Look my guy I got inspired by the song Trust issues the weeknd remix and shameless Camilla Cabello, this might need multiple parts but I have seen you guys ask for it and I think it’s time for me to serve and for you guys to eat… also I would like to say thank you to @severewobblerlightdragon I have noticed them liking my stuff and almost always lives a comment I really appreciate it.
Part 4
The way (y/n) took over Massimos house resembled to a tiger being released from its cage, authority suited her as she strolled around with her chin high and her eyes making grown men shiver and scurry away after mumbling “yes, miss”.
Massimo observed her with his lips in a thin line and his hands curling to a fist, however he knew that any type of reaction would cost him an unbearable amount of power, her family was the only one that came to his aid, the only source of support and protection if he moved even in the slightest way that displeased (y/n) he would be left with nothing.
“A charity ball?!”
“A way to celebrate your success and show to everyone you are left unbothered and unharmed, a gracious move to invite every important person from our cycle and reconcile while standing tall despite the attempted assassinations”
“If you want to wear a fancy dress do it somewhere else, I thought we were supposed to protect this house not let everyone in”
“We accept people that have been exclusively invited by Ass, people who matter, your reputation is at stake, the great massimo has the tail between his legs and is hiding behind his stone walls”
“I am not hiding”
“It doesn’t fucking matter what you have been doing, that is what they are saying, the charity ball is happening like it or not, the invites have already been send out, but your… wife a dress and you better mingle with your guests, like a good and generous host. Got it?”
Massimo identified the assertive tone in (y/n)s and gaze that could burn his entire house down, he could also see his advisor Mario nod at him behind her back, a way to stir Massimo to not push (y/n) further.
“Fine, make your preparations. I am sure if you try hard enough the ball will be decent”
“It will be better than the fiasco Laura had caused, she danced on a pole while somebody called her a whore right?”
Massimos hand slammed on his wooden desk while his other hand instinctively his right hand reached for his gun and pointed it right at her chest. The scary part wasn’t that (y/n) was held at gun point, nor the expression of fury in Massimos handsome face, it was the devilish grin that decorated (y/n)s lips, unfazed by the situation completely.
“Amateur, if you really want to kill me, you aim at the head”
She instructed while her fingers wrapped around the gun and let it touch the skin on her forehead. Massimo was a man that was never afraid to use his weapons, still the way that she did not even blink, better yet she teased him about it left him speechless.
“Massimo put the gun down”
“No, let him, what are you waiting for? Just so you know if I die you will have a bigger problem than a dead body, but an entire empire running after you and my brother wanting your head served in a silver platter”
“You think I am scared of your stupid brother?”
“No, no you are not, you are however scared of me. Even if you plant a bullet between my eyebrows you will never, ever get rid of me”
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As always (y/n) had gotten her way and the charity ball was buzzing with people, the band she had hired played wonderful music, the staff kept the glasses of champagne full and the platters of small little delicacies going.
Massimo had his hand on Laura’s waist as they went to greet the guests, a United couple that scoffed at the missed jabs of their enemies, at least that’s what they portrayed.
The music came to a halt as a slight sound of the champagne glass summoned every guests attention. As Massimo looked up at the start of his stairs he was met with (y/n) smiling brightly with a glass in her hand, “she finally showed up” he thought
“Our dear guests, I apologise for interrupting any conversations but we have all night for chatter, me and my family would like to thank our dear friends Massimo and his family that were so kind to extend their hospitality to us, I would like to take this moment to raise my glass. To you and your wives success, both of them beautiful, kind and strong despite all. Cheers to the perfect couple”
Everyone clapped and took a sip, to anyone that did not know any better this was such a gracious gesture, a declare of loyalty and a announcement of the two families being allies, to Massimo this was a hit below the belt, to sarcastically smile and praise his wife after everything that has taken place.
Regardless of it all he took a slight sip as his grip to Laura tightened, he wanted to kill her, grab (y/n) by her pretty neck and snap it like a twig, his eyes followed her figure when she went down the stairs.
God was she bewitching, a sight for sore eyes in her dress, the most infuriating part about (y/n) is that he always left him in shambles, to kill her or to fuck her? That is the question
“(Y/n), I have to say that speech was very kind of you”
“What can I say I have a soft spot for love, we started off on the wrong foot Laura, that does not mean we should continue that way”
She was lying, Massimo knew that much and what was worst is that Laura was buying it, his wife believed that (y/n) was genuine and did not just plan an evil scheme to ridicule him further. (Y/n) reached for Laura’s hand to give it a slight squeeze of comfort.
“I am delighted you chose to wear the dress I send for you”
“It was the best out of all how could I not?”
“And you look good in it too, I will catch up with you two later, I must say hello to someone”
(Y/n) was over the moon, just the look on Massimos face made it all worth it, his hands were completely tied and there was nothing she could accuse her of, hell she had even mend her relationship with Laura and now all eyes were on Massimo.
(Y/n) approached the person she was interested in, the only man that made it look good while being completely out of place.
“So you must be… nacho? Right?”
“Yes, and you are miss (y/l/n)”
“Precisely, although I must say nacho does not suit you”
“It is only a nickname”
“I can definitely think of others that would be better”
“Is that so?”
His eyebrow raised at the sneaky way of the woman that weasels her way in his reader, he had seen her walk around the garden, a striking presence could not be missed by any man and she had been captured by his baby blue eyes, the man was sculpted by the Gods and she just so happened to be in need of a hobby. (Y/n) bit her lip as she swiftly nodded at him, the look of a helpless innocent doe that she held worked its magic on him as his pearly whites appeared at a grin.
“I’ve heard wonderful things about your work, people say you are… good with your hands”
“Such flattering words miss (y/l/n)”
“Would you like to show me your… works?”
“Whatever miss (y/l/n) wants she gets right?”
“Lead the way then and please call me (y/n)”
Her voice barely above a whisper as she said her name. Nacho only left his glass on a stand before he let his hand touch her waist and escorted her out of the mansion, what the man had not noticed is that as they went in the garden and away of the eyes of strangers Massimo had silently followed them, curious to see what was happening, who was he? Why was (y/n) walking away with him? He could barely hear what they were saying until they reached a more secluded part and stopped, (y/n) rested her back on a wall as she held her glass of champagne.
“Have you always been interested in gardening?”
“No, I like trying new things”
“That sounds promising”
“I must admit I had my eye on you”
“I noticed”
“You are a very interesting woman”
“I know, I must say you have a lot if potential… if you are up for it”
Massimos blood boil at the sight of (y/n) so sexually flirting with a man, she had never been like that with him, why would this low life get to have her while he could not even get a bite? Nacho placed his hands at either side of (y/n)s face supporting himself on the stone wall, she looked mesmerising under the moonlight, her chest rose as she took in a deep breath.
“I have never been afraid to get my hands dirty”
“Kneel”
She command him, Nacho took the champagne glass from her hand and took a sip before he leaned to connect his lips with hers, at the slight part of her lips he was able to pass a small amount of the champagne in her mouth making the kiss even more thrilling.
He pulled away from her to do as he was told, his one hand went underneath her dress to caress her leg from her ankle and up bringing goosebumps along her spine.
“Obedience becomes you”
“And we have only just began”
Nacho had kept the glass only to take a big sip of what was left of it and throw it away, quickly he lifted her dress and allowed the liquid to ran down the part that ached the most, the cooling sensation made her hiss before pleasure took over.
Massimo stood dumbfounded as he watched from the bushes his (y/n) have such an intimate moment with someone beneath her, he could imagine how good it would feel if he sliced his throat right at her feet, or maybe he should fuck her right there and make him watch. In reality, he froze at his spot as (y/n) let a few audible moans slip past her lips, he should leave, spare himself the fury of being a bystander.
(Y/n) could feel the thrill of nachos skill take over her, not only was the man between her legs extremely qualified, she was also aware of whom it was that had followed them and was now sneaking a peek through the woods, just the image of Massimo being helpless and having to endure the show of her become undone with another was enough to send her over the edge.
To have a gorgeous man please you while risking exposure while simultaneously getting on your first loves nerves was the biggest aphrodisiac that no money could ever buy. Once she felt herself slowly shimmer down she guided her hand on nachos chin and ran her thumb over his swollen lips before leaning down to plant a peck on them.
Massimo saw something beyond the pornographic scene, the movements, the lust in her eyes, the need to blow off some steam in that way. She was no longer the person he knew way back when, (y/n) had become… like him.
Summary: Time moves you forward and you begin to see visions of what could be, rather than holding resentment of what could have been. A new ruler potentially rises to the throne.
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN EPILOGUE
You watched with careful eyes as Massimo and his men hunched over the impossibly large desk. Various maps, portfolios, mug shots of men you vaguely recognized littered the office. Right now, one of Massimo’s higher-ups was arguing with Mario about an offensive attack on one of your father’s major sites. From what you had heard in the few moments you had spent eavesdropping; the site was located by the shipping yards in lower Sicily. You easily recognized the place as where your father had previously told you to be the area he stored ammunition and miscellaneous supplies. You resisted the nauseous feeling in your stomach when you pieced together that it was not simply ammunition your father kept there, but where he overlooked the trafficking of countless women and children.
‘’We need to attack them at dawn! It is the only time they will be at their most vulnerable. Y/f/n doesn’t change the guards, they’ll be too exhausted to properly fight back,’’ a man growled out in frustration. Massimo sighed, his eyebrows furrowed in both annoyance and stress.
‘’And how do you propose we do that? We cannot simply show up in limos with guns ready. We need to carefully plan this out or we risk losing the war entirely. We need to catch them off guard,’’ Mario’s gruff voice countered, thick index finger tapping the surface of the desk repeatedly to drive home his point.
The way Massimo’s jaw clenched was not lost on you. You would be lying if you had said it didn’t amuse you to see the Torricelli leader pouting like a boy who was just scolded. You would also be lying if you had said it didn’t bother you seeing him so stressed out. To make matters worse, it was your own flesh and blood that was causing all of this strife. A lump arose in your throat as black and white photos of missing children and young women took up a majority of the bulletin boards. Their eyes watched you, pleaded with you.
‘’If I may, gentlemen,’’ you interjected, taking the opportunity to enter the room quietly.
Every man raised their heads to rest their gaze on you. Mario’s face softened, as well as Domenico’s. Some men scoffed at the sight of their enemy’s daughter sashaying into the office like she had a right to be here. Some gulped in fear; whether it was because of who your family was or your relationship with Massimo, you didn’t know. But regardless if they hated you or were indifferent, they all respected you. They wouldn’t dare cross Massimo Torricelli. Massimo looked straight into your eyes, one corner or his mouth twitched upward in a crooked smirk as his eyes remained soft with flickers of amusement.
‘’Principessa,’’ he nodded in your direction.
‘’I want to help,’’ your arms folded over your chest as you stood opposite of Massimo across the desk. You steeled your nerves as you felt all eyes on you. ‘Be a mobster. . .think like a mobster,’ you mentally chanted.
‘’Y/n, this is too close to you. It’s not the kind of matters I want you involved in,’’ Massimo spoke slowly, straightening his posture from behind the desk as if to assert his dominance. You resisted the urge to clench your jaw and pout.
‘’I’m aware it is too close to me. That is exactly why you need me, Mr. Torricelli. I know these men you are hunting. I know where my father’s warehouses are. You need me if you want to get to these men, they won’t expect me to be helping you. It’ll buy you and your men enough time to get into position. If you want to win this battle, by all means go right ahead and argue amongst yourselves. But if you want to win this war, let me help.’’
Massimo blinked once or twice down at you. His men were deathly silent as they observed the exchange. They blinked as their fearless leader was being countered by a little woman with fire in her eyes and determination in her voice. For a minute, you fit the exact profile of a mafia wife. A force to be reckoned with.
‘’It’s too dangerous, y/n,’’ Massimo’s voice softened, yet his gaze remained stern.
‘’Please,’’ you whispered, dropping your arms at your sides as you hoped your eyes could convey everything you wished to say.
‘’I need to make things right. I need to know there’s a way to be myself again; to be good again,’’ you continued.
Whether it was your pleading or your choice in words, you could visibly see you had struck a chord within the mafia leader. His brows were no longer furrowed and his demeanor physically relaxed. He glanced at Mario for a brief moment, interlocked in a brief, silent exchange before his eyes fell back on you.
‘’You will not put yourself in the line of fire and if I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to hide, you hide until the coast is clear. You follow every single command I give. You will do as I say and if I am shot, you leave me behind,’’ he demanded. You nodded without hesitation, though the thought of Massimo being shot sent a feeling of dread throughout your entire being.
‘’Of course.’’ Massimo nodded in hesitant approval, eyes glancing at his men surrounding the two of you. He leaned over his desk once more, eyes surveying the paperwork.
‘’Gentlemen, meet y/n y/l/n. Your new second in command.’’
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You gasped as the bullet proof vest weighed heavily on your shoulders. Massimo smirked at sensing your discomfort, shaking his head as he looked you over to ensure everything was alright.
‘’You know, I’m surprised you never had to wear one of these before,’’ humor as evident in his voice as he straightened the vest over your torso. You shrugged, looking up at him and analyzing the way his forehead crinkled when he was in deep thought. The way his soft lips pressed together in a firm line.
‘’I was a very sheltered child, Massimo. My father did everything he could to ensure this life wouldn’t touch me,’’ your words trailed off in deep thought. Massimo paused, eyes searching yours as he leaned down a bit to the point you could feel his warm breath gently brush your cheeks. He shouldn’t be allowed to look this good.
‘’No tears, principessa. Remember who you are,’’ his index finger tilted your chin so that you met his warm gaze.
‘’A y/l/n?’’
‘’A queen,’’ he corrected you with one of the most sincere smiles you had ever witnessed on the mafia leader’s face. You offered a smile in return, nodding slightly. It then became clear how close in proximity you two were to each other. You could nearly feel his lips touch yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. Massimo looked down, noticing the same. ‘I can’t lose her,’ he thought, resisting the urge to let out a shaky exhale. He opted to grab both of your hands in his and kissed your knuckles. His eyes held a tremendous amount of fear and apprehension beneath those long dark eyelashes of his.
‘’I need you. . .I need you to be safe,’’ he confessed, suddenly turning back into that vulnerable child that he resembled whenever he was scared.
Before you knew it, your hands encompassed the sides of his chiseled face. Your eyes looked deeply into his. ‘’This is going to work, Massimo. We’re going to do this,’’ you whispered comfortingly. His hands held yours closer to his face. His thumbs gently stroked the back of your hands. He nodded slowly, regaining his confidence.
‘’Together.’’
There had to have been a dozen all-black vans, tinted to ensure nobody would be able to see who inhabited them. You on the other hand were in a regular limo, one of Massimo’s men dressed in usual driver attire. The coat you wore easily hid the bulletproof vest, but your nerves planted the seeds of doubt and fear within you.
‘’Remember, you’re here on behalf of your father,’’ the man said, the outline of his gun strapped to his ankle was not lost on you. You nodded, looking forward.
It felt like only minutes passed, but the morning sunrise told you it had been at least a couple of hours since leaving Massimo’s estate. Before you knew it, the car door was opened for you and the sound of your heels clacking against the pavement echoed in the otherwise empty docks. Two men guarded the back entrance to the massive warehouse. Dozens of cargo containers littered the yards. You bit your lip to prevent the snarl that threatened to escape. Cargo.
‘’Who are you?’’ one of the men all-but-growled, the two of them taking the safety off of their rifles.
‘’I suggest you put those away, gentlemen unless you would like to explain to my father what happened to his only child,’’ you were shocked at how cold and menacing your own voice sounded. You could practically imagine the proud look on Massimo’s face as he listened from his location through the earpiece in your ‘’driver’s’’ ear.
‘’Miss y/l/n! My apologies, w-we thought you were-,’’
‘’Enough!’’ you snarled, hand raised to shut them up. They immediately obeyed, standing up straight and lowering their guns. The sniper who only seconds ago had his finger on the trigger to blow your brains out on the rooftop lowered his gun as well, but the way he looked at you unnerved you greatly.
‘’My father sent me here to ensure we’ve met this month’s quota. Do you have any objections to that or am I allowed to do my job?’’ you quirked a brow. They immediately stepped aside.
‘’Ahhh y/n! Bella!’’ a small, rat-like man came out of practically thin air, emerging from the warehouse in a faux designer blue suit. You assumed he was who your father placed in charge of this specific site.
‘’My father didn’t tell you I was coming?’’
‘’No! We thought you had still been. . .it doesn’t matter now, does it? Ha-ha! Finally taking your place on the family throne, eh?’’ the man grinned, nauseating you to your core. The corner of your lip twitched as he walked you to the yards that held massive metal carriers.
‘’I think you’ll be very impressed with this month’s selection,’’ he winked and it took every fiber of your being not to strangle this vile creature as he led you to one of the containers. The guards from earlier had their guns drawn as they opened the metal carrier with a loud clang.
Numb. You felt utterly and completely numb and sickened to your core all at once.
They huddled together as far to the back of the carrier as they could manage. At least 30 women, some your age and some far younger screamed and cried in fright. You didn’t notice you were shaking until you almost toppled over.
‘’Miss y/l/n?’’ the man in charge asked in concern. You shook him off. ‘’These damn h-heels,’’ you lied, regaining your balance. The look of distrust in his beady eyes was not lost on you.
‘’Yes. Perhaps you’d like a more thorough look,’’ his voice trailed off, nodding his head to one of the guards who grabbed a random woman and dragged her outside of the carrier, tossing her to your feet.
‘’Please! Please! Help!’’ she had to have been from the United States, maybe even Canada based off of her dialect. No older than you.
It all happened so fast. ‘’Boss! Gun!’’ was all you heard before your face was splattered with one of the guard’s blood. Shots were fired from every direction, the snipers that had been hiding on the rooftops appeared at the same time Massimo’s men emerged from their vans.
‘’Stay down! Stay close to me!’’ you yelled over the sounds of bullets, hovering over the terrified woman as you spread your body as much as possible to cover hers’.
‘’Oh my God!’’ some of the women screamed. Others screamed in foreign languages, surely frightened as they held each other and covered their eyes. You managed to lead the woman back into the safety of the carrier, the metal being too thick to be pierced by the wave of bullets, despite the petrifying noises they made. Even the thundering of the bullets ricocheting off the carriers couldn’t drown out the sounds of the women’s screams. You clenched your jaw, moving to exit the carrier.
‘’No! No! Please don’t leave us! Not in here!’’ the woman begged, clinging to your coat. You held her hands firmly in yours as you leaned down to her level.
‘’Listen, I need to go out there and make sure none of the guards get near this container, ok? I’m one of the people who will get you out of here, I swear it. You have the protection of the Torricelli family now, and we’re going to get you home. I swear it.’’
You could tell your words did little to calm their fears, and you didn’t blame them. But you had managed to calm them enough to allow you to walk back out without them following you into open fire. You sent a look of careful reassurance, handing your coat to cover one of the shaking women before retreating back to take the gun that had belonged to the dead guard.
The only time you had ever held a gun in your life was when your father forced you to learn as a child. It had been years, and the guns you practiced with were never this large and powerful. ‘Aim to kill, not to maim,’ your father’s voice growled in your ear.
You hurriedly grabbed the rifle and took cover behind a pile of steal beams, breathing so hard that the possibility of passing out was an actual concern. ‘’Aim to kill, aim to kill, aim to kill,’’ you whispered, peeking out. Several men from both sides laid dead, including the man who had driven you here. You found some comfort in not seeing Massimo, Mario, or Domenico’s wounded forms laying out. You prayed they were alright. You prayed Massimo was alright.
‘’Ah!’’ you screamed as a hand snatched a fistful of your hair, dragging you backwards and throwing you onto your side, viciously kicking the gun away from you.
‘’You stupid, whore!’’ the rat-looking man in charge snarled down at you. Part of his ear had been blown off and blood splatter littered his cheap suit. The air left your lungs as he furiously kicked your stomach. He bent down and gripped your hair once more.
‘’You’re nothing! Nothing more than a whore to warm Torricelli’s bed! Traitor!’’ he screamed in your face as you violently fought against him. Your movements stopped the minute you felt the knife against your cheek.
‘’I’m going to cut that pretty face up, see how Massimo likes his slut then, hm? Then I’m going to gut you from head to toe. You’ll burn in hell right along with me,’’ the man snarled down at you, pressing the knife hard enough that if you moved an inch he would pierce your skin.
‘’Yeah, I’ll see you in hell, but you be sure to tell them that I sent you here,’’ you growled, knee drawing back before you landed a powerful kick to his groin.
He screamed in your face before yanking his fist back, tossing you back onto the ground as he moved to drive the weapon into your skin. You rolled over, instantly kicking his right leg with all of your might. It was a fight for survival as the two of you screamed and clawed and kicked against the other. In the midst of the chaos you had managed to kick the knife away from him, lunging to reach the rifle a few feet away from your grip. He tackled you, crawling towards the gun with a rabid look in his eye. You jumped forward, fingertips grazing the gun and holding it against your chest. Quickly taking the safety off, you grunted as the man’s fist made contact with the side of your face. The gun had gone off.
‘’Y/N!’’ Massimo called out, smoke from the exchange still clouded the yards.
It had been a miracle he had not been hit, and now a good dozen or more of your father’s best men were dead or in the process of dying. Massimo’s men were currently opening the numerous carriers, carefully escorting the women and young girls out and comforting them as they sobbed in both relief and from the trauma. But where were you?
Massimo ran around the yards, looking inside the warehouse, inside the carriers, ignoring the sounds of crying women and dying men. All he could focus on was finding you and the sinking feeling in his stomach, the clenching of his heart in his ribcage left him with the bitter taste of dread on his tongue. ‘I can’t lose her, not her. I can’t do it again,’ he kept repeating in his head. He screamed out in frustration, kicking the pavement and clutching his disheveled hair in his fists. He had lost you in the chaos, and now you were God knows where. Were you bleeding alone somewhere? Did someone survive and take you back to your father’s? Were you already dead?
The tears blurred Massimo’s vision; his breathing labored as his head spun. ‘Not again. . .not y/n,’ he prayed to any God that was willing to hear him out.
‘’FUCK!’’ he snarled, droplets of spit escaping his clenched teeth as he roared on.
‘’Massimo,’’ a weak voice croaked out behind him. His mouth hung open as he spun around.
‘’Y/n,’’ he ran to you before he could process it. His arms enveloped you in an embrace, burying himself in your unkempt hair. He pulled back just as you returned his embrace, heart falling in his chest.
‘’You’re bleeding,’’ he rasped out. The shaky, disturbed look in your eyes unsettled him greatly.
‘’It’s not my blood.’’
Massimo sighed. Both in relief and out of sorrow. He held you in his arms, nodding as you cried into his chest. His iron hold on you provided you with the exact comfort you needed as your sobs racked through your body. And as he met eye contact with the woman who you had given your coat to, a grateful, pitiful smile barely ghosting her lips as she was escorted out of this hell, Massimo felt tears stream down his cheeks.
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Time went on. Early summer slowly faded into fall, which drifted into a chilly winter. You gazed up at the clouds lazily stretch over the fields, past the rose garden. The cool air nipped at your cheeks and the tip of your nose as you leaned against the balcony of your room. You wondered where you would be had Massimo and you never crossed paths. Would you be at some dimly lit coffee shop, celebrating the end of your exams? Would you be tangled up in knitted blankets with a faceless lover, enjoying the late December frost? A stretch for sure, but you possibly could’ve been back home by the fire, excitedly telling your father about your semester in the states. Unaware of the horrors that he had committed in your home. Naïve of the monstrosities he had been a part of. You shivered, clutching your scarf. It had not been because of the cold.
You knew it did no good to reflect on the ‘’what ifs’’ and ‘’what could have beens’’ but they often clouded your mind like a thick fog. The nightmares still paid their nightly visits, visions of burnt cars and faceless victims screaming for help; their hands outstretched towards you as if meaning to claw the flesh from your bones. Your father’s face behind every single one of them, thick eyebrows raised as he waved in your direction, the flames aggressively dancing in his pupils.
‘’Cold, principessa?’’ Massimo’s voice caused you to tremble, looking over your shoulder as he studied you, giving you a quick look over to see if you were alright.
A small smile met your lips as your heart calmed at the sight of him leaned against the doorframe, his knitted sweater left your eyes eager to see more of him. If you tried hard enough you could smell his cologne and shampoo given the way the wind was blowing. You shook your head softly as your body relaxed.
‘’It’s not the cold that bothers me.’’
His gaze softened at the short answer. He didn’t need you to elaborate, he knew exactly what you were thinking about. He knew what your nightmares consisted of. The burning car, the countless victims, your father’s unsettling smile. He knew because he had the same nightmares too, only they zeroed in on a woman with brown hair with a baby in her hands. Sometimes her hair was cut short and dyed blonde, but she was always holding the same baby, and they were both always just out of reach. Massimo cleared his throat as he shook those thoughts away, taking his place next to you on the balcony. His eyes surveyed the lush fields as gray clouds loomed over the land.
Time had gone on, but you both were as lost as you had been nearly a year ago. You continuously thought about how and what could be done about the situation at hand. A truce between your father and Massimo was almost surely out of the question. Massimo had made it clear time and time again that he would not negotiate with someone who preys on the vulnerable and you knew your father was beyond reason at this point. Massimo had managed to kill a good portion of your father’s men after the first attack, including some relatives of yours. Thousands of women and children had been found and returned to their families, having the protection of the Torricelli clan. Word was spreading that y/f/n y/l/n’s reign of terror was coming to an end. And you didn’t need to be back home to imagine the rage your father possessed. You were scared of what the future held.
‘’I’m never going to be her. . .you know that right?’’ you stated without looking at him. You felt him tense up for a split second before he nodded.
‘’I know that.’’
You sucked in your bottom lip to prevent from crying, instantly regretting being so vulnerable around this man. You turned to leave before his words stopped you.
‘’I don’t want you to be like her. . .I want you. Just you.’’
Massimo’s hand gently folded over yours, a reassuring smile ghosting his lips as he continued looking out. It didn’t mean anything, it was a simple gesture, a December breeze across the pastures. His hand didn’t make it ok; it didn’t make anything ok. Sicily was still being torn apart by the mafia wars. Somewhere out there your father’s victims still suffered. You were no closer to righting your family’s wrongs. Why, then, did it feel so good to feel his hand in yours?
Without questioning it, your hand squeezed his as the two of you faced forward. You didn’t know what the future held for either of you. For all either of you knew you both could be gunned down by your father’s men or one of Massimo’s enemies. Yet, you leaned into his embrace and found comfort in the way you fit together. Like matching bookends or two sides of a locket.
‘’Y/n. . .,’’ Massimo began, unsure of how to continue.
You looked up at him, analyzing the smallest details of his face. How long had it been since you felt the weight of him on top of you? The stretch of his manhood inside of you?
‘’I know. . .I know,’’ your voice was barely above a whisper, the wind easily carrying it over the ledge. But he heard you. He always did.
He looked down at you, an unfamiliar look in those honey brown eyes. His long eyelashes fluttered as he struggled to map out his next words, eyes nervous. Another encouraging squeeze from your hand caused him to swallow his words, his Adam’s apple bobbing only slightly.
‘’I don’t know where to even begin,’’ he confessed almost defeatedly.
You listened intently, thumb stroking his scarred knuckles. You hung onto every word he spoked. ‘’Neither do I,’’ you admitted, eyes looking down at where your hands met. He was afraid and you were afraid. He had lost so much, as had you. You had both lost your way, under different circumstances. Two scared children, not knowing what the next right step was. Neither knowing what the future entailed. Fear and apprehension surrounded the two of you in a hazy fog as you stumbled over your thoughts. But there was also a glimmer of hope peeking through the smog. Maybe. Just maybe. Maybe there was a way to be good again.
You closed your eyes as you suddenly leaned forward to close the gap between the two of you, Massimo’s warm lips welcoming yours’ home. His strong hands cradled the back of your head as yours reached to cup his powerful jaw. You felt weightless as you melted into him. Kissing Massimo was very much like returning home from a long vacation; calm and warm and right. His arms encased you in a protective embrace, your lips moving together in a passionate dance for dominance. You didn’t deter when he playfully nipped at your bottom lip, rather you tugged at his knitted sweater.
When the two of you finally did pull apart you noticed a light in Massimo’s eyes that had been previously buried under mafia wars and the loss of his loved ones. He noticed the same in you as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, noses gently grazing each other’s as your thumbs stroked his cheek bones.
‘’Please,’’ you whispered.
You weren’t sure what you were asking for in that moment, but you prayed Massimo could find meaning to your hushed prayer. He did. Please don’t hurt me. Please help me find the good in myself and in this. Please stay by my side. Please never leave me.
His response was another passionate kiss to your lips as he slowly backed you into the warmth of your suite. His movements never ceased to be loving, but the dominance and desire quickly became more noticeable. You gasped when you fell backwards, only to land into the soft surface of your mattress. The burning in your cheeks had little to do with the weather as you stared up at this god-like man. Massimo’s gaze said everything that his voice could not. Total adoration, lust, and need swam in those honey brown eyes that you have slowly grown so fond of over these months.
‘’You’re so beautiful Y/n,’’ he whispered, sending chills down your trembling form.
The tiniest of smiles graced your lips as you leaned back up into a sweet, sensual kiss. His hands left a trail of flames as he explored your bare skin, articles of clothing being flung across the room until you were both stripped bare. As you laid back down, legs spread with Massimo kneeling between them, you truly saw him for the first time. He was dangerous. He was safety. He was sin. He was salvation. He was pride. He was humility. He was today. He was tomorrow. He was everything and more.
Massimo groaned as his eyes explored your naked form trembling beneath him. Your nipples were hardened from excitement, lips plump from the rough kisses, and your legs spread so that his eyes could linger on the tight wet hole of your womanhood. You were divine, truly. And Massimo soon found that he wanted to burn this image of you, of both of you together, into his memory and store it safely forevermore. The thought of waking up to this, of your face being the first thing he saw in the mornings and the last before he fell asleep, of your soothing voice pulling him back to reality and keeping him anchored, your gentle hands holding his to prevent him from acting irrationally, your laugh filling the rose gardens. The thought of you possibly growing round with his child. It all terrified him and brought him immense happiness at the same time. He couldn’t afford to lose another person. He couldn’t go through the grief of losing more of himself to this life.
‘’Massimo,’’ you whimpered, soft hand cradling the side of his face brought him out of his thoughts.
As he gazed down at you, his heart caught in his throat. The small smile on your lips was all he needed. The tiny stroke of your thumb gave him hope. Perhaps there was hope. Perhaps there was a way to be good again. For both of you.
You yelped as his lips wrapped around your right breast, suckling at your nipple as his hands mapped out your nude form. He peeked at you from behind those lashes, smirking as you fidgeted under him. As he alternated between sucking and nipping at your sensitive bud you gently clawed at his muscular back, etching the feel of his skin against yours into your memory.
Massimo pulled away, his breathing uneven and heavy from arousal. He moved to position himself between your legs before you stopped him, pressing your hand against his chest.
‘’What’s wrong?’’ his brows furrowed.
You simply pushed him down so that he laid on his back, crawling between his legs as his member stood proudly between them. You had nearly forgotten how thick he was. The tantalizing drop of precum threatened to drip and trace down the veins of his shaft. You nearly shuddered at the thought of him filling you to the brim. It had been too long.
Without a word you hovered above him, taking his lips into yours in a lover’s kiss. Before he could enjoy it too much you pulled away and began leaving a hot trail of open-mouthed kisses down his jawline, down his chest, down his abdomen, down to his groin. Your eyes flickered upwards to meet his gaze as you pressed a slow, sloppy kiss to the thick head of his cock.
‘’Fuck, principessa,’’ he hissed between his teeth, hands clenched as you slowly took him into your mouth.
Your hand gently pressed against his lower abs as you deep throated him. You shivered at the feeling of his hands tangling themselves into your hair and guiding you to a slow, firm pace.
‘’Mmmmmm,’’ you moaned around his cock, the vulgar noises echoing across the room as you were forced to take all of his girth. Your pussy clenched the moment you felt him in the back of your throat.
‘’That’s it, that’s it,’’ he grunted, heavy pants escaping his clenched jaw as he began bucking into your mouth. Your lips were swollen from the sheer force of his thrusts and you couldn’t help but gag as his cock invaded your velvet mouth. One hand gripped his thigh while the other clenched and clawed at the sheets as your whole body nearly shook from the force of his hips. You could feel your own arousal begin to wet your inner thighs.
Just as quickly as his hips moved, they stopped and his hands pulled you off of his manhood. You gasped, his precum thick and salty in your throat as you laid there like a fish out of water. The sounds of his groaning and heavy breathing sent jolts to your clit, sending your body into a fine frenzy.
‘’Ah!’’ you mewled when a thick finger slid through your folds, gathering up your slickness only to push it back into your tight pussy. His index and middle finger lazily scissored and thrusted into your tight canal. His free hand cradled the back of you neck as he hovered over you, the wet noises of his thrusting fingers into your tight hole was pure filth.
‘’All this from sucking me off, amor?’’ he teased as he pulled you to his chest, Massimo’s lips nipping at the sweet spot of your neck.
‘’M-Massimo,’’ you moaned, shaking in excitement. A kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then finally your lips.
‘’I know, love. I know,’’ his voice was like honey, and you became drunk on every word he spoke. It was like you were watching the two of you outside your body as you immediately laid on your back, legs spread and bent at the knee to reveal your intimacy to him. He resumed his place on top of you, your eyes analyzing the tattoos embedded in his skin.
One of his veiny hands gripped himself as he nudged your legs even further apart, using your wetness as lubricant. The thick head of his cock frequently tapped and prodded at your clit, teasing it. Massimo leaned down further, forehead pressed against yours as his free hand folded into your left one.
‘’I love you,’’ he whispered as he sunk into you.
The gasp that escaped your lips was in reaction to his confession as well as the way Massimo made you feel so full so instantly. Part of you wanted to pull away, the part of you that was afraid to be further involved in this sort of lifestyle. The part of you that knew what this man was capable of. The part that feared he was only trying to replace Laura.
However, the part of you that longed to stay with this man, both in life and physically connected to him, quickly silenced your fears. You gripped his hand with yours, throwing your head back and screaming his name as your tight walls wrapped around his thickness; welcoming him home.
‘’Mia regina, my queen,’’ he grunted as he began thrusting rapidly in and out of you. Your body jerked with his brutal movements.
‘’My king,’’ you gasped out, toes curling as he hit that sweet spot of yours.
Massimo grunted against your neck as you screamed and cried in utter pleasure. Angry red lines marked his back from your nails clinging onto him as he pistoned his hips against yours.
‘’Massimo, I can feel you stretching me,’’ you moaned, breasts bouncing as you felt his full balls slam against your swollen pussy lips. Massimo groaned in pleasure, gripping one of your breasts in his hand, pinching the nipple until you screamed as the other hand remained holding your own.
‘’Take it, amor, take everything,’’ he growled like a wolf in heat, thrusting madly into you.
‘’Massimo,’’ you whimpered, biting his shoulder as you clung to him for dear life, your walls becoming a vice as your orgasm was steadily approaching. You hadn’t thought it possible for Massimo to be more forceful with his thrusts, but the moment he felt you pulse around his cock he snarled into your neck and went in a series of deep, rapid thrusts. You cried out his name, tears of immense pleasure escaping your eyes as you threw your head deeper into his shoulder, creaming his entire length.
Massimo’s mouth flew open as he grunted, becoming lazy with his pace as he chased down his own relief. Your body bounced from under him as he thruster two, three, five times before filling your sore pussy and womb with his load. Thin coats of sweat adorned both of your bodies, his forehead pressed against yours as you caught your breath, twitching from the aftershocks of your powerful release. Without opening your eyes your lips met his in a post-sex kiss, the room was thick with the smell of you two. When you did open your eyes, you found Massimo already looking down at you. His eyes searched yours to make sure you weren’t in any pain. It made your heart clench as tears brimmed your eyes.
‘’I love you too.’’
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A/N : hi y’all, this is my first attempt to write massimo torricelli (michele morrone on 365days/ 365dni) headcanons. also english is not my first language so i’m sorry if it’s kinda messy :( hope you all like it!
warning: nsfw🤡
waking up next to him everyday is just a series of you finding his head resting on your chest OR your ass :)
he always wants to be the big spoon but sometimes it’s the other way around
always. playing. with. your. hair
calls you with cute nicknames such as “baby”, “honey”, “cutie”, “babygirl” (YEAH OFC) or sometimes naughty names like “princess”, “mami”, “mia principessa”
100% weak whenever he sees you wearing his black shirt with nothing but panties only
HIS ENERGY IN THE BED. IS ASTRONOMICAL
always keep you updated whenever he’s on business trips lol but really, he just misses you so much
the messages lowkey turns out to sexting
likes to slap yo ass out of nowhere like??? when you’re watching tv, cooking in the kitchen, sleeping, showering, even when reading a book???
massimo looks scary and intimidating af but he actually acts like kids when no one’s around
oh to see those beautiful smile everyday
SPOILING YOU WITH EXPENSIVE GIFTS, DRESSES, FLOWERS and sexy ass lingeries because why not....
SHOWER SEX
also lazy morning sex
loves to give and receive
and you get to see this face when he reached the heaven
usually being the one who drives when you guys having sex
but sometimes let you to take the role and do whatever you want to him
he really likes to see you on his top
also playing with your boobs A LOT
he can cook some Italian dishes AND IT’S REAL GOOD
is a big ass baby
and what i mean a baby is sometimes he likes to lay on your lap and buries his face to your tummy and working his way up to your boobs lol
having sex with him is rough (sometimes) but after that he always makes sure that you’re okay and not hurting
showers you with forehead kisses
this always happens: he accidentally ripped your expensive af lingerie
and buying you the new one next day
he likes to tease you both irl and on the bed, but immediately give in when you call him “daddy”
his energy got boosted when you moan so loud
“baby harder”
whispers into your ear OR a really loud dirty talk
DoN mAsSimO
actually (kinda) hates you wearing revealing clothes because the only person who can see those sexy curves and thicc ass is HIM
he likes to wash your hair lmao because he thinks that your hair is really pretty and magnificent
he really likes going out a lot around the world besides business trips
and don’t forget the private jet and the luxury boat lol
⚡️open for requests⚡️
lemme know if you want another scenarios! but i only accept headcanons at the moment, thankyou love🖤
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!
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"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"
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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"
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Part 3 Part 2 Part 1 Part 5
The summer breeze caressed (y/n)s bare arms and kissed her cheeks that were flushed due to the wine she had consumed. She looked at the garden smiling like only a drunk person could and raised her one leg so she could half sit at the marble of the balcony. Her feet were aching from the heels and she was kind of wobbly so she needed support. As she raised the glass of rose wine on her lips to take one more sip she felt a pair of eyes on her.
"Couldn't resist?"
"Didn't want to"
Massimo responded as he approached her. He didn't make his presence known from the beginning cause one thing he loved was to observe her, she looked like a picture out of a fairytale, her beautiful pastel pink dress combined with her hair down caressing the exposed skin on her as she was bathed in moonlight perfected the image of a princess.
She smiled at him, her eyes squinting together in that cute smile he loved but so rarely saw, he liked seeing her like this, happy, carefree. He took a seat on the balcony as well right in front of her.
"You're drunk"
"I've had more than I should but I'm not drunk"
Massimo nodded. She was slurring and her nose was red however he chose not to fight it, it was rare for her to look so…. Comfortable. He took her hand in his and just looked at her delicate fingers, her hand was so small compared to his, her touch was soft, warm, so different from his strong hold.
"Are you having fun piccolina?"
"I'm not small, I had to alter this dress in order to fit into it"
"I'm glad you are finally gaining some weight, I actually came out here cause I thought the wind was going to blow you off like a feather"
She giggled at his comment lightly. As she hummed to herself (y/n) leaned in and scouted closer to him so he could wrap her in his arms which Massimo immediately did. Her perfume engulfed him immediately, that sweet scent of jasmine and vanilla mixed with orange was causing him to think that this is what heaven smells like.
"How's your new girlfriend?"
"She's drunk and hugging me in the balcony"
"Smart but won't fool me"
(Y/n) and Massimo were complicated to say the least. Since they met they had each other at an iron grip but they were always playing with fire, they never let themselves fully burn.
"Piccolina they are girlfriends, you will be my wife"
"I hate when you say that"
She mumbled in annoyance before she pulled away from him and fully got up, tossing her hair on one side. Massimo looked at her puzzled, she was irritated at his comment but he was just being honest with her. Their situation wasn't the easiest, if something was ever to happen between them it had to be the end deal for both of them or else there would be a vendetta and that's the last thing on Massimo's mind
"Why are you playing games with me? Is this a way for our families to stay friends?"
"You insult me just by thinking like that, is that how low you think of me?"
"I- I don't know what I think of you Massimo"
She tried to walk away from him but Massimo grabbed her wrist, preventing her from exiting and leaving him alone. (Y/n) met his gaze as her eyebrows scrunched together.
"Don't leave me, I don't want us to fight"
(Y/n) sighed before opening her arms and wrapped them around his waist so she could get lost in his arms. Massimo kissed the top of her head and she raised her head, resting her chin on his chest.
"You know that if this happens it will be like releasing two tigers from their cage”
"It is so odd, every time I touch is like you are a wave that came to snuff my fire out”
"What if you leave me broken?"
She questioned him, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared at him with doe eyes, her lips barely open. He wanted to kiss her, rip that dashing dress off her and take her right on this balcony for everyone to see, for everyone to know she is his.
He resisted his animalistic urge to basically demolish her in an act of passion, sucking in his teeth hold himself back and ever so softly just left a small kiss at the nape of her neck, his lips tracing all the way up to her earlobe, making her heart flutter and her breath to get shallow, her eyes flatter close and for only a moment she could taste the sense of euphoria that only Massimo seemed to be able to tease out of her
“If I ever even cause a single scratch on you piccolina, I give you permission to ruin my life"
"Please Massimo don't make this harder than it already is"
She warned him with a hint of fear lingering on her tone, her hand going up to his chin to pull him away so she could stare at him right in the eye. Her hues were darker than before due to the lust that had taken over her, Massimo's fingers found her cheek and with his thumb he started to draw circles on her cold flesh, his skin felt like fire was licking her as their gaze softened simultaneously
"I feel like I'm burning"
“And I feel like I’m drowning, you are like water, powerful and an enigma, I am your fire”
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That was the last time they spoke. That was his last words before they heard someone come in and pulled away from one another and (y/n) ran away to go look for her dad.
That night played in her head for a long time before she managed to bury it deep inside her memories. After his rude intrusion to her bedroom that memory was brought to the fighting front of her brain, she slept for only a few hours since all her dreams were about him.
When everyone started to wake up and come down for breakfast they were met by (y/n) sitting down at the table of Massimo's garden with coffee in her hand.
"Good morning"
"Good morning gioia, I didn't except for you to be up so early"
Mario said as he went to leave a kiss at the top of her head. He always felt like she was the daughter he never had, seeing her flourish made him puff his chest with pride, her father was a fair, smart man and she filled his shoes with such force.
(Y/n) smiled at him before she fixed her big sunglasses as Mario sat next to her.
"I wanted to check something about our new employees, specifically the gardener"
"What about him?"
"Nothing in particular, I just didn't expect to have someone from Spain"
"(Y/n) don't lie to me"
"He's cute ok? Is that so bad?"
Mario laughed at (y/n)s little secret, earning a little smack at his upper arm from her.
"I'm sorry gioia, nothing is wrong, you are young and you work a lot. It's just so… stereotypical, the rich girl and the gardener"
"I must agree, I expected better from you"
Massimo said coldly. He had lingered in the back in order to listen to their honest conversation and when he realized what it was about he was furious, he had no right to be but that didn't stop him. (Y/n)s facial expression changed to match his and turned her head away from him and back to Mario
"You know what nonnino maybe Massimo's right, it would be better if I kidnapped a tourist and made him love me, genius"
She responded sarcastically with a smirk. Mario held back his laugh but didn't successfully hide his smile, Massimo looked at him and the older man went back to his poker face. Massimo just sat down on the opposite side of the table and served himself some water.
(y/n) on the other hand was boiling with rage, she couldn't get over the fact that he just barged in her room in order to swoon her and now he thought he had a say in her love life. The icing on the cake was his wedding ring shining under the hot Sicilian sun. She bit the inside of her cheek and decided she had had enough, she shot up from her chair and walked away without a word. He was so full of arrogance that it made her want to strangle him
Once she got inside the house her eyes went to the table that was sitting at the entrance. Last time there was not a vase with chrysanthemums on it. She kept looking at it, trying to remember if there was even a vase on it before, at that cue a girl walked in the room holding another case with once again… chrysanthemums on it.
"Excuse me, where are you taking those?"
"To your room miss"
"Why?"
"I-i umm the boss told me to, should I not?"
The girl asked timidly. She was scared, you could tell about the immediate hunch on her back and her stumbling over her words, it was at that point that (y/n)s tone might have been a bit aggressive.
"No no I was just checking, hey one last thing, you mean Massimo right?"
"Yes"
"Just making sure. Run along then"
The girl rushed away leaving (y/n) with mixed feelings. This man was unbelievable, chrysanthemums were (y/n)s birth month flower, she remember telling him that she also felt like they were so misunderstood because in many countries they symbolized death.
She shook her head and started to walk up the stairs when she heard someone dry coughing behind her, she looked back and saw Massimo standing where she stood with his hands behind her back. She hesitated at first, thinking about what was the correct way to respond so she decided to just roll her eyes at him and turn back around and on to her room
I think I should let you guys know that this is going to be a slow burn so get ready for a lot of parts. Enjoy!
Part one
Mario knew better than to listen to (y/n) and leave right away, he decided to let her take a breather and stayed at a hotel, waiting to see how she reacts after she thinks about it in a more calm manner.
(Y/n) on the other hand felt like she was sitting on hot stones, sleepless nights and headaches became a daily routine. She should turn her back on him, he wasn't there for her so why should she help him now? But what if something happened to him? She wouldn't be able to live with that, she didn't mind the blood on her hands but his blood spilled because of her pride would be something she would never be able to forget.
"Why are you even bothering with playing hard to get? We both know you will end up helping him"
Her brother said Gregor was never really interested in the details, he was there to recruit men and make sure everyone acted right, discipline and violence were his strongest points. One of his favorite things to do though was to annoy his little sister, of course she had "asked for his opinion" but really she was just hoping he wouldn't want to work with them.
(Y/n) didn't even bother to look at him, she just kept brushing her hair while she was sitting down in her chair in front of her vanity mirror.
"What makes you say that?"
"Cause it's Massimo we are talking about, if you were actually mad at him you would have killed him by now"
He was right about that, (y/n) was never the one that showed mercy, their father had taught them that respect is the biggest blessing and what Massimo had done to her and the family was something people killed over. She put her brush down and kept looking at herself in the mirror, trying to hang on to any type of anger she could find.
"He was out of line"
"He was, but wouldn't you feel so much better if you could rub it in his face?"
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"Marios back"
"Alone?"
"The crew did not report any other passenger"
The feeling that rushed through Massimo's body was confusing to say the least. He didn't have to see her, he got away with having to phase the elephant in the room but on the other side not only was he unprotected to future attacks, he secretly hoped that after all these years they would meet again.
"Alright"
He simply said and walked away from the living room and headed to the front of the house in order to properly greet his confidant,if he was being honest he didn't just want to welcome Mario back, he wanted to ask about her, make sure she is…. Ok.
What caught him by surprise is that it wasn't just one car that pulled up, it was three. Massimo's eyebrows furrowed in curiosity but chose to wait and see what this was all about. Mario got out of the first car, however he did not walk up to Massimo, he rushed to the third car and opened the door of the black Audi.
For the first time in years Massimo froze, he felt his jaw tighten at the sight of the woman that got out of that car.
(Y/n) took Marios open hand and got out of the car, she had caught up to him at the last minute but insisted she went with her own airplane and to not let Massimo know she was arriving. Her big designer sunglasses were covering half of her face and her hair was down, it was planned since she wanted some kind of protection when it came to her facial expressions.
"Thank you nonino"
She whispered to him with a smile. Mario smiled back and linked his arm with hers as the bodyguards ran around picking up luggage and driving the cars to their parking spots.
(Y/n) felt like throwing up, she was grateful Mario was not holding her hand cause she felt like the circulation of blood had stopped and now her fingers were ice cubes, as she walked up the steps she could see Massimo's hesitation which brought her some type of comfort. He was nervous,maybe more nervous than her
"Massimo look who decided to come along"
Mario joked in order to break the ice, unsuccessfully due to the fact that the tension between them was so intense that you could cut it with a knife. As they reached the top of the stairs (y/n) stood proud and tall, she would usually take off her sunglasses and greet the person with a handshake yet this time she flipped her hair back and her hands to herself. Massimo wanted to hug her, tell her how much he missed her and ask her how she is doing, greet her like he used to back in the day, before he betrayed her.
She looked the same but also different, last time he saw her she was just starting to take her first steps to womanhood, her face was usually round but now you could see her cheekbones a little bit more, she didn't have that pureness of a young girl, she was a woman and it suited her so well, (y/n) was always pretty but now she had the air of luxury, an aura that remained so untouched and unattainable.
"It's always a pleasure to have you here"
"I wish I could say the same, I'm only here because my father taught me to always help a fr- someone in need"
She did that on purpose, she wanted to let him know that she was upset, she was sharpening her knives while on the plane, seeing him fidget was such sweet revenge but she wanted more.
Massimo smirked bitterly, it wasn't her remarks that stung, (y/n) always had something to say and knew how to get under anyone's skin, it was her demeanor that made him feel uneasy. (Y/n) always smiled at him, hugged him and placed her hands on his face to observe him, now she was as cold as ice and treated him like an enemy. That's what sat with him.
"I think we should show (y/n) her room"
"Yes, right after you show me the office, I want to go through every transaction that happened 5 days before your…. Wife's accident"
(Y/n)'s mouth felt like someone forced her to swallow a spoonful of vinegar, she hid it pretty well though for anyone that didn't know her, which in this case Massimo and Mario saw right through it. It didn't make Massimo feel any better though, quite the opposite actually it caused him to become even more upset with himself.
Here she was, offering a helping hand even though he missed so many important events in her life, he thought and acted selfishly for so long and now she stood graciously next to him.
"Gioia we can assure you that we have looked through everything"
(Y/n) passed her designer bag to Mario and readjusted the fit of her white button up dress shirt that was neatly tucked into her well tailored pants before she dismissed the two men and started to walk past them and of course they followed her.
"And yet you still get attacked, so there's someone in this house that knows your every move and my guess is that they get paid really well to run their mouths to your enemy. I assume the office is where it always was, in the meantime all the staff are fired, maids, butlers, drivers and chefs."
"That's ridiculous you can't do that"
Massimo finally spoke up, he was sure that (y/n) knew what she was doing, her moves were always calculated, but this was her just stepping on his toes, she couldn't just barge in and demand for everyone to just be replaced.
(Y/n) stopped walking and smirked to herself "finally! A challenge" he had stayed silent for far too long for her liking, now she could finally show him what she is really made of. She turned around and took two steps to stand right in front of him, she took off her sunglasses and he felt trapped in her gaze. Those eyes were always so captivating, hypnotic almost like the perfect drug for him.
"You failed to protect everyone in this house, they knew the route your driver took, they knew where you would be for lunch, they knew you would be at that vineyard, next thing you know they poison you, even if the staff was not the one that did it, they are not safe so you owe them as much as to put them out of their misery. Do I make myself clear?"
(Y/n) was spitting venom, her expression was harsh and her tone was dismissive, if anyone else talked to Massimo like that they would have never been able to finish their rant since he would have planted a bullet between their eyes.
She stood there, unharmed, staring right into his eyes that made her swoon and giggle when she was young, she could still feel that summer night breeze that caressed her skin the last time they spoke.
Massimo curled his hands into fists, his breathing got heavier and his nostrils widened making it clear how angry he was getting.
"Mario, let the staff know. I want new staff by the end of this day"
And with that he walked away, almost ran away from her in a desperate attempt to control his temper and to help himself so he could comprehend that (y/n) was going to walk around his house, lay on one of his beds, eat breakfast at his tables. She was going to be so close to him, yet so far
