mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. (18+ only, please) parental death, guns, violence, LOTS OF ANGST. blood, reader going into shock. Chris doin’ some killing.
A/N: This series is like ripping my heart into shreds
ALSO, major S/O again to @tis-thedamn-season and @blizzspeaks like i seriously don’t know what I would do without you guys
Italian and Italian translation in italics. DISCLAIMER: I do not speak italian nor am i italian. If there is something incorrect, please tell me so I can make the proper corrections!!! Thank you to @chaelle for helping me with the translations :)
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It was early. Entirely too early for his phone to be ringing, but still, it did. Chris took a deep breath, careful not to wake you and rolled over to grab his phone from it’s charger, “Yeah?”
Seb’s voice came through the other end, “Hey, so, I’ve been keeping tabs on Y/N’s mother like you asked and… I think something’s happening.”
Chris glanced over at you, before climbing out of bed and walking gingerly to the bathroom, closing the door quietly, “What’s going on?”
“I’m not… really that sure. But he’s been acting weird. Real flighty, jumpy.”
His hand scrubbed down his face, trying to will himself awake, “Alright,” he sighed, “can you tail?”
“I can if you need me to, I’ve got that… thing with Russo today.”
Chris had ordered everyone to be as vague as possible over the phones. Mafia business was tough and he couldn’t risk being tapped or exposed over a burner cell. Local cops weren’t an issue, but the FBI wasn’t as easy to bribe. Neither was ATF.
“Right. Uh– I’ll call Romano. Take care of everything with Russo, I’ll talk to you later,” Chris hung up before Seb got the chance to respond, immediately dialing Romano and putting him on the tail of your father.
This man was not to be trusted. At all. He’s always been sleazy and conniving, but he almost never let it show. If he was visibly jumpy to Seb, something was off.
