wine used to sauté the chicken meant to be tonight’s dinner had been forgotten and led to a second fire burning downstairs. Thus, your childhood home had steadily, yet increasingly became eaten away by the parasitic flames.

‘’Sir we have numerous cars approaching the estate.’’

‘’I have eyes on the tar-‘’

Silence. The walkie talkie on the security detail went dead silent. Then a familiar sound of bullets raining down outside. You didn’t even care as random staff ran frantically up and down the halls, too terrified to approach the blood-soaked woman who eerily walked through the orange glow of the burning mansion among the blackened air with a hauntingly calm aura. You recall forgetting to breathe every now and then in a subconscious effort to keep as much ash and smoke out of your lungs. You briefly remember a guard staring at you in shock and perhaps even rage before you shot him dead, the bullet piercing his left cheek. You didn’t even pay attention to the barrage of bullets and yelling outside, the crackle and hissing of the flames quickly becoming louder by the second.

Whatever was happening outside, bullets managed to pierce through some of the windows of the mansion, the flames quickly growing in size and in fury. You knew you had to get out, and you had to get out this instant unless you would be swallowed alive by the fire. You you found yourself slowly coming out of your daze, out of the traumatic events unfolding and revealed before you. You took a sharp right, maneuvering amongst the broken glass, ashes, and bullets that littered the steps. Your fists clenched, jaw tight as the hairs on your arms and neck stood up as you felt eyes on you. Raising the rifle promptly, shocked at how easily you were prepared to take another life, you let out a gasp as you met deep brown eyes.  

Massimo could’ve sworn he was dreaming, or that he died and woke up in hell. He remembered the assault on your father’s estate, his cousins and loyal men effectively taking out the security one by one. When he caught whiff of the smoke and the sight of the angry red and orange flames, he threw caution to the wind and barged into the kitchen door that had been tucked away on the side of the house. He hissed when the influx of air had breathed life into the flames’ chest, running out of the inferno that had been formally the kitchen and great dining hall.

‘’Y/N!’’ he screamed, eyes squinted due to the smoke that clouded his vision.

His nostrils and lungs stung from the unbearable smell. He stalked the burning building, ignoring the maids and cooks who were in hysterics and searching for a way out. He didn’t care, only firing once at a guard who stepped into his line of vision.

He found himself by the front entrance of the estate, not yet charred by the approaching flames, but certainly torn apart by the attack and the ashes that circulated in the air. A body or two littered the background. He allowed the thick air to fill his lungs, only for it to leave when he looked up the grand staircase.

‘’Massimo…’’

You looked like some sort of war goddess. A Valkyrie sent to deliver him home. A siren calling out his name. Amongst the rubble and bloodshed, among the dead and the living. He didn’t care. All he saw was you. You froze, the rifle falling to your side and slipping from your grasp onto the steps as your mouth slightly opened. Massimo breathed heavily, the tears smearing the blood splatter and ash from his cheekbones.

‘’Principessa,’’ he practically whimpered.

‘’You came back,’’ you whispered, half to yourself and half to the bloodied man standing before you.

He nodded, his legs carrying him towards the stairs as you slowly made your way down, still in shock. Like the very foundations around you, the world faded away. There was no logic, no violence, no loss. Only love. Even as he held you in his warm embrace, even as you both cried and gently caressed each other, nothing else mattered other than the man standing before you. His thumbs wiped away your tears and smeared the blood on your face in the process. Your hands cradled the sides of his chiseled features. Whimpers and sighs passing between both of your lips.

‘’You’re ok…you’re ok, principessa… you’re ok’’ he kept repeating, holding you and kissing you, eyes glazed over with tears as he noticed your shoulder that the bullet had grazed. He gulped, choking on his words as you kept reassuring him.

‘’You’re ok,’’ you couldn’t tell if Massimo was reassuring you or himself or asking you, but you nodded up at him, offering a smile through your tears as he held you close to him. Your hand drifted to your stomach. His body tensed as his eyes tore away from you to look at where your hand pressed.

‘’We. We’re ok,’’ you kept nodding, taking his hand and pressing it to your tiny bump.

His jaw fell slack as his eyes stared down. He hadn’t known. He hadn’t known about the baby and sent you away. Had he known, he would never have let you out of his sight. But he loved you, loved you enough to let you go to protect you. Loved you enough to show you the most vulnerable parts of himself, the parts he feared were too gruesome to love. And he wanted nothing more than to have this moment engraved into his memories and to live his life with you.

‘’I’m tired of pretending that I do not love you, because I do. I’m tired of running. I’m so tired of running,’’ you let the words fall from your lips, finding it extremely freeing.

He finally tore his eyes off your abdomen, meeting your eyes as the hand that was not pressed against your small bump cradled the side of your face. You leaned in further against his touch.

‘’Then stay.’’

You nodded and let the tears fall freely as your lips met in a passionate kiss. You clutched at his vest, crying tears of relief and complete happiness as he led you out of the only home you had ever known. His thick arms clutched you to his chest, shielding your face from the ashes and smoke as you inhaled his scent. The sunshine blinded you as you left the confines of your birdcage, being placed into a truck with Massimo still clutching you and looking you over for injuries. He sighed, the exhaustion and relief evident in his eyes as he and his men began heading out. You refused to look back as the estate burned to the ground, only an exoskeleton of brick and steel would eventually remain, like the bones of a great beast.

But you didn’t look back, you couldn’t. Your eyes gently closed as your face rested against Massimo’s chest, his hand holding yours as if you would disappear if he let go. You felt him press a kiss to your temple as his arm wrapped around your body, his hand protectively covering your bump as he allowed himself to take it all in. As the vehicle began driving past the pastures where you would ride horses, past the cliffs and ocean where you had spent endless days as a child and where you had your first kiss, the sun felt like a blanket over your bodies in the backseat. A sigh escaped Massimo as his body also began to relax once he was able to comprehend that it was over. That he had found you and you were both now free. The dirt road gently rocked you both to sleep, hands still tangled together. Leaving the past behind, heading towards your tomorrow.

 ‘’I love you, principessa,’’ Massimo whispered aloud. And to himself, before sleep overcame him he gave thanks to his father, Mario, and Laura for watching over the two of you today. And he would’ve liked to think that all three were finally at peace, smiling as they headed towards their own tomorrows as the two of you headed towards yours’.

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Pairing: Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Warning(s): language, angst, violence, mentions of miscarriage, kidnapping, depression.

Summary: Finally, everything is revealed. The reader’s past, as well as the truth about your parentage and your secret is finally unveiled during a fatal and long overdue sit down with your father.

A/N: This is a very important chapter so I hope you enjoy! Only a few more chapters before this series is finished!

 Part OnePart TwoPart ThreePart FourPart FivePart SixPart Seven Part Nine Part Ten Epilogue

You didn’t keep track of time in the days that you had spent locked away in your room. You avoided mirrors entirely, having no desire to look at the dark circles that embedded themselves under your eyes or the way your eyes had lost any sort of light in them. Your lips were chapped, but the headaches had ceased a day or two ago. You were sure that you had cried yourself out the day Massimo had sent you away, that there were no longer any tears that your weak body could muster. A part of you felt incredibly selfish, given your condition, but you couldn’t think clearly. Every waking moment was spent thinking about Massimo. You weren’t eating nearly enough nor drinking enough water to fuel your body. Sleep evaded you, though you didn’t desire that either. All you really could think about was how you would never see the man you loved again.

‘’Honey?’’ your father’s throaty voice called from behind you as you sat against the large window of your room.

Guards were stationed everywhere, at least two of them always present at your door. In short, running away or even jumping out your balcony simply weren’t options. Your hand twitched at the sound of your father’s footsteps, sucking in a deep breath when his meaty hand gently clasped your shoulder.

‘’Honey, the maids have been telling me that you haven’t been eating much,’’ the way his voice gave the illusion of genuine concern baffled you. The way this man, this monster, who kidnapped and sold thousands if not millions of women and children could go to sleep every night and be free of guilt stunned you. How easily he could attempt to continue this charade of being the loving, doting father that you had foolishly believed all of these years filled your insides with revulsion.

‘’I…I’m not hungry,’’ you croaked, your throat dry as a tendril of your hair (which that itself seemed to lose its’ shine) fell in front of your face.

Your father reached out to brush it away, stopping short when he noticed the way you cowered and flinched. He let out a sigh of frustration, turning his attention to the door.

‘’Leave my daughter and I alone, we have much to discuss,’’ he barked at the guards, who dutifully did as their boss ordered and went on their merry ways.

A lavishly hand carved wooden chair scraped along the tiled floors as your father took his seat a few feet in front of you. He leaned forward, creasing his expensive suit and the way his gold Rolex glistened caught your attention for a brief moment.

‘’Y/n, what happened to you?’’

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head as your hand ran itself through your locks. ‘’You cannot be serious,’’ you chuckled,  your father’s bushy brows pinching together in both confusion and dwindling patience.

‘’As the plague,’’ his tone took on a more serious bite, causing your faux grin to melt away and be replaced with cold, angry eyes. Those terrible eyes. You couldn’t help but think those terrible eyes had been the last thing many people had looked into before they died.

‘’My entire life has been a lie. Everything I thought you stood for, father, has been a lie,’’ you shifted your weight to look him dead in the eye. His thumbs nervously twitched.

‘’You had a great childhood,’’ he tried deflecting. ‘’You never wanted for anything.’’

‘’At what cost, father?! Human lives?? Innocent people everyday suffer because of you, because of this family! Families torn apart, lives ruined. And you didn’t even care!’’ you snarled, arms waving around wildly.

‘’I did what I had to in order to ensure we were on top! It’s time you grew up and knew what reality consists of, young lady! It is survival of the fittest, eat or be eaten, kill or be killed!’’ he spat, hands doing all sorts of manic gestures. You scoffed, shaking your head.

‘’I have been kidnapped, used as leverage, nearly assaulted in an alleyway, beaten and nearly shot by YOUR men. Don’t you dare sit there and attempt to lecture me about reality or the real world. I’ve SEEN the real world, and it is an ugly, decrepit, dark place because of men like you,’’ you hissed. For a split second you swore you saw your father cower back from your words. At the very least he was unnerved by your changed personality. You were no longer the innocent child calling him excitedly about your acceptance letter to Harvard, nor the sweet little girl picking apples in the orchard. You’ve changed into something else entirely.

‘’And you think Massimo Torricelli is any different?’’ his voice terrifyingly composed and stoic.

You were at a loss for words as you sat back into your chair. You gazed at the bronze door handle just yards away. ‘’I know he’s different.’’

Your father laughed, shaking his head at you in the same manner he would when you were young and had said something out of childhood innocence. It made your blood boil.

‘’Now I am convinced you truly live in a fantasy, y/n,’’ he chuckled, taunting you. Baiting you.

You leaned forward in your chair, forearms resting on your knees as you met his cold gaze.

‘’So set me straight.’’

He arched a brow, any implication of humor immediately evaporated from his face. ‘’About?’’

‘’Everything. Laura, Mario, my mother, everyone and everything. Set me straight. Release me,’’ you demanded without blinking. He gulped at the mention of your mother, rubbing his hands on his pants and looking down at the family ring.

‘’No, look at me. I want you to look at me as I finally hear the truth in your own words,’’ you ordered. He clenched his jaw, but did as you wished. Your gaze softened only slightly as you increasingly grew desperate.

‘’I need you to release me.’’

He sighed, glancing once more at the ground before meeting your gaze.

‘’Twenty-seven years ago…your mother and I had been married for nearly ten years. Seven…seven miscarriages and one stillbirth later and we still had no children. You know as well as I do that in this life, a family needs a legacy. Children are that legacy. Without them, the family dies out and leaves its’ head vulnerable.’’

‘’We had visited numerous doctors from all over the world. The words ‘sterile’, ‘hostile womb’, ‘low chance of conception’ quickly became accustomed to us. It took a heavy toll on her. She lost weight, her smile, even some hair and above all she lost the will to live. And the family became weaker because of my inability to produce an heir to the y/l/n throne. At this point I had been in the business for quite some time. I had done everything my father and grandfather failed to do; create an empire. I succeeded in establishing my throne, but I had failed miserably at producing an heir. One day, as I was overseeing normal operations, I saw something.

This woman, a spitting image of your own mother in her youth screamed wildly. Had her health not deteriorated from the depression and numerous treatments, I could’ve sworn it was my loving wife, but no this woman was fiercer, younger. The wails that erupted from her mouth were inhuman, like a fox caught in a trap or a mother wolf crying to the moon. She caused a great disturbance that day, work seemingly ceased as I made my way over to see what the commotion was about. I gripped her arm and saw she was carrying a small bundle tucked under her breast. The men and I finally ripped it from her and there you were…this small, beautiful child. Truly beautiful. Too beautiful to be in the hands of clients and sold off like livestock. It made sense why this woman fought tooth and nail to keep you two together; refusing to be separated and sold off. She kept screaming for her husband, and she kept wailing your name over and over as I took you. She was sent away…somewhere far down South…Australia or New Zealand rather. And from then on you were our little y/n.’’

You froze in your chair, mouth dry as the ground beneath your feet crumbled right from under you. One could hear a pen drop at the silence that plagued the room.

‘’W-what was my name?’’ was all you could think to ask. Somewhere, somehow in the deepest part of you, you knew. The name was on the tip of your tongue, yet you prayed that you were wrong. But you knew. You knew. He pondered a second or two, searching the archives of his mind before he finally answered:

‘’Alessia.’’

Your father rushed to your side as you collapsed onto your knees, sobbing and wheezing for air. ‘’Y/n! Y/N breathe!’’ he yelled, holding you to his chest as you let out a blood curdling scream, echoing off the walls and throughout the mansion. With everything in you, you screamed. You clawed, kicked, pounded your fists on any surface within your proximity. Begged. Begged to make it stop. Begged for him to tell you that he lied. That it wasn’t true. That he hadn’t ripped you from your birth mother’s arms and ripped away your identity. That you were y/n y/l/n, daughter of y/f/n and y/m/n. But he never did. He never would. And you were forced to face the dark, haunting reality of your tragic past.

Your name was not your name. Your home was not your home. Your mother had not been your mother. And your father was not your father. It had been Mario all along. So close, yet now forever out of reach. How cruel it had been.

Hours must have passed. You weren’t sure how you ended up back in your bed with a towel draped over your forehead, forcibly given water and orange juice. After the maids had assured your father that you had only suffered a panic attack had he dismissed everyone. In their urgency, the maids completely abandoned their cleaning supplies by the door to your father’s annoyance but said nothing and had taken a seat at the foot of your bed.

‘’I am so sorry. Truly y/n,’’ was all he could say, avoiding your eyes.

‘’Don’t. Don’t call me that,’’ you shook your head, tears brimming your eyes.

He huffed, shaking his own head in annoyance. ‘’You have cost me enough trouble as is. Over 80% of my produce is gone. Most of my men, dead! I have to rebuild this family from the ground up. All for your fucking fairytale romance, all because you spread your legs for that fucking bastard!’’ he snarled, finally showing his true colors.

A slight smirk threated to tug at your lips as you saw him begin to unravel, but opted to meet his deadly glare with your own as you sat up. He must’ve noticed this because he took a deep exhale and collected himself, slowly deteriorating into the role of the caring father.

‘’That said, you are ready to begin overlooking things as well. You are still my daughter, still the one to inherit this business. You will work to rebuild, restore, and expand this family’s name. And in time this will all be forgotten,’’ he rose, turning to exit.

‘’You’re wrong.’’

He visibly froze, fists clenching at his sides. He swiftly turned back around to face you.

‘’Y/n,’’ he hissed through a locked jaw.

‘’I told you, that’s not my name. It never was. And I am not going to help you rebuild this fucking family, I’m going to use the foundation of this house brick by brick and stone by stone to build my own funeral pyre if I have to. But I am done. I am done being afraid and scared and lied to. I’m done being a pawn.’’

‘’What makes you so sure you can walk away from this? You think he’s going to save you? That he’s just going to waltz right in here and take you back and you’ll live happily ever after?’’ he scoffed, face turning purple from his rage. You shook your head in disagreement.

‘’I’m saving us,’’ a protective hand placed over your stomach. It took him a moment before it finally sunk in. All the dots became aligned and, for once, it was he who was finally brought to the light of realization. You nodded.

‘’You said it yourself; children are that legacy. Your legacy will die with you while his will live on.’’

‘’You’re…’’

‘’Pregnant.’’

The air went frighteningly cold. He reached into his back pocket and you broke out into a cold sweat. The thudding of your heart beating in your chest was the only noise that seemed to matter. Now or never. He steadily rose his hand, pistol in plain sight and glinting from the evening sun shining through the sheer curtains. Now or never. The slender glass cup that you had drank from rested in your iron grip. Now or never. The abandoned cleaning supplies just feet away from the man holding a gun and aiming at your stomach. Now or never. The sound of his index finger clicking the safety off echoed in your ears as the world seemed to move in slow motion.

‘’If you think this story has a happy ending then you, my dear, haven’t been paying attention.’’

Now or never.

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Pairing: Massimo Torricelli x Reader

  Warning(s): language and angst.

  Summary: The fallout of Mario’s gruesome murder unfolds and another shocking secret is brought to light.

PART ONEPART TWOPART THREEPART FOURPART FIVEPART SIX PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN EPILOGUE

Massimo felt sick to his stomach, his innards tangled in knots and quaking. His head was pounding and he could feel how swollen his eyes were from crying. He didn’t know how long he sat on the floor of his office, cursing and sobbing and replaying in his mind what had happened. It was a miracle you hadn’t woken up yet, if one could even call it that. Papers were strewn all over the ground, his desk flipped on its’ side with the drawers broken and torn apart. The only thing that seemed to be intact was the framed photograph that laid in Massimo’s weak grip and even that had been slightly marred with the blood from his bloodied knuckles. He shakily exhaled, a fresh onslaught of tears brimming his lashes as he looked into photo. His father’s proud face stared back at him, as did a cheerful young Massimo’s. Mario on the other hand, in his usual protective nature had his focus on the heir to the Torricelli throne. If Massimo gazed long enough and hard enough he could see the faint smile grace Mario’s lips as his sunglasses blocked his eyes from being seen. The reality that Massimo would never look into those old, wise, and caring brown eyes again was another blow to the heart, another reason to give up. Massimo bit his lip, tossing his head back as he sniffled. He wanted to take it all back. Nothing had been worth Mario’s life. Nothing.

Massimo eventually picked himself up off the floor, although he felt like he was floating; as if his body wasn’t even his to control anymore. He stalked the silent halls of the mansion like a broken being, a bottle of liquor in his hand. Initially it was to pour over his shredded knuckles, but he quickly took to gulping down the liquids to numb the inner pains. If he had gazed into a mirror he would unlikely recognize the entity staring back at him. He simply stumbled down the grand staircase, the sickening crunch of Mario’s skull coupled with your father’s threats echoed in his head. His feet stopped at the entrance of the wine cellar, the earthy smell of applewood and the tangy smell of imported wines did nothing to ease his sorrows as Massimo quickly downed the bottle he had been carrying and promptly shoved his fist through a row of Barolo wine glasses. The sticky liquid steadily created flowing rivers of red, rapidly streaming towards the drain located at the furthest corner of the cellar as Massimo roared like a wounded animal.

The screams and sounds of glass shattering woke you up instantly. From your estimate, it sounded like the ruckus was coming in the direction of the westward side of the estate. You sat up in bed, heart falling down into your stomach when you noticed Massimo’s absence, his side of the bed cold and the sheets appearing like he left in a hurry. Something was wrong, you knew deep down as your body quickly filled with dread. Your heart began to pound in your ears. Had your father found you? Was someone hurt? Regardless of what it was, you knew something terrible had taken place and rushed down the hallways, briskly searching each room as the yelling increased with each shaky step you took. Absentmindedly, your hands pressed against your lower abdomen in a protective manner as you hesitantly made your way to the cellar.

‘’Massimo?’’

You yelped when an already broken wine bottle was thrown to the marble floor, the splatter barely reaching your bare feet. Your eyes surveyed the scene in both shock and great concern. Shelves of the most extravagant wines were haphazardly tossed in every which way. Glass littered the once pristine floors and the smell of tart fruit and citrus as immensely overwhelming. You quickly looked to the wall opposite  of where you stood, Massimo heaving as he rose his head to meet your gaze. He slumped against the cold surface, panting as his disheveled hair fell into his dull eyes. He was drunk, that much was clear, but you knew him well enough to sense something tragic had taken place this night to spur his actions.

‘’Massimo,’’ you whispered, wincing at the sight of his bleeding hands and the slight ‘tap tap tap’ noise whenever a drop hit the floor to blend in with the pool of wine.

He flinched at the sound of your voice, face contorted as if your words physically hurt him. His feet were stained red, whether it was mostly blood or wine you weren’t sure. He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts before he reopened his eyes and his gaze fell back to you.

‘’Mario’s dead.’’

Your heart stopped beating for a moment or two. A horrid chill ran up and down your back, it was as if you were forcibly dunked into a frozen lake as the air was stolen from your lungs.

‘’They got him. They killed him, they made me watch on the phone,’’ Massimo’s words were slurred and rapid, but all you needed to know was that Mario was dead and it had indirectly been your fault that Massimo had lost his only remaining father figure. Another body never to be buried. Another blow to the heart. Another light snuffed out too soon. Because of you. He slumped down to the floor, legs sprawled out and pushing aside the mess.

You didn’t even know what to say at this point. To be honest, you were afraid to even speak as Massimo’s rampage made him quite unpredictable. The more you tried to read him, the more lost you quickly became. Your feet carried you to him, trying their best to avoid the shards of glass. Even as they pierced your skin, you didn’t even wince as you knelt beside him and took him into your arms. At first you thought he was sobbing into your chest as he shook against you, but he quickly pulled away from your embrace and a mighty hand found its’ way around your jaw as he made you look up at him.

‘’I need you to leave,’’ he whispered harshly. Your mouth hung open in complete shock.

‘’Massi-,’’

‘’Your father told me he’s not going to stop. More people will die, unless I give into his demands,“ his eyes did not meet yours as he stared blankly.’’

‘’We will figure this out, we can-‘’

‘’LISTEN TO ME,’’ he roared causing you to yelp and shut your eyes in terror. This was not your Massimo. This was not the man who just hours ago made gentle love to you and held you in his arms as you slept.

‘’You need to leave. You need to go home, we can’t do anything. There is no fixing this. Mario’s skull is under a man’s boot as we speak we can’t just ‘figure it out’,’’ he snarled, his grip becoming tighter as he spit venom out into your face.

‘’Stop it,’’ you cried out, hands wrapped around his wrist as you tried to pull his hand from you.

‘’We were nothing more than a fantasy, living in a daydream as more and more people die,’’ he huffed, releasing your jaw and backing away from you.

‘’You’re drunk,’’ you whispered, tearful eyes analyzing his movement the way one would carefully study a dangerous animal.

‘’I loved you. I loved you more than anything, and look where it got me,’’ his smile was cruel, taunting, and full of malice, but there was a devastating sadness looming in those deep brown eyes.

‘’You don’t mean that. You’re not in a right state of mind right now,’’ you whispered more to yourself than him as you slowly rose up off the floor to leave and pray that in the morning (which was now just a few hours from now) his anger would be pacified and he would find a way, like he always did, to make things right.

‘’No, principessa. I’ve never been more clear in my life,’’ he scoffed, rising as well.

‘’You need to leave, pack whatever you want and I’ll have Domenico take you as far as he can to your father’s estate.’’

Your eyes flew wide open as you turned to face him, fists clenching. ‘’No,’’ was all you could get out. His angry eyes stared yours down as you shook your head vehemently. ‘’No…you don’t mean that,’’ your chest felt heavier as heartbreak and anger slowly filled your senses. ‘’No you aren’t sending me away.’’

‘’I have no choice!’’ he screamed, lunging at you as you backed yourself into a corner.

‘’Yes you do!’’ you screamed back, hot tears matting your hair against your cheeks.

‘’I couldn’t protect Laura. I couldn’t protect Mario. I can’t protect you!’’ he hissed through a clenched jaw. Your lip quivered as your breathing labored. You continued to shake your head, swiping at the tears that continued to run down your flushed face.

‘’No, you can’t do this. Massimo, you can’t do this. Please,’’ you sobbed.

He shook his head, anger slowly subsiding and giving in to defeat. ‘’I can’t protect you,’’ his voice was low as his head hung. He had never felt more defeated in his entire life. He had never experienced such a feeling of complete and utter brokenness as your cried and begged him. He couldn’t let anything happen to you. Never to you. It was as if he was some disease and anything he held even the faintest inkling of love towards would end up withering and die in flames. He couldn’t let that happen to you and if sending you back home meant that you would live, he had to. He couldn’t lose you to this life too, never you.

Surely you’d hate him for the rest of your days, but at least you’d still have air in your lungs and live a full life. You’d meet someone someday, maybe another Don who allied with your father or maybe a stranger in a coffee shop. He prayed it wasn’t someone involved in this life, though the chances of your father allowing that were slim. He prayed you would get as far as you could from the mob lifestyle and that this life of murder and crime would cease to taint your kind sould any more than it already had. You’d get married, have children, and die in your bed after living a full life. Even if it wasn’t by his side as he had so desperately wanted. Even if it meant you going to your grave still hating him.

‘’Please,’’ you wailed into his chest, your hot tears piercing his heart as he struggled not to gather you in his arms and comfort you. Struggled not to say that he took it all back, that he loved you with everything in his soul. That he never wanted anything more, that he would leave all of this if it meant you’d end up together. But it was a child’s prayer, a hopeless daydream and reality was far more cruel and unforgiving than his and yours’ dreams. He had made up his mind at the thought of your cold lifeless body being held in his arms as he sobbed over your corpse. It had to be done. His arms enveloped you as he carried you out of the cellar, yelling out for Domenico as you fought, clawed, and screamed for him to put you down.

The ordeal had been a quick blur, if you were being honest. Your words did not come from your throat but somewhere more primal, wails and screams impossibly inhuman escaped your throat. As if you were a mouse caught in a glue trap and Massimo was salvation. ‘Don’t leave me,’ ‘please,’ ‘don’t do this’ all fell on deaf ears as Domenico gently forced you into the back of a limo, the doors and window shut tight so that your screams and pathetic attempts were muffled beyond recognition. Even that final confession, that one thing that had been weighing on your mind and consuming your thoughts for the past several days had fallen on deaf ears due to the thick glass of the car’s windows. That one secret only shared between you and Mario, the one thing that might have convinced Massimo to change his mind. And he couldn’t even hear it.

You were sure that he heard and chose to ignore you, or that he simply didn’t care. A part of you was relieved just to confess it aloud for once, but the reality of the limo beginning to drive away as Massimo slowly limped back into the mansion slowly sunk in. You watched as he retreated, watched as the grand mansion where you had lived for nearly a year had drifted away and resembled a small speck along the horizon. At that point you were so devastated and in utter shock at his coldness towards you that all you could do was curl up in the backseat and cry. You clutched at your abdomen and shook with each violent sob that racked through your body. Whether it had been hours or minutes, you didn’t know nor care, but when the blanket of darkness consumed you, you gladly welcomed it and prayed this had all just been a terrible, terrible nightmare.

At the same time Massimo dragged his feet to the pasture, beyond the rose garden that you had adored so much. Beyond the pool where Mario liked to enjoy his morning coffee and where Laura had delighted in sunbathing and swimming. He collapsed to his knees in front of the tree, beside the impromptu grave.

‘’Did you believe yourself to be a God, Massimo?’’ her velvet voice clicked with almost mockery and disapproval.

He shakily inhaled, eyes closed in deep thought.

‘’Great Massimo; slayer of lions and little women,’’ Laura giggled, her breath hot on his neck.

‘’I’m sorry,’’ was all he could whisper as this illusion fluttered across his being.

‘’So you sent her back to the lion’s den, eh?’’ Mario scoffed, standing in front of him. At this point Massimo was shaking as his breathing became uneven.

‘’Like a lamb ready for the slaughter,’’ his mentor continued.

‘’I had no choice,’’ Massimo whispered, a fresh onslaught of tears coating his tender eyes.

‘’There’s always a choice, my love,’’ Laura whispered in his ear. ‘’You chose to take her. Just like you chose to take me. Just like I chose to love you. Just like you choose to love her.’’

‘’Massimo,’’ Mario’s voice sounded closer, although nobody was truly there as Massimo’s thoughts ran rapid as he sat under the cold shade of the large tree. Fresh dew drops littered the grass as mean gray clouds roamed the valley from above.

‘’There is a way to be good again.’’

When you awoke you found yourself in a new vehicle, leather seats instead of suede ones confirmed it as well as you being seated in the passenger seat rather than caged in the back like a rapid dog or petulant child. The landscape filled your heart with dread as you slowly began recognizing your hometown. The familiar coastline, which had once upon a time delighted you now looked cold and unforgiving. The pastures, although to the normal eye would look no different than the ones you had encountered at Massimo’s, seemed more dull and barren. Domenico noticed you had awoken and produced a smile that did not quite reach his eyes.

‘’Good morning,’’ he offered, causing you to scoff. The fog that covered the pastures was thick and the sun had not yet risen over the valley as you neared your father’s estate. You turned your body away from him, contemplating your next movement carefully.

‘’Why are you doing this? Why is he sending me away, Domenico?’’ you sniffled, eyes gazing out, looking at the navy blue ocean along the horizon. Would the rocks below be sharp enough to pierce through a person, you wondered.

Domenico sighed, running a hand through his hair as if your question genuinely troubled him. His fingers nervously tapped on the steering wheel. You furrowed your brows at his mannerisms.

‘’Do you know what happened?’’ you pressed, mouth forming a firm line.

Domenico’s eyes flickered to yours, the car slightly increasing in speed as you could somewhat make out the silhouette of your father’s home in the distance. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

‘’Domenico,’’ your voice rose, turning to face him fully.

‘’It had to be done,’’ his eyes alternated between the road, the rearview mirror, and the surroundings but he made sure not to meet your gaze.

‘’What did?’’ you demanded, heart racing as you began to lose patience with Massimo’s confidant and someone you considered and friend.

A few moments of silence passed and you were quickly nearing the estate. Your hand reached forward, shoving his shoulder in a way that did not cause pain but certainly called for attention.

‘’Tell me!”

Your door was abruptly open, a large man who you recalled as your father’s head of security had you in his bulky arms. They were nothing like Massimo’s, you subconsciously noticed.

‘’Y/n!’’ your father gasped, a smile on his face as he rushed to you. You couldn’t help but flinch from his embrace, the smell of cologne making you nauseous as you refused to return his embrace.

‘’Principessa?’’ his thick brows furrowed in confusion. Weren’t you happy to be home? Among your people? With him?

‘’What did you do?’’ your voice was low. Domenico shakily got out of the car, men with guns watching the interaction with hawkish eyes. You were about to tell him to drive away, to get far away before any harm could befall him. Your blood ran cold when your father’s attention drifted from you to your friend.

‘’Is everything in order?’’

Domenico nodded. ‘’He has no plans to retaliate.’’

‘’Good, your payment for all of your help should already be taken care of, am I correct?’’ your father smiled.

‘’Yes sir, thank you.’’ Your eyes widened as you stood in shock.

‘’You’ve been working with him,’’ you whispered more to yourself than anyone else.

Domenico’s sympathetic eyes fell onto you, but he chose to remain silent.

‘’Yes! Brilliant, wasn’t he? He had delivered that whore to my men and I two year ago. Thanks to him we were able to give her a proper funeral pyre. We were hoping that would have been enough of a warning to the Torricelli clan, and it was never my intention to involve you, principessa. But it was thanks to him that we knew where to locate you at the beach yesterday. I had been hoping to retrieve you and Massimo’s blasted bodyguard for leverage, but alas if you want something done right…but our friend here made it possible to bag that head of security. Now Massimo is weak and vulnerable and more than happy to give into my demands.’’

Your father’s explanation did little to relieve the shock and horror from your system. This whole time, you and Massimo had been played. Mario’s death was on Domenico. Laura’s death was his fault. His fault. He had betrayed his friend. He set them all up. And now you may never see Massimo again.

‘’Why?’’ you hissed. But you knew the answer already. It was the same reason why there would always be mafia wars and innocent lives lost. Money. Power. Greed. At the end of the day it was all the same and nobody was ever an exception.

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