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”
“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
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”
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.
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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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.
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.
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.’’
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
You could smell the salty musk of the ocean from below. The light breeze kissing your cheek bones the same way your eyelashes did as you permitted them to rest upon your face. Out of all of abrupt changes that had been forced upon you, you were grateful that the calm essence of the sea had remained a constant in your life. Your anchor, your safety net, your-
‘’Mrs. Amarro.’’
The tide drew you in, captivated you. The sound of the waves carrying you further from the cruel orbit of the world into the loving embrace of salty arms. Carrying you back to an old friend, long forgotten, but still familiar all the same; carrying you back to your innocence.
‘’Alessia.’’
You sharply exhaled, turning your attention back to your therapist. You had become very familiar with Dr. Jeevika Singh the past year and a half. Her graying hair hidden in a tight bun contradicted her youthful face. Even with her lips set in a firm line, her eyes often displayed her empathetic nature when meeting with you. Just as they did now. She was one of the most renowned therapists in the area, and she was one tough cookie. She also knew how to reel in your attention, such as purposefully calling you ‘’Mrs.’’
‘’Miss Amarro is fine, doctor. We’re not married,’’ you offered a small, lopsided smile before turning your attention to the ocean’s horizon outside of her office windows. You didn’t need to be facing her to know she gave a disapproving shake of her head before setting down her notebook, taking her glasses off from the bridge of her nose before gently placing them on the oak coffee table between you two.
‘’You’ve been seeing me for quite some time, Alessia. And we both know we haven’t even scratched the surface of all the trauma you’ve endured.’’
You offered an airy chuckle, absent mindedly playing with your fingers as you did so often when confronted with hard facts. Deflecting, you believed Jeevika had pointed out, was a common occurrence during your bi-weekly meetings.
‘’My trauma? I told you everything. My childhood, my real parents, meeting Massimo. I don’t know what more you could want from me,’’ your e/c gaze met her honey-colored orbs.
‘’What I want from you is to allow me to do my job, to help you open up emotionally. How about what you really feel? How are things with Massimo?’’ her tone softened. You sighed, tapping your fingers against your jean-cladded thighs.
‘’We’re fine, great even. He’s been very understanding. Honestly, I was worried I would resent him. I felt as though I should hate him, for everything. I even hated myself for not being angrier at him. For not screaming at him. But I never had. It’s like…it’s like…I don’t know,’’ you trailed off.
‘’And you read the articles I recommended to you, yes? On Stockholm syndrome?’’
You nodded, biting at your bottom lip momentarily before turning your head back at the waves meeting the ivory shores.
‘’I was sure it was that, at least at first.’’
‘’What changed?’’
‘’Everything.’’
The incident at the mansion had taken place nearly three months ago. Both Massimo and you had worried about how the fire and general stress would effect the baby, Massimo had the best doctors from around the world checking up on you, taking your vitals, and you had grown used to the dreadfully cold gel they slathered over your growing bump. It wasn’t until you personally told him that you were both fine that he backed off a bit. You let out an easy sigh through your nose, smiling to yourself as you laid against the cool sheets of your shared bedroom. Spring was fluttering into summer and a gentle breeze carried the smell of the orange blossoms into the room. Your hands gently pressed and traveled over your growing bump, which by now was more noticeable and your baby was apparently the size of a nectarine. 32 weeks, and your baby proved to be perfectly fine and almost unbothered with all the turmoil that surrounded his or her parents.
‘’I love you so much,’’ you spoke gently, as if any loud noise would startle the life growing inside you.
‘’And your daddy, he loves you so, so much,’’ you continued, smiling at the thought of him.
Your smile faltered only slightly, your subconscious drifting back to your own parents. Both of them. The ones stolen from you and the ones forced upon you. An uneasy, uneven sigh escaped your lips.
‘’My parents…they loved me too. I didn’t know them, not really, but they loved me enough to fight for me. I missed out on knowing them. My dad, he…we…there wasn’t enough time,’’ you choked on your words, hands pausing on your stomach.
‘’There just wasn’t enough time… and my wish for you is for you to know how loved you are. I promise to love you, and to love your daddy until the day I die. Because…the love a parent, a mother, has for her child. Well, I’d do anything for you. No matter how much we might argue or disagree, whatever you choose or wherever you go in life…I will love you until the day that I die. Both you and your daddy,’’ you whimpered, smiling down at your growing bump and letting the warm tears roll down your cheeks.
You jumped when you felt a warm hand wipe away your tears, sighing in relief when Massimo’s warm smile lit up the already sun-kissed room. You held your arms up to him and he laid down beside you, ever careful around your stomach and rested his forehead against yours.
‘’I love you so much,’’ you whispered, leaning into his touch and the butterfly kisses he covered your cheeks in.
‘’Mia bella principessa,’’ he responded, his lips turned up into a charming smile.
His massive hand rested carefully but firmly against the flesh of your abdomen, jumping in surprise when he felt a powerful and distinctive kick. He laughed, looking up at you as you grinned back at him. ‘’He’s always playful whenever daddy is near,’’ you beamed, completely in love with the way Massimo’s eyes lit up as he looked down.
‘’You seem pretty confident that we’re having a boy,’’ he teased. The right side of his mouth turned up into a smirk that was nothing short of sinful. You nudged him with your knee.
‘’I’m always right,’’ you quirked your brow in defiance. Massimo chuckled, bringing you down to his lips with a gentle hold of the back of your head. ‘’I know now better than to underestimate you,’’ he whispered between kisses. You nodded your head at him. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, his head resting against your growing bump as he traced invisible patterns along your exposed skin.
‘’Any ideas on a name?’’ you broke the silence, fingers threading through his dark locks. You felt him stiffen before hearing him sigh, your own brows furrowing in question as he sat up to face you.
‘’I’ve been thinking…’’ he trailed off. You squeezed his hand gently, prodding him to continue.
He hesitated for only but a moment before meeting your eyes. ‘’I feel almost ridiculous deciding our child’s name when I don’t even know what name to call you now.’’
Every muscle in your body tensed, even the breath in your lungs seemed to erase itself from existence. Against your wishes, against every fiber of your being and every molecule in your essence, flashes of the flaming estate and your ‘’father’s’’ charred corpse flashed through your mind’s eye. Coupled with phantom memories of your faux mother, Mario’s smile and comforting baritone voice, a distorted/murky vision of a woman you had met but was ripped apart from. All of these images, burned into your subconscious and rotating on some sadistic merry-go-round.
‘’It doesn’t matter-‘’
‘’Of course it matters,’’ Massimo cut you off, much to your shock and annoyance.
‘’Massimo,’’ you warned, readying yourself for the imminent fight.
‘’We need to acknowledge what happened. We need to at least talk about it once, we can’t pretend that none of it happened. You have not cried once since that day. You don’t mention it at all and when you wake up screaming in the middle of the night you brush it off like it’s nothing.’’
‘’That isn’t your place to decide, Massimo. It’s not your fucking right to tell me when to open up or to corner me into talking about my fucked up life and what happened.’’
He clenched his jaw, running his hand down his face in an effort to keep levelheaded. You, on the other hand, sat up in your shared bed, hands in tightened fists and nostrils flared in defiance and anger. Massimo’s gaze flickered briefly to your bump, releasing a breath he didn’t even know he had been holding in.
‘’You’re absolutely right. It’s not my fucking place to tell you how to mourn or to corner you into opening up to me about all the shit you’ve been through,’’ your body remained tense, but your breathing began to even out as you processed his words.
‘’But, if there is any hope of us getting you through it and getting you to a place where you can at least acknowledge the past, you have to open up to someone about it, eventually. Even if that somebody isn’t me.’’ His hands hesitantly reached for yours, thumbs stroking your knuckles.
‘’I don’t know how this ends for us. I don’t expect him or her to come along and make everything right, because the truth of the matter is I don’t know if anything will ever be ‘right’ between us. After all I’ve put you through, I don’t expect ‘and baby makes three’ or ‘happily ever after.’ But I know I want to try. I want to try for you, and I want to try for them,’’ he nodded at your stomach. You didn’t even know you were crying until a strangled sob escaped your lips.
Massimo’s hands cupped your cheeks, gently batting the tears away with his thumbs as his forehead pressed against yours’ in a gentle embrace.
‘’I’ve done wrong by you, so many times. And I will never make it up to you, because I can’t. Maybe in the next lifetime I can, but not in this, mi amore. But I mean this with every fiber of my being; I am in love with you. I want to raise our child with you and give them some sense of normalcy that we were robbed of in our youth. I want to grow old with you, if you’ll permit me. I’ve done wrong by you, principessa, and I’ll never be able to make it up to you, but I swear to all of the Gods above and below that I will spend the rest of my days trying to.’’
You held each other like that for what felt like eons. Crying together, slowly letting down your walls only slightly. He was right, in some aspect. It didn’t make anything okay, any of it. But he was right nonetheless. He had been wrong and done wrong so many times. So many wounds imprinted on your heart, some by him and many by others. And, while the wounds were not your fault, the healing was your responsibility.
‘’Call me Alessia.’’
You located a Dr. Jeevika Singh from New Zealand just a few weeks later and booked the first available slot in her schedule. And just like that you found yourself in therapy via video chats and phone calls. And not two months later did you find yourself with a child with wavy locks the same color as yours and the same beautiful amber brown eyes as his father.
‘’You mentioned in past appointments that you struggled with your son shortly after he was born,’’ Jeevika’s voice tore you out of your deep thoughts.
You nodded, a bitter taste of guilt and shame infiltrating your tastebuds.
‘’I struggled with postpartum.’’
‘’And you still feel guilty about that, yes?’’
‘’I love my son more than anything in this world,’’ you whimpered, accepting the tissues with gratitude as Jeevika handed them to you.
‘’There is no shame in that, Alessia. You are a great mother. The fact that you show up to every appointment and have the courage to talk about all of this is proof alone of that,’’ her voice soothed the pain in your chest as you sniffled. You remembered all those early mornings with y/s/n crying and being too defeated to get up and tend to him. Massimo had been a godsent and part of you was envious at how well and natural parenting came to him. You remember spending countless days in bed, drowning out the world around you.
The night terrors came and went, you found yourself arguing with Massimo about irrelevant things occasionally. While he would sometimes shout back, you had to hand it to him on how patient he had been with you. He stood by your side as you video chatted with Jeevika during a handful of sessions, working through his own trauma before Dr. Singh had put him in contact with a colleague of hers.
‘’I’m still so afraid,’’ you admitted after minutes of deafening silence.
‘’That your past will affect your son?’’
‘’That it will destroy him.’’
You hardly remember the drive home, only realizing you had actually driven home when you found yourself in the comfort of your driveway. Massimo’s car was in its’ usual spot and if you strained your hearing, you could already hear his and your son’s laugher bounce of the foundations of your house.
New Zealand took some getting used to. Traveling with a one-year-old during a pandemic had been no easy feat. Faking your deaths and obtaining new passports along with birth certificates and the appropriate paperwork was even more difficult, although you would argue otherwise at times. Trading a mansion for a humble, two-bedroom house was a welcome change of pace, as well as the small town you currently resided in. Nobody knew who you two were. Nothing tied you to Italy any longer, but you knew Massimo struggled saying his goodbyes to Laura and laying the ghosts of her and the child he lost to rest. Only Jeevika knew the truth, sworn to secrecy. Although it took some time trusting an ‘’outsider’’, you found it increasingly necessary for your sanity. Now you were just Alessia and Antonio Amarro to your neighbors. Or, as a certain little boy referred to you, you were Papa and-
‘’Mama!’’ squealing made you jump in your seat, only to grin at the sight of your son eagerly reaching his arms out from his father’s strong arms on the porch towards you.
‘’There are my handsome boys,’’ you beamed, rushing towards them. A sloppy kiss from y/s/n precedented an affectionate kiss from his father.
‘’How was it?’’ Massimo asked, closing the front door, and setting y/s/n in your arms before you two walked to the kitchen. You sighed, offering a tired smile. He offered one back, reaching into the cupboard.
‘’Was it a one one-shot or two shot kind of day?’’ he joked, setting two glasses down on the kitchen island as your son crawled off to play with his toys the second you set him on the floor.
‘’Honey, it’s a pour the bottle in a bucket of day,’’ you retorted, switching your shot glass with a wine one and helping yourself to a local bottle.
Massimo chuckled, kissing your temple as the sweet liquid left a pleasant burn down your throat.
‘’And you? How did you fare with your mini-you?’’ you grinned, the two of you watching y/s/n organize his various stuffed animals into a half circle and make incoherent noises.
‘’He is my penance for giving my parents grief in my youth,’’ he snorted, but it was clear to see how much Massimo adored your son. You both did. He was the center of both of your universes and the best parts of both his parents. At times, you questioned how something so beautiful and sweet could have been forged in so much hurt and strife. Massimo’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, his lips pressing against your head as the two of you watched the proof of your love play with his blocks. So, maybe it wasn’t all grief strife and pain…maybe it really was love your son was born into. And maybe even hope.
‘’He asleep?’’ Massimo asked, flipping the page of the latest novel that caught his interest.
‘’Out like a light,’’ you grinned, making sure the baby monitor was on despite your son being just across the hall. You sighed as you shimmied out of your clothes in favor of your undergarments. You didn’t need eyes in the back of your head to know something else now had Massimo’s full and undivided attention, and you smirked in satisfaction. As any new mother was, you were not immune to the self-consciousness that came with motherhood. Your thighs a little thicker, breasts a little fuller, and a few stretch marks left their mark on your abdomen. But according to the father of your child, you were enchanting all the same. You were still his principessa.
‘’Have I told you how beautiful you are today?’’ his voice rumbled as he abandoned his novel on his nightstand in favor of crawling to you at the foot of the bed. You bit back a smile, failing at it, as he began pressing kisses up your spine to the dip of your neck.
‘’You may have mentioned it,’’ you whispered back, heat rising to your cheeks as his expert hands unclasped your bra.
His warm breath fanned your shoulder and the column of your neck as his kisses made their way to the soft spot of your neck. A tiny, almost inaudible gasp left your parted lips as his hands cupped your exposed breasts, rolling the tiny buds between his thumbs and index fingers. A low growl of approval vibrated against you, and the hardness of his erection made itself known against the small of your back.
You were flipped around, meeting the familiar smoldering gaze of the man before you. Your mouths fought for dominance, with you winning in a rare display of submission from your better half. And as your tongues intertwined and explored each other’s caverns, you tore at Massimo’s clothes freeing his thick appendage. With panting breaths you leaned forward, keeping your eyes locked onto his as you bent down to take his weeping cock between your lips.
‘’You don’t have to, mi amore,’’ he rasped out. You offered a quick smile before taking him in, his manhood quickly hitting the back of your throat. Bobbing your head, mewling around his cock you felt his hands tangle themselves in your hair as his deep groans and heavy breathes filled the room.
He tasted divine. The saltiness of his precum was a welcome taste on your tongue as you whimpered when you felt his thick fingers rub against your pantie-clad pussy.
‘’You’re so wet for me, principessa,’’ he growled out, teasing your lips from outside your sopping wet underwear.
You gave a particularly deep suck, flattening your tongue against the underside of his manhood as your hands cupped his balls, earning a tug at your hair and a long, thick finger entering your tight womanhood. A second one quickly followed with a third attending to your throbbing clit. You moved quicker, taking him in deeper as his fingers thrusted hard and filling your drenched canal.
The way he tensed made it aware of his impending release. The lewd squelching noises emitting from the two of you filled your ears and you were grateful you closed your door so that your son would not be awoken by the debauchery his parents were taking part in. You promptly removed yourself from Massimo, his eyebrows furrowed in question before you shoved him onto his back and taking your place on your throne.
Without breaking eye contact, your took the fingers that had previously been inside you and took them into your mouth, sucking the sweet juices off of them. He groaned, looking up at you as if you were Venus herself. You never tired of that look. You never would.
Spreading your legs and moving up his body, hands clasping with his as he filled your needy pussy. You gasped, cheeks flushed as blood coursed through your body. You sunk down, impaling yourself on his thickness. His hands held yours, grunting as your tight walls welcomed him home. His hips rolled up against yours, bucking you with that Devil-may-care smirk of his. You scoffed, releasing your hold on his hands before steadying them against his pecs. You swiveled your hips, grinding against him as the two of you gasped each other’s names.
‘’I’ve missed this,’’ you whispered, bouncing as his hands traveled up and down your body.
He moaned lowly in agreeance, his mouth taking one nipple between his lips as you rode him hard and fast. You cried out his name, biting your lip in a futile effort to keep your voice down, hissing as his cock hit seemingly new depths inside of you.
‘’You feel me right here, mami?’’ Massimo grunted, pressing a firm hand against your stomach. You whimpered at the feeling of his bulge filling you over and over with each of your movements. Hands planted firmly against his chest, Massimo’s hand cupping the side of your face as you made love to him. You leaned forward, breaths intermingling as the coil in the pit of your stomach was close to snapping undone.
‘’I-I love you,’’ you whispered so quietly you were afraid he didn’t hear you. You knew that wasn’t the case as one hand cradled the back of your neck and the other brought you forward to meet his soft lips in a climax-inducing kiss.
‘’I love you too,’’ he whispered back, the throbbing of his cock causing you to whimper as his release flooded your insides. Each twitch overstimulated you as you moaned out his name like a sacred prayer.
There had been no time to recover as you were gently placed onto the mattress, laying face down and your legs spread. You sighed into the sheets at the feeling of Massimo’s release dripping out of you and making its’ way down your inner thighs. You bit down at the comforter as he filled you once more, the force of his thrust making your body bounce and eyes shut in overstimulated ecstasy. His hands gripped your hips, drawing you back to meet his powerful thrusts.
Your mind drifted back to the scene of the ocean, the strong and powerful tide rocking against the steady shore. And you found yourself moaning his name as his strong thrusts rocked against your sensitive core.
‘’Like this, amore?’’ he groaned, the dragging of his manhood against your silky walls driving you mad. You could no longer form a coherent sentence, but the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes and the flush of your cheeks let him know you weren’t too far off from another sweet release. He sped up the pace, holding you firm enough to ensure you could not escape the onslaught of his thick member entering and reentering your most precious place.
‘’Mas. . Massimo,’’ you mewled out, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him and the way he moved against you. He leaned over the canvas of your back, grunting as his thrusts displayed the urgency residing within him. A powerful hand wrapped around the column of your neck, the other shoved beneath your quivering body as his fingers found your pearl and flicked at it.
You gasped, twitching under him as your orgasm coated his cock. He didn’t stop even then, only speeding up to bury his manhood as deep into you as he could. Your legs shook around him, your hands clutching the forearm nearest your face as you whimpered and moaned his name and sweet praises.
The warmth pooling inside you, along with the violent throbbing of his powerful cock made you all too aware that he found his release. His body went rigid on top of you, his forearms holding his weight as to not crush your smaller form beneath him. He stayed inside you long after you two had finished, lazily thrusting his hips to ensure every drop stayed inside your sated core.
His sweet kisses brought you out of the post-coital bliss, a tired smile gracing your swollen lips as you turned to meet his lips. A tired, content sigh escaped each of you, neither of you daring to part even as sleep overcame you both.
Y/s/n awoke early the next morning, you springing to your feet to throw on your robe before greeting your pride and joy.
‘’My handsome boy,’’ you beamed down at him, brushing the tuft of h/c locks that adorned his little head. With gentle ease you held him close, pressing a kiss to his soft forehead before making your way to the kitchen to get breakfast ready.
As y/s/n happily drank from his bottle in his highchair, you cherished the warm cup of coffee in your hands, keeping your eye on the waffle machine a few feet away. You heard Massimo turn off the shower before his footsteps thumped down the hallway.
‘’Good morning my loves,’’ his throaty voice, still laced with sleep caught the attention of your son who gladly abandoned his breakfast in favor of his father. You grinned, sipping your coffee before leaning up to meet Massimo for a kiss.
‘’y/s/n, your mother is the most beautiful treasure in the world, never forget that,’’ Massimo grinned, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek. ‘’Mama!’’ y/s/n squealed in delight, chubby hands grabbing at his father’s facial hair.
You smiled, shaking your head as you prepared breakfast.
‘’Alessia, I think he wants you.’’
You tsked before setting down Massimo’s plate in front of him, taking y/s/n into your embrace. Your smile slowly faded and brows furrowed when something caught your eye.
‘’Y/s/n, what do you have, my love?’’ you questioned, setting him in his highchair before carefully prying his tiny fist open.
There it sat in your hand now, relatively small but immensely heavy all the same. Your mouth flew open and a tiny gasp fluttered from your mouth. It seemed like the house went completely still. You’re your son seemed to stop his fidgeting to admire the item you had taken from his hands. There, now in the palm of your hand, was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. A diamond ring.
Your body turned around before you could process it, only to see Massimo kneeling down before you.
Just a quick update for all of my followers. ‘’Tag, You’re It’’ is coming to a close and I expect to complete two maaaaybee three more chapters before it’s all wrapped up. You can expect chapter 10 to be posted in two to three weeks because I’m super busy with my senior thesis (graduating college this Spring, yay!) but I’m also curious if anyone would read a series featuring Reader x Billy Butcher from The Boys because I’ve been wanting to write about that gorgeous man for quite some time lol. I also have different ideas for more Euphoria and Marvel one-shots and drabbles so I’m excited to write more fics of those. Ransom Drysdale from Knives Out is also someone I’d really love to write about so that’s on my mind. AND I plan on creating a sequel to ‘’It Takes A Man’’ with reader x Ray Diaz from On My Block with a little Oscar x Reader on the side. Please let me know your opinions on what my next major work would be and if you’d all like to see more random oneshots/drabbles or for me to begin a new series involving Butcher or etc. Love you all!
