Crime boss OC that is genderfluid but gives different people different pronouns for herself because it makes it easier to narrow down who fucked him over when it happens. Finds messages saying "her days are over" and voila now they can cut out all suspects that they didn't present to as a woman. Police think there are multiple people that they're chasing which makes it much easier for the boss to cover up her tracks. He keeps her businesses separate but sometimes something slips by and their closest friend learns after twenty years that they're doing that. Do you see the vision
⚠︎ Warning: Not proofread, forced marriage, suggestive, threats of violence, kidnapping, yandere themes ⚠︎
Word Count: 1.3K
Part 4
When you open your eyes you see nothing. What happened? Where are you? You can feel some kind of cloth over your eyes. Okay. Good. At least you know you didn't go blind overnight.
You try to move your hands to take off the blindfold, but stop when you realize that they're bound behind your back. Your mouth opens to scream for someone to help you, but the sound of a door opening interrupts you.
You hear footsteps approaching you. They stop. You feel a hand caress your cheek.
"You're so pretty..." their breath tickles your ear, making you shiver.
Their hands take hold of your blindfold and tug it down. You blink rapidly, letting your eyes adjust to the brightness of the room. You look around the room. It appears to be a wine cellar. You then look in front of you, to your captor.
Matteo smiles softly "Did you miss me sweetheart?"
You freeze.
"Awww, don't look so scared. I'm not going to hurt you." He starts to pet your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands.
"Why...why am I here?" Your voice trembles, you don't even try to hide your fear.
Matteo's smile turns predatory "Because you're mine. Because you rejected me inside my bar. Because if you don't want to do this the easy way, then I have no problem doing this the hard way."
He moves to take hold of you and hoists you up into his arms, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your back. It would be comfortable if your hands weren't still bound behind your back.
"Time to get you ready." he says.
"Ready for what?"
"Our wedding."
Your what? No way you were going to marry the man who's been stalking your for the past month. He couldn't force you to marry him. Sure, you were kind of a prisoner right now, but you're sure you could find a way to escape somehow.
Matteo leads you out of the wine cellar and up a large spiral staircase. He finally puts you down when you reach a large bedroom. One piece of furniture looks like it costs more than your rent. Matteo reaches behind you to untie your bindings.
"Your dress is in there." Matteo points over to a wardrobe across from where you're sitting on the bed.
"I'm not marrying you." you say.
He smiles "Don't be ridiculous. Of course you're marrying me. You don't have a choice."
Those last words send chills down your spine. It's clear he's not going to listen to any protests you might have about this situation.
"You have two hours to get ready." he kisses your hair before leaving the room.
Yeah right. You're not staying here. Standing up from the bed, you walk over to the window and pull back the curtains. Only to find that behind the glass are steel bars. Like the ones the use in prison.
Of course escaping this psychopath wouldn't be easy. You can't try the door. You're pretty sure you heard Matteo lock it when he left, and even if he didn't you're sure you'd be easily caught.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear the lock turning and see the bedroom door open to reveal...Max!?
Why was he here? Sure, he was the manager at the bar Matteo owned, but you didn't think the two of them were that close. Maybe he's come to save you from this marriage.
"Um...hey Y/N..." he rubs the back of his neck, not making eye contact with you. He continues "The boss sent me in here to keep an eye on you."
Oh.
So that's why Max was here.
"You're on his side?" you question.
Max looks up. He looks guilty. Good. He should feel guilty if he's going to willingly help Matteo with this whole thing.
"I'm sorry Y/N. I really am, but I didn't have a choice." he replies.
You roll your eyes, but resign yourself to your fate. There's no way you're getting out of this. Even if you tried you're sure Max would stop you somehow. You saw how many guards were out in the halls. If you just made a run for it they'd catch you in no time.
You let out a long sigh before walking over to the wardrobe Matteo pointed out earlier. Opening it reveals a long white gown. It has lace detailing and looks to be an off the shoulder piece.
You take the gown off of the hanger and ask Max to turn around while you change, to which he does. Once you're dressed you take a good look at yourself. Actually wearing the dress shows that it hugs your figure a little too well. There's also a deep v-neckline that does nothing to hide your cleavage.
You have a feeling Matteo picked this one out on purpose.
At your word Max turns back around. You notice he tries to not look anywhere but your face. He walks over to where you're standing and places something on your head. It's a tiara.
"The boss wanted me to give this to you. He said his mother wore it on her wedding day and so did his grandmother. Guess it's your turn to carry on the tradition." He smiles, obviously trying to lighten the mood, but it does nothing if not sour it even more.
You're betting his mother was actually happy during her wedding. Unlike you.
"You ready?" Max holds out his arm for you to take.
You're not ready. This is the last thing you want to do right now, but despite your unwillingness, you loop your arm through Max's.
He walks you through the halls of the large mansion and out into a beautifully decorated garden. There's a makeshift aisle of rose petals leading up to a gazebo. On either side of the aisle are chairs, sitting in each one are men in black suits who you can only guess are Matteo's employees.
Max walks you down the aisle. Standing inside the gazebo is Matteo and an officiant that looks like he was threatened to be here.
When you reach the gazebo Matteo takes your hand and situates you so you're standing in front of him on the other side of the officiant. His gaze briefly flicks to your cleavage before he leans in and whispers "You look beautiful sweetheart."
You tune out the ceremony. Looking past Matteo as you think about what your life would've been like if you never took the job at his bar. You only come to when the officiant addresses you and your now groom.
"Do you, Matteo, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health?" the officiant asks.
"I do." Matteo responds.
He then turns to you "And do you, Y/N, take Matteo to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health?"
Your voice catches in your throat. You want to speak. You have to speak.
At your hesitance, Matteo leans forward once again to whisper something in your ear "Choose wisely sweetheart. My men won't hesitate to shoot you if you answer wrong."
You look over to where the men in suits are sitting. You notice that all of them seem to have guns strapped to them. You turn back to Matteo and shakily give your reply "I-I do..."
"Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss."
Matteo looks at you. You look at him, shaking. He cups your cheek and leans in.
As he kisses you, you can't help but feel powerless. This is your life now. No matter how much you try, you won't be able to escape.
~END~
A/N: And with that this series is finished! This isn't the end of Matteo, as I plan to write more stuff on him, but this is the end of his introductory series. Anything I write about him in the future will take place after this series.
summary: you swore to arrest him if it was the last thing you do, but little did you know, you were walking straight into his trap.
mafia boss who has control over all the drug and weapon trades in and out of the country, who’s well-known in the black market. in the public eye, he’s simply a successful CEO who runs a large tech firm.
mafia boss who learns of a rookie detective stirring up trouble and snooping into places they shouldn’t be going anywhere near. he barely bats an eye; this wasn’t the first time he encountered an overzealous cop. he tells his men to carry out the usual— bribes, threats, and rough them up until they learn their place.
but what surprises him is that even after all the threats, even after sending his henchmen to scare you off, you remained unaffected. you sent back the bribe money with a note: “save it for your bail”, and fought off the men he sent to your house even landing some of them in the hospital. now he was intrigued.
he became curious about you. background checks, hacking the cctv in your office, searching everything there was to know about you and what made you tick. monitoring your every move, wondering what you’ll do next. will you uncover something else? will you call him into the precinct and interrogate him? he almost wished you did, so that he can hear your voice and see how bright the fire in your eyes burns.
he begins to leave little clues for you to lead you to him. well hidden enough so that none of your incompetent colleagues would pick up on, but just obvious enough for you to notice. all fake leads, of course. nothing that would actually land him in jail, but a string of misleading evidence so that it would bring you barging through his door.
and when you connect the dots he laid out in front of you? that’s when the game really begins. he watches you constantly-every move that you make, he quietly observes and waits. even during his business meetings and dealings, he’ll leave his laptop open, keeping an eye on the live feed of you.
he thinks several steps ahead, predicting and planning accordingly. although knowing you, the plan wouldn’t be carried out as flawlessly as he anticipated but nonetheless the outcome would remain the same.
all he needs to do now is wait.
Your move, little detective.
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Tap.
Tap.
The sound of your pen tapping against the papers in front of you filled the room.
You glanced ahead, at the two-way mirror that took up most of the wall. Even without the visual confirmation, you knew that you were being watched.
You turned your gaze back to the papers in front of you. Now that you finally got the man you’ve been hunting down for nearly four months, you couldn’t mess this up.
“Mr Gray,” you greeted, finally looking up from the documents and meeting his gaze. After four months of staring at photographs of the man, seeing him in front of you still left an unpleasant feeling in your stomach.
His features were sharp and polished, but his eyes held a mix of emotions you couldn’t decipher. His posture was relaxed with his hands on the table and fingers interlinked. If not for the handcuffs, he would’ve looked like he was here for a regular business meeting, not an interrogation.
“Just Killian will do. And you are?” A ghost of a smile crossed his face. It didn’t slip past your notice how effortlessly he gained control over the conversation.
“Y/N, L/N. Now, I’m just going to get to the point here— there have been a few incidents surrounding you and your company.” You paused, scanning his face for any reaction. His expression did not waver. “Any idea what I’m talking about?”
He barely blinked at the accusations you threw at him. His shoulders lifted an inch, and he returned your question. "I don't know, Y/N. You tell me." A hint of a smirk beginning to show.
Don't let it show. Slow your breathing. Don’t punch himdon’tpunchhimdon’t-
The rest of the interrogation went down in a similar manner. You trying to pry any sort of useful information from him, and him tactfully steering the conversation as he liked. By the time you were called out of the room, you could barely restrain your anger and frustration.
“You seem a little… troubled. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help much.” He sent another fake smile your way.
You stabbed your pen through the stack of pictures you placed in front of him earlier, barely avoiding his hand. “This isn’t over, Killian Gray.” You gritted out, the pen cracking under your tight grip.
His posture remained as relaxed as before, unbothered by the fact that you nearly stabbed him with a pen. He only smirked as he leaned in, his warm breath brushing across your cheek.
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Heaven forbid a single day goes by without some shit coming your way to make life hard. Today, was going so well. So close to being the most wonderfully boring day known to man. All of it was changed by a knife and a poster.
The knife pinning the poster to a body. The poster was a wanted poster for you. You did not know the body, thankfully. It did, however, do it's job of getting you to stand still long enough for a brat to point a highpower weapon at your face.
The two older girls can't help but smile quietly as they walk out to the parking lot. The black car sports car stands parked, enginge turned on impatiently. He gets out, wearing his suit and black coat. SIC stays by the car, scrolling on his phone.
"Let's get this over with", Silas mutters and walks towards the entrance. "I have things to do."
Emelie exchanges a look with Sierra. Did they really think they'd be able to catch them?
They follow their dad into the school, keeping up with his tempo. The principal sits behind his desk. Silas doesn't sit down.
"What nonsense have I heard about my daughters?" he asks. "Stealing? I can assure you that my daughters have more brains than that and if you let dumb rumours roam around I will make sure you don't keep your job here."
"I assure you, sir, that I have nothing to do with it", the principal said, "but I have to investigate every thing that comes up."
"I had to come from work in the middle of a meeting to listen to someone accuse my daughters of stealing. You should be damn grateful I don't make you compensate me for this. Instead, I'll let you off the hook by apologizing to my daughters and not bringing up anything dumb ever again. Deal?"
The principal sighs, but agrees, apologizing to Emelie and Sierra. Silas nods and leaves the room. The two girls hurry after out to the parking lot.
"Goddamn useless people", Silas mutters and gets into the car. "And they're supposed to be in charge of the youth? You got to be kidding me."
Emelie and Sierra stops in front of the car where SIC stands. He puts his phone in his pocket, smirking slightly.
"What'd you take?" he asks.
"A goddamn bag charm", Sierra chuckles. "All this commotion for a bag charm?"
Silas rolls down the window, glaring at her. "You have money for your own bag charm. You can buy a hundred of them if you'd like. Don't be a petty thief."
SIC chuckles and shakes his head disapprovingly, but not cruelly, and gets into the driver's seat.
"Don't do it again", he says. "Bye girls, I'll see you later."
