Summary: Max used to be with reader, but they broke up, she gets pregnant (with him) and didn't told him and they met a few years later. More mafia!Max here!
English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Don't copy or translate my works!
Wc: 767
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• It was just a useless relationship that he didn't need, nothing more
• at least that's what he says himself everyday, but it was far from the truth and he knew it.
• He loved you, that's for sure, but
• he did what he had to do, so you will be safe but
• how could you live your life and one day see your "mini-me" looking right back at you.
• He wasn't planning to go this far and what's worst, to have a child with his enemy's daughter.
• He never wanted that and the fact
• Max broke your heart all those years ago was just a bonus.
• After that you moved out of the Netherlands, back to London, but
• a few weeks later, you found out that you were pregnant. Well, shit.
• It was a little boy. Elijah or your little Eli.
• You wanted to tell Max, you really did, but your father didn't approved that,
• he didn't want him to know, and the fact that your father was head of the local British Mafia and his enemy was Dutch Mafia, wasn't good at all.
• little Eli was your secret, so whe Max saw you with little child
• it was safe to say that he almost had a stroke right on the sidewalk.
• Max never thought that he would see you again.
• Well, not at least with a little kid that looked like him.
• He was just supposed to take care of a few things around the London and then fly back to Netherlands
• but he saw you and your little blonde boy
• as you carried him in your arms and his own were around your neck with little red and blue car toy.
• You were crossing the road, when you saw Max on the other side.
• You stopped in the middle of crosswalk, mouth agape with nerves on the march.
• What was he doing here?
• You turned on your heels and basically ran back to your car.
• After that you tried your hardest to stay away from him, or anyone from that matter
• but he knew what he saw
• and that was you and his child, a boy,
• his heir that he had and didn't know about
• but he was determined to change that and he did when
• he found your penthouse that you owed, he killed every guard outside the building that was watching over you and your son, he couldn't care less about them and
• he will deal with your father later, now
•Max he didn't want to scare you like before, so he
• knocked on door and obviously
• he didn't expect a little boy with car toy he saw earlier and with paci in his mouth
• will open for him, and then he heard your call for Eli, asking him who came here, thinking it was your mother because she was your regular guest.
• You came to the door and saw Max, how he just stood here, looking
• as you scoped little Eli in your arms and asked him what he was doing here, but all he could do was to
• ask if it's his son, you looked at him
• and said yes, it was three and half years ago that you saw and talked to each other and you
• still missed him, but you couldn't forget how he broke up with you.
• Saying it was for your own good.
• he dropped to his knees
• "I'm so sorry" he apologized and promised that he would do anything to make it up to you and his son.
• To spend all his free time with you both, to have you both in his life
• but you weren't convinced, more like scared
• what if something happens, what if someone hurts your baby?
• You wouldn't survive that.
• He kissed your and Elijah head and promising to take care of both of you, that he will move the entire world just for you
• and you accepted.
• You didn't want to move right back to Netherland, so he stayed most of his time in your penthouse with you and Eli
• slowly got used to him, after you explained that Max is his father, he didn't want him to leave, ever.
• It took a lot of time to open back to him, but he always made sure that you have everything you and Eli needed.
• His family.
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You didn’t even know when or how you ran into Max, but the fact that you did run into him meant that this was the end of your freedom. You were almost dozing off in class while your friend complained about her toxic relationship. Seeing as your friend was not even supposed to be in one, you knew any involvement from your side would result in nothing but trouble.
You had planned to help your friend run away far away from her family and her toxic partner, just far away from everything. It was a foolish idea, one that you should have known would get you into trouble. Alas, you just wanted to help. You fled from the university campus your friend came from good money meaning you had so much money you could afford to have 16 cars lined up just for security.
You made the mistake of trusting one of your other friends, Daniel. In short, you got caught, and your friend swiftly disappeared, leaving you to deal with this mess all alone. What seemed like good fortune quickly turned around once you kneed the guard to run free back into class. Your hair was messy, eyes erratic, and breathing even worse.
You tried to blend into the classroom of around 100 students, opting to sit right at the back behind the projector. You were praying to whoever was listening that no one would find or even recognize that you were involved.
Alas, no one must have listened to your prayers because not a second later the closed doors banged open and you meekly raised your head at the sudden intrusion.
That’s when you felt your blood run cold you had eyes on you from everywhere. You played it cool and hoped that they were there for someone else. They were not. In a blink of an eye rough hands were on you, dragging you away from where you sought shelter. No one around you even dared to raise their heads in protest or curiosity. You were doomed. No amount of screaming or crying seemed to affect the men who held you in a tight, bruising grip. It was almost as if fate was trying to mock you and give you the slight chance to run away.
A guard slipped up and accidentally let his grip on you falter. You took the chance and ran as fast as you could, not bothering to check where you were running to. Your body hit something hard and muscular your eyes quickly took in the person in front of you. If you thought your luck was horrible then well, you were in for a hell of a ride now. In front of you stood your ex-best friend's brother you had never met him in person, only seen him in pictures you were shown. Max was handsome, tall, and had the most beautiful eyes his eyes, however, currently showed nothing but anger and hate.
If you thought his guards were being rough, you had no words for his grip. "Where is she? I know you know where she is. Just tell me, and you can get yourself out of this, or else," or else what? you rebutted, an ugly snarl raised on his face, one that screamed don't provoke me. You really did not expect what he said next. A light chuckle left his mouth before his grip on you hardened even more. “You will take up her place,” meaning? you questioned before being pressed up against his hard chest. “You will be my prisoner, her freedom for yours.” Your eyes shuddered and tears automatically leaked from them. You would never have understood how or why the universe hated you so much but to give up your own freedom for your friend seemed idiotic. As you were being shoved into the car you kept on uttering your defense and how you genuinely didn’t know what or where his sister was. It all fell on deaf ears. Your tears kept flowing your direct thoughts were to jump off his car regardless of the consequences.
But it was almost as if he could hear your thoughts and was two steps ahead and had locked them away before. Frustrated, overstimulated and overall miserable and drowning in your tears you ended up fainting right as he stepped away from the car. You laid there unconscious, almost as if you were dead it was the unfortunate symbolism of your freedom dying away. You were rudely awakened by his firm grip on your face, shaking you awake.
That invoked your nausea, urging you to rush towards a bathroom. He must have seen that something was wrong and let you go to run towards the bathroom not before letting you know that there was no way out of here. After emptying your stomach, you lay still on the cold bathroom tiles. Only then did you realize that you had your phone on you and attempted to call your father on the last ring he picked up, but while you shakily tried to let him know the situation he simply ended the call not before saying that these were the actions of your consequences.
Your eyes yet once again watered up you weren’t giving the peace of crying alone as the bathroom stall door was kicked open revealing another guard who simply called his boss in to assess your situation. He was annoyed with the amount of tears you were wasting it was as if you were trying to make him feel bad for his decisions.
He didn’t feel anything, unfortunately.
It wasn't long until they reached the mansion, and you were thrown towards what seemed like a herd of maids each one of them having inquisitive looks on their faces. From there, you were being dragged to what seemed like endless salon services each of them making your eyebrows rise higher and higher. You went through everything from a hair pampering session to having your body waxed, all of which you didn't consent to.
After what seemed like ages, you were finally left alone in a rather large room to sit and ponder what was going on. You were thankful on one hand for the opportunity of finally being alone but were concerned as to why your salon treatments seemed to be as though you were being prepped to become a bride. Your eyes once again watered at what your father had told you.
Here you were, dying to somehow escape and reunite with your family, and yet your father simply didn't bother to even ask how you were doing.
Everything seemed so messed up and painful your perfectly manicured nails came up to tug your perfectly blow-dried hair. You felt suffocated, and you didn't even know how long you were going to be his prisoner.
The thought of being far away from him did calm you down, but being locked up in a room with nothing but a wardrobe seemed rather anxiety-inducing.
Just as you were getting comfortable with the silence and your thoughts he walked in loud and proud his perfectly polished boots smacking the floor alerting you of his presence as if his cologne didn't do enough.
Max spoke rather quickly, but slowly but surely crashed your whole world down with each word. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did you not enjoy your salon services?" You shook your head which resulted in him chuckling.
"Why am I here?" you asked him.
"Oh, you haven't figured it out," he smirked.
"I was under the impression that you were rather smart, but alas, we are to be wed," he stated, a statement that made your head feel heavy and light at the same time.
You were to be married to him, the monster who took you away just because of his sister and left the same man who refused to listen to your justifications.
You were to be married to that same man.
Your legs gave out, and you almost landed on the ground, his strong hands helping to break your fall. "and listen, I like my women in blue make sure you tell that to the maid when she takes you to the lingerie store."
With that, he left you to collapse and shrink away from his touch, something about even getting to the stage of him seeing your lingerie made you want to throw up.
You were stuck with no way out and with someone who had no idea of letting you go.
Hey, so I was going through pinterest and I saw this picture and it just reminded me of mafia!Max. Like ok hear me out, you guys arr out on vacation obvi, but he still has to work :(
I feel like he's the type of person who would call you "my woman" or like "my best girl" while holding the back on your back or smth.
That literary kills me like AAAAAA. Why does he have to be so hot?
Also can I be 🌵or 💄anon.
of course you can be!!
but this is definitely giving mafia max working despite the fact you literally dragged the boy to some vacation spot so yous could have some alone time
and he smiles a little when you drape yourself over him, sighing dramatically as you look up at him with puppy dog eyes like, “I was meant to be your sole focus this trip”
and max smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your pouting lips whilst he hugs you closer like, “you’re always my sole focus, baby, just give me two minutes to wrap this up for these idiots and then I’m all yours”
You and Mafia Max having a night out in the Netherlands.
Mafia!Max Verstappen
Carneval night
English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!
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A/n: The time-line is before they broke up.
Wc: 624
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You were only a few months in the Netherlands, so Max thought that it would be fun to show you around Amsterdam.
At first you were here just because of your father, but after some time and meeting some new people, including Max, you decided to stay here, with him.
Amsterdam has become more than just a temporary stop—now it's your home, filled with love and adventure. You fell in love with him, and he did the same.
"I heard there's a street festival here." Max suggested and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Live music, delicious food stalls, and carnival games. I thought you would like it."
"That doesn't sound so bad." You teased him, but he can't say he doesn't like it, because he does like it.
As you stroll through the vibrant streets of Amsterdam, the festive atmosphere fills you with excitement. You really liked this place, because it wasn't anything like back home in London.
"Oh, look Max, they have these big stuffed animals here!" You pointed out and made your way to that booth with Max right beside you.
"Who do I have to shoot to get that donkey?" You asked and took that heavy gun. Max and the stall holder laughed. "I mean it."
"Yeah, she's not joking." Max grined and gave warning look to that guy. It was sign that nor Max or you were joking. You really wanted that stupit stuffed animal.
"I'm sure you do young lady, the rules are simple, you have to shoot down the cans. That's all." He explained, as he moved aside, you pointed the gun at cans and shot. Completely missed. It was harder than you expected.
At first, Max was just wheezing, so you didn't mind him much, but after some time... "That was amazing love, you have to teach me." He laughted and clapped his hands.
"Oh, ha ha...I'm just warming up." You adjusted the gun and shot. Missed again.
That couldn't be right, the gun was just too heavy. And what was worse, Max's laugh starts to piss you off. Did he want to die? You were sure he did. You said nothing and just gave him a long side eye. If look could kill, Max would be instantly dead.
"Someone is asking for trouble." You whispered and shot the last shoot. Nothing.
You put the gun down and turned to Max with both hands on your hips. "You wanna try it, Emilian?"
That shut him up, because everyone that was close to Max and you knew that you normally didn't call Max Emilian. More like Max, Maxi or love. You were really pissed off.
But he didn't waste any second and took the gun the moment it was reloaded and perfectly shot three times, all cans fell down.
Max looked at you with a smug face and put down the gun. You just crossed your arms as that stallholder cherished and congratulated Max, he just laughed a little and said, "I will take that donkey."
As Max handed you that stuffed animal, he leaned his head down and kissed your cheek. "For a pretty lady, one big donkey."
You thanked Max and took his hand in yours, everything was forgiven. And then you started dragging him to another interesting place you saw.
But you didn't notice how Max turned back to the stallholder and how they exchanged a long glances of knowing, he knew who Max was, so even if Max didn't shoot right after you, he would give you that stuffed donkey himself.
His life was worth more than some plush.
"What do you say we look for next?" Max asked and put his arm back around you. Even though you were completely clueless, but still happy.
going back to my roots for a minute. mafia max. imagine having kids with him, like he’d go out and do whatever it is that he does, and then come home and he’d be all teary eyed over how cute your kids are. he’d be the best Dad. he’d do his best to keep the kids out of it, just like he keeps you out of it. he would rather die than put you guys in danger. over his cold dead body yk?
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mafia dad max is the loml.
i feel like because he has such a hard job, he’d love the domestic bliss of it all. he’d have a farmhouse out in the country but easily within distance of the city. it’s a large property that’s completely fenced in, heavily wooded with cameras throughout and security working the entire property, maybe even guard dogs. and within all of that, there’s a little house with it’s own little fenced in yard so the kids can play around in it safely. there’s a swing set, a treehouse, and trampoline once they get a bit older!! it’s well guarded and kept secret because he doesn’t want anything to ever happen to his family.
after kissing his lovely wife and kiddos goodbye, he goes to work every morning in a suit and tie with a briefcase in hand. kids think he works an office job like they see in the movies. he definitely brings home gifts almost every day, he stops at the shopping mall on the way home and picks up something for each of them, a small trinket or something one of the kids had been begging for, along with something max thought his wifey deserved. he’d be really cute about it, and ask wifey if they kids were good and when she confirms it, they get their gifts. then he asks them, “was mommy good today?” they get so excited and start telling him all about what they did with her that day and when they’re done, she gets her gift.
he plays with the kids as often as possible, either outside on the swing set or treehouse, or inside playing board games or with toys. he loves reading to them, he’d let them sit in his lap in his office while reading books to them, never getting annoyed if they interrupted his work to ask him to read to them.
they’d always put them to bed together, max always checks for monsters under the bed and in the closet even if the kiddos don’t ask. he’s definitely the parent who is more upset when their kids are showing little signs of growing up, like how he almost cries when he pulls out their son’s favorite book for a bedtime story and his son huffs and says, “i’m a big boy! i don’t need a bedtime story anymore!” he actually tears up when his son cracks open their bedroom door and whispers to them asking if it’s too late for a bedtime story.
he’d be very careful taking them into the city, worried someone will spot them together, so they’d travel to other cities or even other countries so they could take the kids to parks n museums, all around town without fear of being seen by an enemy lurking in max’s territory. he’d be so protective of them ugh.
i know we’ve spoken about hitman Oscar, but let me offer you hitman max. his girlfriend has no fucking idea what he does for a job, but she just assumes it has something to do with painting because he constantly comes home with stains on his shirts (she thinks it’s paint, it very much is not paint. so when she finds out, he sort of panics and just, Kind of. maybe kidnaps her?? brings her to one of the safe houses his job provides and just, pretends nothing happened when he knows damn well that something just happened
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(very sorry if this isn’t coherent at all)
i love the idea of hitman max !! mature content including death mentioned below the read more!
Max never wanted her to find out, he knew that wasn't realistically an option, but he could pretend when they were together that he had a normal job. They're laying on the couch, he's debating rolling them over and sinking between her thighs when he hears glass shattering. Before she can even react, he's out from under her. He retrieves a gun from underneath the couch cushions, she briefly wonders if it's always been there, but before she can question him, he's guiding her to follow him. She feels her stomach twist as she watches him round a corner ready to shoot, but she's not scared of Max, she's scared of whatever he deems enough a threat to need a gun.
The source of the glass breaking was the kitchen, the sliding door into his backyard. Before they pass the door to the kitchen, he presses her into wall and peeks into the room. He fires two shots and she finally understands why people wear headphones at shooting ranges as her ears start ringing. She thinks she screamed, but she can't remember. She tries covering her ears after the shots, but he grabs her wrist and pulls her along with him, to the garage and and into the passenger seat of his car. She avoids looking into the kitchen as she passes, but she's not given the grace of ignorance when a second perpetrator enters the garage through the door they just came through and Max fires two shots, one to the chest and a second to the head, before he climbs into the driver's seat.
She wants to ask what's happening, why he has a gun, who those people are, but she can't hear anything so there's no use. She can see his lips moving as the garage door opens, but his words are lost on her. She can't even hear the car start, just feels the rumble of the engine as he turns the key. The ringing starts to fade when he stops the car, minutes or maybe an hour later, she can't think clearly enough as she stares wide eyed out the windows as Max speeds through the city. She tries to look around to see if she recognizes the area, but it's foreign. She lets him guide her out of the car and into the house, despite the warnings going off in her head.
Max leads her to the kitchen and starts cooking dinner once they're inside, she sits at the island and watches as he retrieves the ingredients to make pasta. She's weirded out by the way he knows where everything is, like he's the one who filled it all. But it's all fresh, like he was expecting that to happen. Whatever that was. And he's acting like it didn't just happen, like they just went on a walk and now he's making dinner. She has so many questions she doesn't know where to start. She watches as he gets out two pans, one for noodles and one for sauce. His shoulders seem tense, and she wants to run her hands up his back to relieve some of the tension.
When the ringing has subsided to a low whistle, she decides on a question. The first thing she asks is, "Where are we?"
He turns from the stove, from the pot he was stirring to avoid looking at her, and sighs, "A safe house."
She taps her nails against the table, "Uh huh. And why are we here?"
She watches his hands grip the handle for the stove behind him, twisting around the bar. "We couldn't stay there. More would be coming."
He says it like it's obvious, and she asks another question, "And why do you have a safe house?"
Max walks over to her, cupping her cheeks in his hands. He half expects her to flinch away from him after what she just saw, but she leans into his touch, "Max, what just happened?"
He frowns at her, "I'm not sure yet." He pissed someone off. Someone probably being the gang whose leader he was paid to kill a week prior. Or someone else he's pissed off in his life, the list is long. Either way, they found his private residence. This one wasn't attached to him in any way, they should be safe here. She stares into his eyes and he can tell she wants to know more, that she wants to ask more questions; why armed men just broke into his house, why he has a hidden gun, why he has a safe house. He's not prepared to tell her the truth yet, he wants to, but he doesn't think she'll accept that part of him. Instead of asking more, she leans further into his touch, "You're not a painter, are you? You don't have to tell me... what you do, just promise me we'll be okay?"
Max drops his hands from her cheeks and wraps them around her waist, pulling her into him as he promises, "I'll keep you safe, don't worry." She rests her head on his chest as she curls her arms around him and tells herself he can keep her safe, even when she doesn't know what she needs protecting from. She tells herself she can trust him, that if she trusts him he'll tell her the truth when he's ready. He drops a kiss to the top of her head then huffs out a sigh before pulling away to check on the dinner before the sauce can burn. He can play pretend awhile longer, but he knows they'll be found eventually, unless he takes out the entire gang searching for revenge.
