𝕭𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖔 66
𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1:
𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘, 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖌𝖚𝖓𝖘
Mafiaboss!Chris x Ballerina!Fiona
Intro (look at this before starting series’s please!)
CW: Mentions of kidnapping, guns, violence, cursing (I think), lmk if there’s more!
Chris huffed aggressively, “I need to find a girl by tonight to help me with the hit and you're telling me right now you didn’t get me anyone?!”
There was an awkward and tense silence in between Chris’s sharp words. No one dared to say a word to him while he was angry.
One of Chris’s men bravely spoke up, “Sorry sir, everyone denied the deal even after being offered money.” Chris scrunched his face at the unfortunate news filling his ears.
“Well what am I supposed to do now?” He looked around the interior of the black car they were driving in.
Matt sitting right beside Chris spoke up almost as a joke “you could just kidnap a girl,” he mumbled. “I can’t just kidnap…” Chris paused and thought for a minute. He suddenly grew a mischievous grin on his face.
“Wait no I was joking,” Chris chuckled. “Too late bud my mind is already made…I’m gonna drop you off at the next block, gotta go get a girl.”
“Chris come on, you can’t be serious,”
“Oh I’m completely serious…this hit is important and if I don’t have a girl to use as a distraction then it all falls apart. So now I have no choice but to take a darker route of finding a girl.”
Matt was in pure shock his brother would ever do such a thing. He knew his brother was pretty cruel when it came to doing his job. But he didn’t know he was cruel enough to be willing to kidnap a stranger just for a hit. “Chris-“
“out now..I dont wanna have to ask you again.” Chris said sternly.
Matt quickly followed Chris’s ordered, still in disbelief Chris was actually doing this.
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The ballet studios air was cold and soothing as Fiona carefully packed up her things getting ready to leave rehearsal. She slipped off her pointe shoes and placed them in her pastel pink duffel bag and zipped it up.
She put back on her ballet flats and said her goodbyes to everyone. She pushed the studio doors open and felt the fresh breeze pass by her as her hair twirled and her pink skirt danced in the wind. She took a deep breath and began to walk down the street.
Usually during this time the roads were busy, loud horns beeping, wheels squeaking, people yelling at each other through their windows.
But today seemed quiet, oddly quiet. Fiona didn’t think too much of it though, why would she?
Her delicates steps were the only thing making a sound. She didn’t mind it though since she’s been met with silence from a very young age.
Suddenly she heard a car driving by her, a black car, windows tinted, polished with no scratches, bumps or bruises. Fiona’s heart jumped for a moment but played it off as being too aware of her surroundings.
She kept her pace in the sidewalk, easily forgetting about the car. Until she spots it again coming the other way. She stops for a moment, confused. She gave the benefit of the doubt that maybe the driver was just a little bit out of it and that’s why he was driving on the wrong side of the road.
But when the big car stopped right next to her it became clear what was happening. Her instincts immediately kicked in and she started running as fast as she could.
She could hear fast footsteps right behind her, creepily catching up to her. Suddenly she felt strong arms grab her from behind. Her efforts to scream at the top of her lungs were shut down when this mysterious man covered her mouth with his hand.
She kicked, bit, and clawed at him trying to escape his cruelly harsh grasp. She muttered words but they came out distorted because of his hand. She was then abruptly thrown into the creepy black car she had an eerie gut feeling about earlier.
The muscular man then climbed in and shut the door. Fiona’s big doe eyes looked around, a bunch of big men surrounded her, weapons glued to their side. But there was one big man in particular that stuck out to her.
He had a nice suit on and looked way more polished and poised than the rest. Fiona could tell he intimated and slightly scared most of the men in the car. She couldn’t blame them though she found him pretty frightening too. Then the scary man finally spoke up, “what’s your name?”
Fiona stayed quiet, she usually didn’t talk much in general so in this situation her lips were sealed from fear. The man scoffed “I’ll ask you nicely one more time…what’s your name?”
Fiona took a deep breath a singular tear falling down her face. “Fiona…my name is Fiona,” she whispered.
The man leaned back, nodding with approval “Well Fiona I’m gonna make this very clear to you right now. Tonight you’re going to be my distraction for a hit I have planned downtown. What you’re going to see and hear tonight is serious and dangerous information. So listen to what I say, do what I say, and never ask questions beyond what I tell you.…or else.”
Fiona furrowed her brows, she didn’t understand what he meant by “hit” and though his terrifying words were suppose to scare her for some reason Fiona was more so intrigued than frightened. “Or else what?” Her delicate voice spoke up a little bit louder than before.
“Or else….ill kill you myself,” he firmly said as he cleaned the gun in his hand.
“So if I asked you what your name is you’d shot me right this moment?” Fiona innocently asked,
Chris looked confused for a second, usually when he’d speak to people like that they’d just nod and obey maybe even sometimes cry from fear. But this girl was different, she tested Chris, she spoke so softly yet so confidently and brave not even one of his men dared to speak to him like that. It oddly intrigued him more than he’d want to admit, but not in a butterflies and love at first sight manner more in a manipulative, controlling way.
“I suppose giving you my name wouldn’t be the worst thing…but any questions beyond that are off limits.” Chris sternly said,
“Alright then what’s your name?”
“Mr. Sturniolo,”
Fiona gave a little smile to his response which made Chris even more curious about this girl he pick up off the street. “No no I didn’t want your scary professional name…I wanted your real name.”
Chris scrunched his eyebrows “that is my real name,” “no it’s not…I would like to know your real authentic name if I’m going to help you with this “hit” of yours.”
Chris rolled his eyes, and raised his voice to a more harsh tone “it’s Chris but you are not allowed to call me that unless I tell you too. Only sir and Mr Sturniolo from now on.”
Fiona pouted, “alright…” her sorrow slightly growing after his cruel tone cut through her sensitive heart.
Fiona’s brain was still a little bit scattered one moment she’s walking home from ballet rehearsal and the next she’s kidnapped by a scary man in a suit. Or atleast that’s how she’d imagine people describe him. To her he seemed misunderstood, his cruel demeanor fascinated her and his ruthless words kinda made her heart skip a beat.
And though Chris’s callous behavior towards others made him known to be the most powerful and cruelest man in the city. His curiosity is slowly creeping up on him in a more controlling way than a normal person could comprehend.
Maybe keeping this girl for a little while wouldn’t be so bad…
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