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masterlist: guarded

you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you.  now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

Chapter One: Fan Mail

Chapter Two: I’m Screwed

Chapter Three: Exotic Pets

Chapter Four: Cham-pain

Chapter Five: Italian Leather Gloves

Chapter Six: No One But You

Chapter Seven: Epilogue

part two: guilty | knj x reader

masterlist: greedy | myg x reader

being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

Chapter One: You Like Milkshakes?

Chapter Two: Church Lady Tights

Chapter Three: Toothpaste & Coffee

Chapter Four: Every Sin In The Book

Chapter Five: Do We Look Like Recruiters To You?

Chapter Six: The Last Exit Sign

Epilogue: Bases Loaded

part one: guarded | jhs x reader

part two: guilty | knj x reader

masterlist: guilty | knj x reader

as the man at the top, kim namjoon has almost everything he wants. almost. could a familiar face from the past change his future?

Chapter One: How Odd

Chapter Two: Incheon Mall Tube Tops

Final Chapter: Is Something Burning?

Epilogue: Better Than Okay

part one: guarded | jhs x reader

guilty | knj x reader | chapter one: how odd

summary: as the man at the top, kim namjoon has almost everything he wants. almost. could a familiar face from the past change his future?

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 2.8K

notes: you guys have been so amazing with your feedback on “guarded” and it warms my heart that you loved hoseok and ms. kim – so it’s time to show mr. kim some love, too.  this series will not be long (probably three parts) but i had to break it into chapters because of the POV shifts. please let me know what you think about this chapter and as usual thank you so much to all the tiger wives and my amazing betas @ladyartemesia​ and @hobi-gif​.

this series is dedicated to the amazing @sahmfanficbts​ who is an incredible writer, an awesome woman, and kim namjoon’s number one fan.

this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | Epilogue

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“You fired me?”

Namjoon turns at the sound of the quiet accusation that comes from over his shoulder.  

There is color in your cheeks as you cross the length of his office.  Your jaw is tight, one lock of hair falling free from the loose knot at the base of your neck. One perfectly-arched brow is raised high.

You look hurt.

Beautiful – but hurt.

Guilt hits Namjoon like a freight train.

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Beidou - Mafia AU sketch

Beidou as Consiglieri ~ - Killing first, commemorate later - Stupid credo - I'll hit you in the eye with this bottle cap right now ~ - I swear, I will leave this woman penniless!

Hi there, I'm working on a Beetlejuice fanfiction that I've been thinking about for a while and writing a bit here and there. It's something I'm writing mostly for myself. But if other people like it too that's great💕

It's a FemReader x Beetlejuice Mafia AU based on the Beetlejuice from the movie. It's a longer story that I'm trying to work out properly and not rush. So far I've written almost 2 chapters and worked out some details. It's gonna contain smut and sexual content too.

I'll probably start posting about it soon when I feel like the story is starting to take a better shape. I also have a previous shorter fiction with a nun & priest sort of thing that I also could post at some point.

Hope you'll be interested in reading any of it once it get around to posting it🤍

A quick turn of events, part 1.

Beetlejuice x FemReader Mafia AU

Eventuall smut starts in part 2.

Possible TW: smoking, alcohol

-> part 2

The Don

A thin layer of smoke floats in a dimly lit room. The soft sounds of a fireplace crackling and dying out. A dark wooden desk is overflowing with papers and stacks of money. There's a glas of whiskey. Still cold. A ball of ice floating slowly around. Making a soft clink when it hits the glass. A full ashtray with a half smoked cigar resting on the edge. Smoke rising from the tip.

As the fireplace let's out it's last big crack from the burnt wood a chair creaks. In the darkness behind the desk it slowly turns around. Facing the door. A hand reaches out from the shadows. Elegantly picking up the cigar and lifting it up to the owners lips. Then it picks up the glas and swirls the whiskey around. The ball of ice clinking around in the glas. A low and raspy voice mutters into the silent room.

"I feel like the club could use a checkup today."

Sweeping the floor of a local store, Y/n couldn't wait to finish her shift. It was Friday. The end of the first week at her new job. She had been invited to go out together with some of her colleagues. And she was excited about it. She'd get to know them more than just at work. Y/n had moved across the country for a fresh start. So she felt happy that her colleagues wanted to invite her. It made her feel more included in her job and around them. Made her confident with her new start.

After closing up shop and saying goodbye to the others working the closing shift she walked home. It wasn't a long walk. Probably a five minute walk or so. Y/n spent the afternoon getting ready. Taking a shower to wash away work and feel fresh. She rested and ate some food while her hair was drying. Taking her time to doll up a little and listening to her favourite songs.

Before leaving she checked her outfit in the mirror. She had put one of her black dresses on. One that she liked and felt at least at bit pretty wearing. She put on her high heeled boots that somehow matched with the dress. Her hair was free and wild, it felt good. She had put on her favourite pair of silver hoop earrings and some mascara. A simple but pretty necklace to match the earrings. She actually felt pretty cool. Posing and being silly in front of the mirror before she left. Smiling while leaving her apartment.

She met her colleagues just down the street. Waving and saying hi as she approached them. She felt curious about the place they were going. A local nightclub. Y/n had never been in a place like that before. It was exciting. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she walked together with her colleagues. They assured her that this place was amazing and that she would love it. Telling her about all the different drinks. The music. The decor of the place. Mentioning that some local hotties usually went there too. Maybe she could have some fun with an attractive guy tonight. As they got closer Y/n could hear the low beat of the music. The entrance looked spectacular. Almost like an old timey cinema but way more class. The inside kept it vintage and classy but still feeling like a nightclub. She was in awe. Here eyes not knowing where to look first.

Her colleagues lead her to the bar. They started ordering drinks of all sizes and colours. Once Y/n got her drink she started looking around herself just taking in the scenery of the club. She sipped at a bright green drink that tasted like a sweet delicious apple as she looked around. It looked so elegant while keeping the club and nightlife wild. It was full of black, green and gold. Purple neon lights tastefully placed. Sitting booths had dim orange lighting. The whole place felt so eccentric and perfectly balanced. People where dancing, lounging and having fun. It even had a VIP lounge too. Not that it seemed to really be used right now. She thought it was empty at first glance. Looking back at it she could she teh outline of man leaning on the railing. She looked away. Was his eyes glowing? No. That's just silly. It was probably just the glow of his cigarette. Yes. That must have been it.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder she jumped slightly and turned around. Her heartbeat skyrocketed for a second. She turned to see one of her colleagues smiling and laughing. Y/n let put a relived breath and a laugh.

"Didn't mean to scare you, but I wanted to ask what you think so far?"

Y/n started smiling again as she answered.

"Oh, it's great. This place looks so cool. I couldn't even have imagined a more impressive place."

Giving an honest answer. She turned slightly to look up at the lounge again. The man was gone now. Only smoke seemed to flow gently from the lounge. Who was that guy. Was it even a guy in the first place? And why did she feel so curious. Something about it felt so mysterious. Her colleague looked up at the lounge too now. Cocking an eyebrow. They looked back at Y/n before they spoke out.

"It's probably just the Don. He owns the place. Rarely visits though. Heh, maybe someone will have a lucky night today."

She looked at her colleague. Giving her a slight look of confusion. Not understanding what was so lucky about the Don visiting his own club. He didn't even seem to wanna be around other people at all. How odd.

"Lucky night? How?"

Y/n asked and took a sip from her drink. Interested in what they meant. How could it be any different than any other night. It didn't seem like he did to much out of being there. Her colleague put her drink on a tall lounge table they stod close to.

"Okay, so here's the juicy story of how this could be a lucky night. That man up there is a single, powerful and handsome dude. And.. He usually picks out a gal maybe even a few later in the night to spoil while he's at the club. So if anyone has some luck maybe he'll pick one or more of us to join him later. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

Y/n looked back up at the lounge. A bit lost in thought. Not really sure if it was something to be excited about or just ignore it all together. She shifted her view and looked into her drink.

"Yeah.."

Her colleague slightly bumps her shoulder and giggles.

"Come on, let's join the others and have some fun. Really let loose tonight."

Smiling and nodding Y/n finishes her drink. Puts the glass down on the table and joins her colleagues on the dance floor. They dance and joke together. Having a blast and forgetting the rest of the world for a while. They even play some billiard and shuffle board. Her colleagues try flirting with some hot people. Some end up leaving with their catch of the night. Y/n didn't really find anyone interesting. She still had the curious thought of the Mafia boss in the back of her mind. It was intriguing. Getting back to the bar Y/n orders a drink that sounds interesting. She chats with one of her colleagues. Feeling happy and content with her night.

That's when she feels a tap on her shoulder. Huh? She turned to look at who tapped her shoulder. She froze up a little . Even other people around started slightly. A tall and pale man looked down at her with a serious face. He looked almost like a ghost. He wore a beautiful dark blue suit with silver accessories. His dark hair was slicked back. His right ear had a rift in it. Hands behind his back. A raspy yet soft and dark voice spoke out. Was this the Don your colleague spoke about. He looked so intimidating and handsome.

"Follow me."

Y/n blinks a few times. What? What's happening now. She looked to her colleagues in confusion. Then back at the man. They where just as shocked as her. This surely had to be a mistake.

"Me? Are you sure?"

The man just looked down at her with the same serious face. Not angry or annoyed. He just looked calm as he answered.

"Yes, boss asked for you spesifically."

Y/n turned to her colleagues. One of them whispered and shooed her to follow him. Smiling at her.

"The Don obviously picked you. Come on. Go. Enjoy it."

The man turned and started walking towards the stairway of the VIP lounge. Y/n quickly followed. She smiled and waved goodbye to her colleagues. Questions passed through her head on the way up to. Who was the Don if this wasn't him? What could he possibly want with her? Was she dreaming? How is she the one to be picked. She wasn't even the prettiest girl in the club. Was he really sure she was the right girl? She didn't even have time to ask before he stopped. He opened a black door leading into the lounge stepping aside to let her in first. She softly thanked him and nervously went in. The tall man closed the door behind him and stood guarding next to it. The beat of the music still going but sounding a lot lower. Not knowing what to expect she looked around. Curious of what was going on. Only thinking of being respectful. Better to be safe than sorry, right.

Y/n looked around in the dark room. It looked empty. Except for the glass of whisky on the table. A black couch stretching along the wall on her right. She felt so confused. How was it empty? Then she noticed the outline of a man sitting on the couch. Fear started creeping into her. Her breath quivered a bit.

"No need to be scared darling."

A voice chuckled from the shadows. A click and he lit a cigarette. The soft glow lit up the mans face for a few seconds. He had a smirk on his face. The shimmer of a gold tooth peaked out in his smirk. A devilish glint in his eyes. Y/n heard the burning from the cigarette. Smoke seeped out in the room from where he sat. He slowly raised from his seat. He snapped his fingers and the room lit up a bit. Still dim but she could at least see better. She could see him now. And he was an impressing looking man. Dangerously handsome. His eyes looked dark as if there was a shadow around them. Almost ghostly. He wore a dark green pinstripe suit complete with a black shirt. A black tie and matching pocket square. He had several gold rings matching his gold tooth. His hair was slicked back and green towards the tips. Just the view of him sent a good feeling up her spine. But how did he do that? Maybe the other guy turned up the lights. The man slowly made his way over to Y/n. He gently placed the cigarette between his lips. His dark eyes studying her. She felt awkward standing there. Not knowing where to place her hands. Not knowing where to look. He walked up to her. He stopped right next to her facing the door and the taller man.

"Antonio, be a gent and get her something to drink would you. Anything she wants."

He turned around. Blowing out another puff of smoke. He never touched the cigarette after having placed it between his lips. It was surprisingly attractive to watch. He never even had the need to take it out to speak. He was waiting for Antonio as he apparently was called. Antonio took a step closer to them.

"Want do you want miss?"

Y/n panicked. What drink did she remember. She didn't really remember any except one.

"Uh..a blue lagoon, thank you."

She felt so out of place. Not wanting to upset any of them. Most of all the Don. He put an arm out and gestured to the couch. Letting her go first and sit down. He sits down next to her, but still keeping a short distance to not make her to uncomfortable. Taking the cigarette and holding it between his index and middle finger. Soflty scratching his chin with the same hand. His dark raspy voice breaking through the low beat of the music down stairs.

"So, I have this proposition for you."

A quick turn of events, Part 2.

FemReader X Beetlejuice Mafia AU

Possible TW: smoking, alcohol, sexual interactions

Part 1 <-

-> Part 3

A proposition

The Don picked up his glass from the table. Taking a sip. He is calm and relaxed. His movements are elegant. Y/n shifts in her seat. A bit taken back at his offer. A proposition? What kind of proportion would he ever want to give her? She looked down at her hands that awkwardly laid in her lap. Picking up the courage to ask.

"What kind of proposition?"

She looked over at him. Feeling a bit uneasy for asking. He didn't make her feel uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, she actually felt an odd sense of security. He smiled and put his glas down. He broke the eyecontact as he stod up and slowly made his way towards the railing to look down at the crowd. One hand in his pant pocket. The other hand holding the cigarette. He snubbed it out on the railing and flicked it out into the club. He didn't care if it hit someone on it's way down. He's done much worse that fling a cigarette at someone. He had much bigger things to worry about than that. Not that it even matters.

"I watched you tonight. You are.."

He paused for a second. His mind working like a fine tuned machinery.

"..different."

He watched the crowd beneath. The way it moved and pulsed. How people acted. They where like ants to him. The reflection of the light dancing in his eyes. He turned around and leaned on the railing. He seemed serious but gave Y/n a smirk.

"So my proposition to you is to come with me. Stay with me. Let me care for you. Your needs. Your want. Your desires. You'll have time to adjust of course. All I ask is for you to be mine."

His tone was stern yet charming. He grinned. His gold tooth showing. The offer didn't seem threatening. It felt.. honest. Y/n felt the warmth in her cheeks at his words. A slight blush would have been visible in better lighting. But she was still left with confusion. Her mind started spinning. Not feeling like she was worth for anything like that. Why her of all people? She needed to process it. Think about what he offered. It was tempting. The apartment wasn't really much to brag about if she was honest. She like her colleagues, but not having to work sounded nice. And he was a really handsome man. Like devilishly handsome. Attractive in a whole new way she couldn't begin to explain. And he had been kind towards her so far. Not posing any kind of threat or violence. He observed her as she thought about his offer.

"So if I say yes I don't have to stay in my apartment, I don't need to work. I can still have some time to myself and go out. I just have to live with you and be yours?"

Y/n looked at him. Slightly nervous but more calm than earlier. She actually started to like the idea of his proposition. She waited for an answer. He nodded, smiling. Lighting a new cigarette and taking a drag. He let the smoke slowly out of his mouth. It slithered up. Smooth motions across his face before it disappeared up into the air. It looked so impressive, made him seen almost like a demon. In a very attractive way. He gently walked towards Y/n. Stopping a few steps in front of her. Looking down.

"All you have to do is say yes."

Y/n looked down at her lap. Looking for anything to hold her sight still on. She really wanted to say yes. But she couldn't get her words out. They where stuck in her throat. It felt so unreal. It all happened so fast. She had just been down with her colleagues. After her first week in a new job. In a new city. And now she's sitting here. In front of a mafia boss who wants her to himself. She tried wagering the positives and negatives. She was lost in thought. So lost that she didn't even notice him gently squatting down in front of her. A calm observing face. He gave her the time she needed. He took her hands and held them in his own. Careful. Comforting. Patient. She looked at him, soflty nodding. Her mind was made up. She managed to whisper out a single word.

"Yes."

It was as if his face lit up. A big grin spreading across his face. His eyes almost sparkling with joy. Both turned their heads as the door opened. It was Antonio coming back. One hand behind his back and the other holding the drink. The Don stod up with his arms out to his sides.

"Ah there you are Antonio! Great timing. Get over here with that glas this deserves a celebration."

He grinned as Antonio came closer. Blowing out a cloud of smoke. Antonio smiled softly.

"Congratulations boss."

He nodded towards the Don as he leaned down and handed Y/n her drink. He gave her a kind and knowing smile.

"Here you go miss. You won't regret your decision."

Antonio almost whispered the last part. He gave Y/n a quick wink that made her blush slightly. She hadn't noticed how similar they both looked. They had their differences of course. Antonio was a bit taller and looked a bit bulkier than his boss. Both had their own colour scheme. She put her glas up to her mouth as Antonio moved away. The Don placed a hand on Antonios shoulder and walked him over to the railings. Y/n could see them talking, but couldn't hear any of it. It was like watching a movie scene with only music in the background. She couldn't hear them at all. They where probably whispering. There couldn't be any other explanation. They where smiling. The Don smirked at Antonio and patted his shoulder. Then Antonio politely left. The Don then turned to Y/n with a broad grin. He walked forward and put a hand out for her to grab and stand up. She put her glas down before she put her hand in his and rose from her seat. He gently placed a kiss on her hand.

"Forgive my manners and let me introduce myself properly. My name is Lorenzo B. Geuse, but you can call me anything you like dear. May I ask what your name is doll?"

He had a seductive smile. His dark eyes looking at her. She could see how a desire grew in his eyes every second. Like he held something back. Waiting. Her cheeks where blushed. A shy smile grew on her face.

"My name is Y/n Y/L/n."

He grinned and softly put a hand on her cheek. His hand felt cold, but it quickly warmed up on her cheek. Odd but she didn't think any of it. He softly stroked his thumb up and down her cheek. Admiring her. She looked at him again. He was so close to her now. She could feel a warmth building inside. The tension in the air. Their eyes locked at each other. He didn't do anything to rush her. He waited for her invitation. When she leaned in for a kiss he got his permission. He kissed her back like he had longed for it. He put his arms on her back and held her closer. She melted into it and put her arms around his neck. It felt so good. Like she was free and whole. She hadn't noticed how she missed feeling wanted. Needed. Panting has they broke apart. They looked at each other with heavy eyelids. He started kissing down her neck. Feeling his way down with his lips. Finding every sweet spot that made her arch and moan softly. He turned her around, hands on her hips, pulling her close to him. She could feel him growing hard against her ass. He continued to explore her neck. His breath heavy on her. She leaned her head back on his shoulder. Panting lightly. She hadn't felt like this in a long time. It felt incredible. He sucked down on her neck leaving a few hickeys to mark her. She was his. Pulling away he pressed a kiss to her temple. His gravely voice pulling her back to consciousness.

"You're perfect doll face.."

He slowly moved his hand down from her hip, stopping at her thigh. Softly squeezing it. He could hear her uneven breathing. Smirking to himself. His fingers delicately curled to pull her dress up, revealing her black lace panties. He moved his hand to her crotch. Her breath hitched at his movements. His fingers gently stroked and pressed into the moist fabric. She never even noticed how wet she had become. How close she was to realise already from the tension alone. He gently rubbed circles in the area her clit was to give her the friction she needed. He observed her every response. Every reaction she had from his touch. As her breath became heavier and small moans formed he started kissing along her neck again. Using his tounge, lips and teeth. Her body started to tense up. He grinned into her neck and continued his work. She became louder as she was close. Her moans was like a sweet dessert to him. As she came her body froze up and she could feel the pulsating inside. He held her close and slowly stopped rubbing. A small whimper was the last sound she managed to make. As she relaxed he kissed her temple again. He picked her up bridal style, letting her rest against his chest. She felt so tired and happy. His voice was the last thing she heard before letting sleep take over.

"Let's get you home darling."

A quick turn of events, Part 3

FemReader X Beetlejuice Mafia AU

Tw: Alcohol, Sexual acts and mentions

Part 2 <-

A new home

Lorenzo stands next to a king-sized bed. Watching Y/n as she sleeps peacefully. He doesn't want to wake her up. Not when she looks so comfortable. It's still early and she could use some rest. He admires how pretty she looks when she's asleep. He let's out a relaxed sigh before he leaves. Walking out of the room he softly closes the door. He puts his hands in the pockets of his dark green lounging robe made of silk. With a swift motion of his arm a cigar appeared in his hand. Already lit and ready. He made his way through the hallway and downstairs to the kitchen. There he spent the morning relaxing. He read the newspaper and drank his coffee. He didn't have to rush to get things done this day. It was pleasant to have a peaceful morning like this. He never admitted how much he actually enjoyed simple things.

Y/n feel so snug and cozy. She felt so comfortable sleeping in during weekends. And she had just had this magnificent dream. It was unlike anything she could imagine. And it was so sensual too. That's when she started to notice something felt different. This didn't feel like her duvet, or her bed at all. Her eyes shot open and looked around. This was not her bedroom. She sat up, examining the room. It was big and luxurious. Like an old victorian manor, draped in gorgeous dark details. She still had her outfit from last night on. None of it has been a dream. It was real. She couldn't believe that it was real. She pinched her arm just to make sure. When she slipped out of the bed to look around the room she saw her boots where neatly placed next to the door. There where also a couple boxes with her name written on them. Opening them and looking inside she saw all of her stuff. All the things she owned and had in her apartment. They had taken care of it all for her. She was shocked that it had happened so quick. She was speechless. Wandering further she discovered a bathroom. It was gorgeous. Big mirrors with intricate golden frames. Beautiful counters. A big vintage tub with beautiful legs. She felt like a princess in a Disney movie. Looking trough another door in the bedroom she found a walk-in closet. It had lots of different clothes, including the ones that she already owned. Had all this happened in one night? This guy worked fast. It was unbelievable. After having looked around a while she wanted to change clothes.

She was quick to change into a pair of her favourite sweatpants and a hoodie. It felt more comfortable than walking around in the dress. After she had changed clothes she ventured out of the room. The hallway was dimly lit and silent. The walls was coverd in all kinds of dark paintings and art. A gothic victoran look just like the bedroom had. She loved the way it looked. The beauty in darkness was so overlooked in today's society and this felt like a fresh breath. Walking along she admired it all. She walked down a dark wooden stair and found her way to the kitchen. She peaked her head carefully in to get a look. She silently walked in and noticed Lorenzo. He was sitting in a chair in the kitchen nook just as he had written in the note. He was reading a local newspaper it seemed like. He had one leg resting over the other. His robe revealed his chest a bit. His hair was chaotic, like he had been electrocuted. His skin looked paler and like he had darker rings around his eyes. She didn't remember seeing that in the club. Maybe it was the difference in lighting that did it. She didn't mind it, he still looked great. But it made her blush slightly seeing him like this instead of in a suit. He didn't even need look up to know she was there. He felt her presence in the room. Nobody could see it on him, but it made him happy. His voice broke the silence in the room.

"Morning doll, slept well I hope. Would you like some breakfast?"

He folded together the newspaper and tossed it onto the table next to him. Looking at Y/n he smirked slightly at her being awake and well rested. She looked so cute in the cozy clothes she had put on. His mind wanted him to get under those clothes and get a better look at what was hiding underneath. Getting to know how she really felt. How she tasted. To learn about her desires. But that would have to wait for now. He had to make sure she felt at home first. Let her know she was safe. Y/n looked around the kitchen a bit as she took a few more steps into the room. She hoped up and sat on the kitchen counter. Dangling her feet a little. She looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah, that would be nice. I do feel a bit hungry."

She felt a bit shy still, but gave him a smile nonetheless. Her stomach rumbled exposing how hungry she really was. Lorenzo smirked and rested his head on his hand. The rumbling of her stomach made her blush so much. It was adorable to see how embarrassed she got by such a small thing. She looked away to not feel so exposed. Lorenzo yelled out a name and waited.

"Dominic!"

Through the kitchen door another man walked in. He looked like Lorenzo too, just like Antonio did. But Dominic was about the same hight as Lorenzo and looked a bit chubbier and bulky. He also had his own colour, red. His left eyebrow had a big scar going through it. It didn't look like he was much of an accessory guy, but he had one goldring on his right hand. He had a soft and content expression on his face. He looked at Y/n and smiled before he turned to Lorenzo.

"Boss?"

"Dominic, would you be so kind and make Y/n something good to eat. She's very hungry."

Lorenzo emphasised the word very. He grinned, then he looked over at Y/n. She was looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. She felt a bit embarrassed. Dominic nodded and turned around. He walked up to Y/n with a kind and curious expression. She looked at him feeling a bit nervous. He didn't have proper language skills, but managed to get his point across.

"What..uh food you want?"

He seemed confident with his question. Lorenzo picked his newspaper up again and continued reading. He didn't seem bothered at all. He actually looked quite happy to Y/n. Despite how emotionless others would have thought he was. Not that he looked like one to admit his own happiness to others either. She smiled to Dominic. His struggle with words didn't bother her. She smiled at him. He gave her a comfortable feeling of kindness. That's what matters. She thought for a second putting one hand on her chin. What did she want? It was a good question. She eventually made up her mind and told Dominic. He simply smiled and nodded. He was quick to start and worked so efficiently. His skill and passion really showed as he made the food. It looked so effortless. Y/n was amazed at his work. It was exciting to watch him. She waited patently and took a seat at the kitchen table. Lorenzo occasionally peeked at Y/n without her noticing. When Dominic was done he elegantly served Y/n her food. He sat down the plate and a glas of juice. It looked so delicious. She looked up at him with a big smile before she dug in.

"Thank you Dominic, it looks amazing."

He smiled and gave a shy nod. She could swear she saw him slightly blush as he turned to go clean up. It honestly made him feel so happy to have someone new be so kind. Dominic thought she was adorable. Y/n quickly started eating and it tasted like heaven. She hadn't tasted anything like it before. It was like it melted on her tounge. The flavour was perfect. Dominic had an incredible talent. When she finished she felt so perfectly full. Not to much and not to little. Just perfect. She wanted to thank him properly, but he had already left. Lorenzo noticed that she was looking for Dominic.

"Don't worry, he knows already."

Y/n looked at him with a slightly confused expression. That was nice to know at least. She didn't want to seem ungrateful. It was honestly the best breakfast she had ever had in her life. Lorenzo put down his newspaper and stod up. He offered his arm to her. Y/n took it and stod up with him. She followed his lead and held onto his arm as they walked out of the kitchen. She felt so safe holding onto him. She didn't expect to feel this way so quick. He lead her to the living room. A beautiful and quiet room. It had a big fireplace with a portrait of Lorenzo above it in the centre. A beautiful oil painting. He looked so handsome, just like he is. In the room there was a gorgeous couch and two chairs made of dark red leather. They where placed around a dark wooden table in front of the fireplace. Lorenzo let go of Y/n and walked up to a bartable in the corner. He poured himself a glas of whiskey. He turned around to watch her as she looked around the room. He had a kind yet serious look on him.

"I'll let you have time to explore the house and feel more at home today. I have some work to take care of. I'm not leaving the house incase you should need me. You have access to everything in this house of course, except for my office. Understood?"

Y/n nodded. She understood.

"Then I'll let you get to it dollface. Enjoy your evening."

He walked up to her and put a hand to her cheek. He placed a soft kiss to her forehead before he left her alone. It was such a sweet act of him. Made her feel safer being in this big house. She spent a couple minutes in the living room before she wanted to find more stuff to explore. Leaving she found a dining room, a big library, a bathroom, and a door that she obviously figured was to Lorenzo's office. As she walked towards the stairs she passed by the kitchen. The house was silent and empty. Walking up the stairs she felt curious. She hoped to find something interesting. Maybe she'd meet Dominic or Antonio during her exploration. She walked down the hallway and past the door where the bedroom was. She found four other bedrooms. Each with their own colour scheme. She figured two of them belongs to Antonio and Dominic at least. One was definitely Lorenzo's. But the fourth purple one was unknown to her. Who's room could it be? She wondered if there was someone else she hadn't met yet.

Moving on she found another smaller living room. The fireplace in there wasn't lit. The lighting was soft. That's when she noticed someone sitting in a chair. They where sat faced away from the entrance of the room. She could only see the slight movement to their body. As she got closer she could hear their breathing was heavy. It was a man dressed in elegant purple clothes. It was probably his room she saw earlier. She got closer and wanted to ask him. Then she recognised his movements. What he was doing. She gasped. Her faced turned red and she froze in her track. He was jerking off. She figured that he probably didn't expect anyone to come into this room. As she was about to turn around his head fell back and his heavy eyes locked with hers. He grinned at her. She felt so embarrassed to have walked in on him. He didn't look like it bothered him at all. In fact he seemed to enjoy that she caught him in the act. He didn't stop. His motion only keeping a steady pace. She couldn't tear her eyes away. He kept jerking as he softly spoke.

"Ya like the show sugar?"

He chuckled as she quickly walked backwards and out of the room. Y/n felt her heart race and had to lean back onto a wall in the hallway. What just happened? It was surprisingly exciting when she got time to process what she just saw. It was actually quite interesting. She couldn't stop replaying it in her mind. He also looked awfully at lot like Lorenzo. Which only made it feel more intense somehow. He was just leaner and had green eyes unlike any of the others. She shook her head and continued her exploring. The scenario was still in the back of her mind, but it was quickly exchanged when she discovered the winter garden. Since she was on the second floor she had to go down a twisted metal staircase. It was a beautiful garden full of different flowers, trees and bushes. She walked around and looked at everything. There was butterflies, bees and even a fishpond. It was so serene there. She was so busy looking that she didn't even notice herself bumping into Antonio.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you like that."

She got stressed and didn't want to upset Antonio. He just chuckled at her thinking she was cute. She looked awkwardly up at him. His smile was comforting. She started to calm down when he didn't show any sign of anger or irritation.

"Y/n. You're looking around the house I see. How is it?"

She looked at him and smiled. She got excited at his question.

"It's been amazing. Everything looks so incredible. And Dominic is so skilled in the kitchen. But I uh.. Do want to ask who the guy in purple is? I sorta.."caught" him in the living room upstairs."

Antonio cocked his head at how she fraced her sentence. He understood that she had met Valentino, but it was the way she apparently had seen him that made him look serious. He cleared his throat before he answered her. His voice more monotone than before.

"That's Valentino. And he shouldn't have been doing what you're referring to when he knew you'd be walking around today. Excuse me Y/n."

He kindly bowed and quickly made his way past Y/n and up the stairs to the living room. She saw how seriously he took this. It felt nice that he cared like that, but she secretly found it fun that she saw Valentino like that. Valentino, what a fitting name to such a guy. She replayed the scenario in her mind. How he touched himself and leaned back looking at her with those eyes. As if he knew she was there before she even got close to him. She giggled to herself as she made her way back to the main living room through a door next to the twisted staircase. Lorenzo's voice made her jump as she entered the room.

"Having fun dear?"

Lorenzo is sitting in one of the chairs with his legs stretched out and resting on the table. His question was so unexpected when Y/n entered the room. Her little jump made him chuckle to himself. She wasn't scared, she just didn't expect him to be there. She soflty laughed it of and smiled.

"Yes, this place it perfect. I really love it here."

She sat down in the chair opposite from Lorenzo. She sat with her legs tucked to the side underneath her. It was a surprisingly comfortable chair. That was unexpected from such an old chair. She could probably stay in it for hours. Lorenzo pulled a cigarette from thin air. It was lit already. Y/n looked at him with confusion and curiosity. How in the hell did he do that? There's absolutely no one else in the room with them. Is it just a simple party trick maybe? She tried to find a rational solution to it. He just let out a calm sigh and smiled. He soflty shook his head at how confused she looked. She was cute. It was funny to watch as he could almost see how her brain turned.

"Heh, I have an explanation for every little thing you've noticed. It's not some cheap party tricks if that's what you're thinking. You'll understand it in a minute baby."

He followed up his statement by snapping his fingers three times. Shortly after Antonio, Dominic and Valentino came walking in. They really heard those snaps? Wow, they must have incredible hearing. They sat down on the couch next to Y/n and Lorenzo. They all nodded their hellos to Y/n before they looked at Lorenzo. Y/n was still confused about what was going on.

"Well, let's cut to the case shall we?"

Lorenzo flicked the cigarette out into the room and it disappeared midair. He clapped his hands together and looked at Y/n and the boys with an enthusiastic attitude. Y/n didn't know what to expect but listened on as Lorenzo began to explain.

"As you may already know I'm the Don of the mafia in town. But it's only me and the boys if I'm disgustingly honest. I used to work close with humans a long time ago, but they have proven to not be trustworthy. So I only keep them as business partners."

Lorenzo looked at the fireplace. Y/n noticed how infuriated he seemed to be at the people who had betrayed him. She was on edge but not scared. There was no reason to be frightened. Not yet at least. He turned back with an expression as if it was water under the bridge and long gone.

"Anyhow, I am a demon. Which probably explains some basic things for you. As for Antonio, Dominic and Valentino, they are my clones. I'm not quite sure why or how, but they developed their own personalities."

Looking at Valentino he grinned. He pointed a stern finger at Valentino.

"And I believe you, Val, have something to apologise for. As much fun as it might have been to have her catch you in the act."

Valentino was sitting furthest away form Y/n. He had a smug smile plastered to his face. Unlike Valentino, Dominic began to blush when he understood what Lorenzo said. Valentino would have rolled his eyes if he could, but with Lorenzo there he didn't dare. Valentino looked over at Y/n.

"I'm truly sorry Y/n, it won't happen again, I promise. Unless you want it to happen of course. Anything for you sugar."

Valentino winked. Y/n was taken back and blushed. His last comment didn't seem to be a problem to any of the others. They surprisingly seemed to find it either fun or interesting. She honestly thought Lorenzo would be mad or something at Valentino. Lorenzo clears his throat before he starts talking again.

"You see dollface, as my clones they have a direct connection to me. It's weaker than it used to be. I can still sense alot through them, but only when they allow me to."

He took a small brake to let everything sink in. To let Y/n catch up with the information. Let her pretty little head think. He ended with one last question for her.

"Does it still sound nice here with us after what you've heard?"

Lorenzo smriked at Y/n. His gold tooth shimmering by the reflection of the flames in the fireplace. His eyes where dark and seductive. The boys all looked at her. Watching her reactions to everything. They really hoped she wouldn't freak out or panic. Lorenzo knew they wanted her to stay. He felt their desperation. Heard their thoughts rambling over each other. Y/n took a few seconds to think about what she just heard. What it meant. It was more comforting than scary honestly. Well, she would have to get used to the demon and clone thing. But other than that it didn't sound to bad. She looked at them. Antonio had a calm look to him. She couldn't see any type of worry, just calm anticipation. Dominic seemed to be the worried one. He still had a pink tint to his cheeks after hearing how Y/n had met Valentino earlier. Valentino looked pretty relaxed, but he had this sense of curiosity over him. Lorenzo looked pretty content and secure in how Y/n would react. He looked at her with a calm and patient expression. He had a subtle and soft smile that wasn't easily noticeable. Y/n then looked down at the table in the middle. She felt confident in her answer and looked up again.

"Of course I want to stay. I just have to get properly settled and learn more about you guys."

She sounded happy when she talked. Her smile calmed the boys down. She could actually see how they felt more relaxed by her answer. Lorenzo's smile grew. He actually felt relieved that she wanted to stay. There was a small part of him that honestly had felt scared for a second. As the boys gently started to ask Y/n about her day Lorenzo rose from his seat. He listened to their little chatter about her day as he helped himself to a new glas of whiskey. Coming back to the others he spoke up. It fell silent as he started talking.

"I have some work to get back to, but you four enjoy the rest of the day together. Get to know each other better. I'll see you later tonight dollface."

Lorenzo leaned down and kissed her forehead. He ruffled the hair on top of her head with his hand before he walked of. She giggled at his small actions. It really was sweet how he made her feel loved with such simple things. She watched as Lorenzo left the room before she picked up the conversation with the boys. They could hear Lorenzo yell from down the hall before he entered his office.

"You better treat her well boys!"

A quick turn of events, Part 4

Tw: Cursing, sex, kinks?

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

Rules

Y/n had spent the whole day with her new..uh. Roommates? Friends? Whatever. She didn't care about what they were and weren't. They're her boys now. She learned that they're basically her lifeguards and companions when Lorenzo wasn't around. They would do anything to keep her safe and comfortable. She discovered how truly happy they were that she wanted to stay. No one else had wanted to stay for decades. It had become empty and silent. Of course they had Lorenzo and each other, but it wasn't the same. But now that Y/n was there things would change. There would be something to fill their days with purpose. When the time came she said goodnight to them. They smiled and waved goodnight back to her. She thought back on some of the things she found out about them on her way upstairs. It was fun how different they could be.

Valentino was obviously the prankster. He found ways to annoy Antonio and Dominic in everything. But he was also quite flirtatious. He may have been a bit to straight forward because Antonio had to tell him of a few times trough the day. Y/n mostly giggled by that. And Dominic. He seemed like a sweet guy. His problem with speech was present, but it didn't stop him from wanting to talk to Y/n. His interest in food was not a surprise to Y/n after she had seen him in the kitchen. Antonio on the other hand. He was such a quiet and responsible man. She understood that he was the one in charge when Lorenzo was gone. He was a great person to discuss plenty of topics with. She liked how they had their own personalities. She looked forward to hang more with them. They were fun and interesting.

When Y/n entered her bedroom she saw Lorenzo standing by a window. He was looking out into the dark night. She gently walked up and stood next to him. Looking out she tried to see if she could find what he was looking at. Lorenzo looked down at her. It was cute that she tried to find what he was looking at. She wouldn't have a chance with her human sight. He put his arm on her shoulder and pulled her closer as he gazed into the night again. Y/n blushed as the sudden touch. She looked up a Lorenzo. He showed no emotion except from the tone in his voice. A low rough voice asking.

"See something you like dollface?"

Meanwhile down in the living room the boys are arguing. It's not really a fight, but it's a heated conversation to say the least.

"You know better Val! Boss told us to be patient and wait. Don't you act like a fucking idiot."

Antonio hissed at Valentino.

"Oh I'm so sorry for trying to have some fun! It's been fucking decades since the last girl wanted to stay. And she was a boring bitch!"

Valentino snapped back at Antonio. He just wanted to test the waters and have fun. It was exciting with a new person in the house. Valentino had his arm out to his sides to exaggerate his words. Dominic had enough of their quarrelling.

"Both shut it!"

Dominic looked at them both. He rubbed his face. He was tired of listening to them fight over things that had already happened. They would have to wait or else they would have to deal with Lorenzo. Nothing happened until Lorenzo gave them a clear go. Dominic fought hard to put his last thought into a simple sentence.

"Be patient Valentino."

Antonio and Valentino looked at him. They had to admit he was right. Antonio chuckled and sighed. Valentino had to agree that he was acting kinda stupid and out of place. He patted Dominic on his shoulder.

"You're right Nic, as always."

Lorenzo put his hand on Y/ns chin. His thumb gently brushed over her lips. They are so soft and warm. He is yearning to feel her lips. Y/n looks up at him with a soft blush across her cheeks. Lorenzo smirks as he slides his hand behind her neck. His face mere inches from hers. Their lips meet in a soft kiss. Her warmth against his chill. The feeling of a storm building from their tension. An almost overwhelming sense of need. Y/n melts into the kiss. It had the same passion as she had experienced in the club. It started to feel so right. Like putting the last puzzle piece in place. Or finally draw what you imagined. Y/n laid her arms around his neck. Lorenzo picks her up and puts her legs around his waist. He starts walking towards the bed. His hands firmly on her ass. They break the kiss of as Y/n is layed down on the bed. He leans down over her with his hands on each side of her head. He watches as she catches her breath. Her eyes are hazy. Lorenzo grinned. Oh how he relished the feeling of making her feel good. He leaned down next to her ear. His breath on her neck. His sandpaper whisper creating a warm feeling in her lower abdomen.

"You're my little pet.."

A small whine escaped from Y/ns lips. The kind of whine that says yes. Lorenzo nips at her earlobe. He knows exactly how to get his answers.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

She could feel his grin on her neck. He started to kiss down her neck. Making her squirm and hold back a small moan. Her brain went a million miles. She didn't know how to answer. Lorenzo muttered with a teasing voice.

"Oh, use your words baby."

He licked on sensetive spots on her neck. Gently biting. Her back started to arch as he went on. Her breath hitched. She held onto the bedsheets beneath her. She found it hard to speak. Like it was stuck in her throat. She eventually managed to moan out soft words.

"Mh..yes..I want to.. be your pet..p-please."

She had never admitted anything of this her bedroom interest before. Not to anyone but herself. But then again no one had made her feel like this before either. She wanted this and it felt so good. She wanted to be his pet. To serve him and be taken care of. Lorenzo looked into her eyes. He could feel how much she wanted it. He soflty patted her cheek and gave her a sly look. His voice deep and rough.

"Good girl."

Y/ns cheeks blushed deep red. His words felt like he opened the flood gates. Heat has curled down inside her. She could feel herself getting wet. As a reflex she closed her thighs together. Lorenzo noticed her reactions and grinned. He slowly slid a hand down her body and into her sweatpants. His fingers gracing over her underwear. He felt how soaked they had become already and gave her a knowing look.

"Looks like desserts ready."

He sat himself down on the floor. Pulling her legs open and settling between them. Slowly he pulled her sweatpants and panties of and toshed them to the side. Y/n held her breath for a moment. She felt the gentle air against her wet pussy. It felt so much colder than it really was. Lorenzo took a deep breath, lavishing in the smell. How he had missed something like this. He pulled her legs over his shoulders. He started slow by licking up trough her slick folds. Getting the first taste of his pretty pet. He picked up a pace when he ate her out. It was like he had been starved. He licked and sucked all the right places. Y/n arched her back and whimpered at how good it felt. Her heart beat like a drum in her chest. Her cheek were hot. She gripped the mattress. He was licking her with suck expertise. The way he emediatly found her clit. How he licked and sucked on it. She felt the pressure of her climax building up inside. The knot tying up. He focused on her clit and carefully inserted two fingers inside her. He curled his fingers to find her spot. He continued the motion while he fixated his mouth on her clit. The combination bringing her right to the edge. He kept it up till he felt her body tense up. Her breath got heavy. He felt her pussy pulsating inside. Clamping his fingers. Her moan crying out as release got to her. He slowed down his motions trough it. Coming to a stop when he felt her body relax again.Lorenzo stod up and gave her a few seconds to come back from the haze. He grinned and looked down at her. He chuckled to himself.

"Let's see what your pretty mouth can do, hm?"

Y/n looked at him. Her eyes growing big as she understood what he meant. She felt eager to see his member now. She sat up and looked up at him. Waiting for his word. He soflty slid of his robe revealing that he was commando underneath. If it wasn't for her already red cheeks she would have blushed all over again. His cock was already hard and ready. She could see precum had already began leaking from the tip. It was soflty twitching. Lorenzo smirked at Y/n.

"Well, it ain't going to suck itself is it?"

Y/n was slightly shocked by his statement at first. But she quickly got to work as she understood how impatient he probably was. She started by placing her hand around his shaft. She licked the tip of his cock and got a taste of his precum. It was a surprisingly good taste. It was sweet yet salty, nothing like regular cum she had tasted before. Lorenzo let out a delighted sound has she licked up the length of his cock. She started sucking at the tip. Slowly taking more. She had a slow and steady pace at first. Getting used to his size and figuring out how to suck him in the best way she could. As she picked up her pace Lorenzo put his hands on her head. He hissed and muttered soft curses under his breath. Moaning at the feeling of her mouth. Her warm tounge. Her soft lips.

"Ah..fuck."

His hips soflty started bucking. Y/n could feel his small motions and worked with it. She put her hands around his hips to get a better hold. He started picking up some pace and dug his fingers into her scalp. Y/n could feel him going deeper into her throat. She felt tears starting to build in her eyes. The feeling of him pushing into her mouth. It felt so good to have him fuck her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as tears started rolling down her cheeks. She moaned around his cock. Heat building up again between her legs. She let him fuck her face. Let him use her. It felt so good to be needed in such a primal way. Lorenzo looked down at her. His breath heavy and eyes hazy. How beautiful she looked with his cock in her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth with a pop. Leaving her panting heavily with an open mouth. She looked at him with heavy eyes. He pulled her up and turned her around. He held her close with a hand on her neck. Whispering into her ear.

"Let's discuss some rules shall we?"

Y/n nodded. Still hazy and like she was floating on a cloud. Yet eager to know what kind of rules they would have. With a low, stern and passionately aggressive voice he started.

"Number one. Don't be rude or act like a spoiled fucking brat."

Lorenzo pushed her forward onto the bed so she was standing in doggy style. Her head sideways so she could look back at Lorenzo. He put a hand on her ass soflty rubbing over it. Rubbing lower he let his thumb slide through her folds. Feeling the slick and warmth. He took his cock and soflty rubbed the tip over her entrance.

"Number two. You will refer to me as either sir or daddy when told so."

He pushed his cock hard into her pussy. Y/n let out a whiny moan. He was balls deep in her. Giving her a moment to adjust he leaned closer over her back.

"Number three. I will respect your boundaries, you just let me know."

He started pulling back. Almost all the way out before he slowly pushed back in. He set a agonisingly slow pace. Y/n started whimpering. Wanting more. Needing him to speed up. Lorenzo grinned. A devilish look on his face. As he gave another hard thrust into her and stopped. He spoke up again.

"Number four. You'll have to use you words if you want something dollface."

Y/n shut her eyes and whined as he pushed slowly in again. Filling her to the brim. He stopped when fully seathed inside her he waited for her.

"mh faster..please..."

He slid his hand to her shoulder and held firmly onto it. His other hand on her hips. Having a good grip on her.

"Please what?"

Her mind rushed to find the answer. She felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Rule number two! She hurried to answer him.

"Y-yes sir."

He smirked satisfied and gave her a pat on the ass.

"Atta girl."

He held onto her hip again as he started thrusting. When he found her g-spot he kept a good pace. As he sped up chasing climax he moved his hand to her throat. Gently pulling her back into an almost standing doggy. He was careful to not choke her. He just held a firm grip to hold her up. His pace amping up. Getting rougher. Harder. His fingers digging into her hips. His nails leaving marks. Her moans got louder. She whined desperately for release. Her head leaned back. Eyes rolling. Focused on the feeling of him pumping in and out. His thrusting force and aggressive pace. She could feel her core tighten. The knot tying once again. She stiffened in her position. Going with his motions. Lorenzo held her closer. Putting his chin on her shoulder. His heavy breath in her ear. Grunting with every thrust as he got closer. She felt herself tighten around his cock as she tumbled over the edge. Her knot unfurled. The sweet pulsating sensation shooting through her. Lorenzo groaned against her neck.

"You feel so fucking good.."

He came to a finish with his last hard thrusts into her. Burying himself deep inside her as he came. His cock pulsing and twitching. Cum pumping into her. He held her close kissing her neck. He whispered into her ear.

"Number five. There's always time for some aftercare."

He pulled out of her. A soft moan escaped from her lips at the feeling of him sliding out. The sudden emptiness she felt. Y/n slumped down onto the bed. She felt so tired and content. Lorenzo sat down on the bed next to her. He stroked her back. A soft expression formed on his face as he watched Y/n. Lorenzo spent a good hour with her before she fell asleep. He had taken care of her after their first proper session together. Made sure she felt good. He looked over at her one last time before he left.

A quick turn of events, Part 5

TW: Cursing, sex

Part 4 <-

Good morning

"Val! You god damn fucking pervert!"

Y/n woke up with a shock. It had only been a few days. Or had a week already gone by? Anyway she wasn't used to hearing them yell at Valentino yet. She heard a maniacal laugh trough the hallway. He has obviously been up to something salicious. He probably annoyed the shit out of one of them with his perverted humour. Y/n giggled imagining what Valentino possibly could have been up to. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She grabbed some fresh clothes from her wardrobe and went to the bathroom.

The main door of Y/ns room quickly opened and closed. It was Valentino. He's trying to hide from Antonio. He didn't realise what room he had jumped into until he actually looked around. He grinned when figuring out it was Y/ns. Listening he understood she was in the bathroom. Perfect opportunity. He went through her stuff hoping to find something dirty. Anything really. If she had any toys. Lingerie. A diary. Getting to know her private side. He obviously grabbed a pair of her panties. Perfect for later use when he's jerking it. Hey, he's a pervert and not ashamed of it. Disappointed in not finding anything else he just waited around in her bedroom. He sat down in a chair conveniently placed in the corner of the room. Just out of sight, so she wouldn't immediately notice him when walking out of the bathroom. When she came walking out in just a t-shirt and panties his eyes widened and he couldn't help himself. His eyes went back to a relaxed state as he gave a whistle and spoke out.

"Well good mornin sweet 'cheeks'."

He emphasised the word cheeks. A smirk on his face, checking her out from top to bottom. Y/n jumped and spun around. She was shocked by him just being there. When did he get there? And what was he doing in here? She was so surprised and didn't know what to say. Valentino chuckled. She was cute.

"I know I look good, but I if I'd known you'd be speechless I'd be here sooner. Damn sugar."

He smiled and leaned back in the chair. Y/ns cheeks developed a soft pink blush. She really wasn't prepared for this. What the fuck was she supposed to say? She took a breath and tried to brush it off. But Valentinos expression made it hard. He was looking so flirtatious. Like he didn't see anything weird about just being in her room without permission. Well on second thought it wasn't that weird. He was the most pervy guy in this house. And it was inevitable that he would show up one way or another. She built up a short lasting confidence.

"Uh w-what are you doing here?"

He looked her up and down. Then he smiled at her with a smug face.

"Lookin at you obviously."

He looked so satisfied with his statement. Y/n rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"No, why are you here? Why are you in my room?"

Valentino gave her a fake surprised expression. Like he didn't understand what her first question obviously had meant. He gave her an over dramatic answer. His smug smile only growing.

"Oh, oh that's what you meant. Course, how dumb of me. Hidin from Antonio. He's callin me a pervert for no reason again."

Y/n knew there was a good reason for Antonio to call him a pervert. She nodded at his answer. She sighed.

"Mhm mhm, okay."

She closed her eyes and rubbed her face to collect her thoughts for a second. When she opened her eyes again Valentino was standing. She was a bit shook, but didn't have a big reaction. She looked at him, not sure what he was doing. Then she noticed a certain familiar shape. The bulge in his pants. She quickly looked away. She cleared her throat and was about to turn towards her closet. Valentino had noticed everything and grinned. He even had permission from Lorenzo now. In a seductive low tone he spoke up. Breaking the awkward silence.

"Come to daddy, I'll show you a good mornin."

Y/n froze in her step. Her cheeks flushing red. She didn't know what to do at first. His words softened her up. She wasn't sure she heard correctly. Did he mean what she thought he meant? With a unsure face she stumbled out a question.

"Do uh, does Lorenzo know what I think you're saying right now?"

Valentino nodded confidently. He tapped his temple. Indicating his connection as Lorenzo's clone. He snickered. One hand in the pocket of his jacket, the other groping his junk. Y/n felt her heart beating.

"Let's get some 'exercise'. "

A weird and strong arousal took over her. His lewd mannerism got the best of her. He walked closer to her and put a finger under her chin. Tilting her head up to look at him. Y/n gulped. She felt so nervous. The intense sexual tension that had formed in just a few seconds. Heat building up. The tingling sensation of getting wet. She nodded and looked into his eyes. He smirked and pushed a kiss onto her lips. A needy, desperate kiss. Filled with eager lust. Y/n quickly melted into it and felt herself being turned on. Valentino picked her up. Her legs around his waist. The bulge of his member against her crotch. His arms under her ass supporting her weight. Using this to his advantage and softly lifting her up and down. Rubbing himself against her. Y/n soflty moaned at the friction. After a short minute Valentino used one hand to unbuckle and zip open his pants. His cock springing free. Then he pushed Y/ns panties to the side. He let his cock rest against her pussy before he lined up with her entrance. He broke of their deep kiss and pushed himself in. Y/n moaned loudly out. Her head falling back at the sensation. Valentino watched her with a triumphant expression as he groaned out.

"Mh so fuckin tight."

He had been so impatiently yearning for this. And now he finally got to fuck her. He roughly began pumping into her at an animalistic pace. Y/n gritted her teeth and shut her eyes. She whimpered and made incoherent noises. It felt so intense. The angle he was fucking her in somehow aligned with her g-spot. His cock pumped in and out, hitting her spot over and over. Valentino got slower but harder in his thrusts. It made Y/n groan a bit. It felt so good. She could feel herself tensing up. She could hear Valentino cursing as he got closer to climax.

"Oh fuck, so fuckin good.."

Y/n couldn't help herself. She couldn't hold it anymore. She gripped his shoulders as she came. Moaning louder than she had expected to. Valentino caved in after her with one last thrust. Burying himself in her. Grunting at the feeling of ejaculating. Their climaxes pulsated in unison. He grinned as he pulled out and heard Y/n gasp. He liked. No. Loved how much she actually seemed to enjoy it. He carefully put her down. Still having a grip on her to make sure she could stand before he let go. He gave her a pat on the ass and a kiss on the cheek. A sweet gesture by his own standard. He tucked away his cock and fixed his outfit. He gave her a small wave as he opened the door.

"I would've loved to stay longer sweet thing, but I think Antonio might've heard my whereabouts."

Y/n heard his low chuckle as the door closed and he was off. She sat on her bed and laid down on her back. What a way her day had started. A smile growing shyly. It had been quite fun if she was honest. Feeling his cum leaking out and soaking her panties she got up. She better get cleaned up. Y/n had put on a t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. She felt pretty for just staying in. She made her way to the main living room downstairs. Wondering what she would be doing today. Entering the room she saw Lorenzo sitting by himself reading the newspaper. He was dressed in his dark green pinstripe suit. And of course smoking a cigar. He looked up at Y/n.

"Good morning Y/n, heard your day started off good."

Y/ns cheeks flushed pink. His statement making her feel a bit embarrassed. But it really had been good. She looked away to embarrassed to meet his gaze. She rubbed her neck not sure what to say.

"Heh yeah I guess so."

She smiled sheepishly. Feeling a bit awkward. Lorenzo tossed the newspaper away and stod up. He walked over and looked down at her. His face was cold and monotone. With a sudden change he gave her a smile. A real genuine smile, even though he still looked cold in his appearance. Y/n softly cocked her head to the side. Unsure of what's about to happen. His hand on her chin resting his thumb on her lower lip. A hint of joy in his dark raspy voice.

"And it will keep getting better dollface."

Like a Lullaby || TW

summary: all the weight of being the head of a large illicit organization fell from his shoulders when Toto got home. He wasn't a wanted man when he was with you and Jack, he was just your husband, father of your child. Being home, dealing with his worry and watching Jack sleep was sweet, sweet like a lullaby.

cw: Few mentions of criminal acts, family life, cuteness and Toto being sweetly annoying, mild anguish, but nothing too painful, small conflict, quick and smooth resolution.

a/n: no surprise there's another story in an alternative universe on this blog, everyone knows I'm a sucker for alternative stories, arrest me if it's a crime, and of course we would have mafia! Toto here, and I hope you love my new baby

He stretched his body, there was too much tension in his shoulders and Toto felt so tired, he was sure he would sleep for weeks if he could. He decided to take a shower in the downstairs bathroom and wore a sweatshirt, he didn't want you to have to deal with blood and bruises; by God, he just wanted to lay with you and sleep until the end of the world.

But of course, things rarely went as he expected, he might be king on the streets of London, but at home he was just a commoner, and fuck if that didn't make him immensely happy. Toto found you in Jack's room, you were sitting on the carpet, Jack was sitting between your legs, Jack had convinced you to read The Chronicles of Narnia to him a few weeks ago and the boy was obsessed with the story, Edmund was his favorite Pevensie.

Toto walked carefully and wrapped his arms around you both, taking the book from your hands. You smelled the still fresh soap coming from him and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Jack didn't mind the change either, it was a routine custom in the Wolff house, Toto kissed your temple lightly and continued reading exactly where you left off,keeping his voice in the tone that warmed you, giving you the feeling of home. Just under an hour, Jack was sleeping so soundly that he was making small snores, and he grunted when Toto moved him to the bed, you covered the boy with the comforter and he placed his favorite stuffed animal on the corner of the bed, Jack rolled over until he was comfortable and continued sleeping.

"Good job, husband, you're good at being a father." You said, resting your head on his arm, Toto wrapped his arms around you, watching Jack sleep peacefully.

"Isn't it? I'm getting good at this, I think I can change careers, I think I'd be a great family coach, what do you think?" he said with false arrogance. You covered your mouth, stifling your laugh. "I'm serious, I'm going to write a script and think about some speeches."

"Of course, I think people will love it, seeing a wanted man lecturing on how to be a good father."

You turned on the night light and the two of you left Jack's room, closing the door carefully as you went to your suite. "If you took a shower downstairs, things were bad today, weren't they?"

Toto looked at you sideways, not wanting to answer you, but as soon as you entered the room, you stopped in front of him and waited for his answer.

"Okay, they didn't turn out as I expected, but don't worry, don't get involved, let me deal with the bad stuff" Toto kissed your forehead, trying to dissuade you, even though he knew it was a losing battle; you were always aware of Toto's shady dealings, you married him knowing that your husband was a wanted man and involved in illicit things. And honestly? Everything was fine, Toto had promised to keep things away from you and Jack, you always knew on what terms your husband lived.

"Do you have any injuries? Did you get hurt?" You tried to lift his shirt to see if there were any bruises or anything, but Toto hugged you and laughed.

"I'm fine, schatzi, there's nothing that needs stitches or bandages, relax" he assured, kissing her face. "you worry for nothing"

You rolled your eyes, slapping his chest, which only made Toto laugh and rub the area he hit.

"You know I'll never chill with you on the streets, so don't ask me to take it easy, okay? You crossed your arms and made your lip stick out in a pout, which he couldn't resist kissing. "Don't try to soften me up, Torger. I may not meddle in your business, but that doesn't mean I won't worry, so don't tell me to relax."

Toto stepped back a little, seeing the wrinkle between his eyebrows increase.

"You deal with dangerous things every day, when you walk out that door, I don't know what the rest of the day will be like" she said quickly, gesturing a lot, Toto sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you to stand between his legs "I don't know what to expect, maybe I'll come back from work and find Lewis and Nico with bad news, or the police, I don't know! I take Jack to school thinking about how I would tell him if something happened to you, how I would deal with him, how I would deal with it!"

Toto knew it would be cruel to say that you knew all this when you agreed to marry him, you never judged him, you never reprimanded the type of work he had, you just accepted all the burden that came with it and loved it, and continued to love it unconditionally. He couldn't rebuke your concern, you had a son and it would all be on your shoulders if something happened to him, your concern was valid, your fear was valid and he needed to be fair with all of this and with you.

"I know, I'm also afraid of not coming home, of leaving you two alone and I work hard to come back every day, even though I'm all fucked up in pain, I'll still be here for you, even if I drag myself, I won't leave my family."

He rested his hands on your hips, making circles on your skin under your pajamas, you were still distressed.

"I promised I'd be here for you and Jack, and I'll keep that."

"I know I'm acting dramatic and everything, but..."

"It's okay, I know you're worried and I like that you worry about me."

"Toto!"

He laughed, making you sit on his thigh "You know honey, I'm a tough guy, no one's going to take me down that easy, You'll still have to buy me a lot of rye bread and you'll wake up completely wrapped in my arms." he assured. "Trust me, I will always come back to you."

You remained silent, enjoying the calm of the night, shaken only by your breathing.

His calloused palms ran across your skin, spreading warmth and a feeling of familiarity, giving you comfort. "I knew that when I married you and I may be being hypocritical for being worried... I'm just afraid."

"It's okay, there's no need to apologize, you handle this better than I imagined and I knew that after five years together, you would reach the limit at some point." Toto confessed. "Relax."

You nodded, feeling all the tiredness of the day accumulate, urgently needing long hours of sleep.

"Come on Mrs. Wolff, you need to sleep."

"I'm not going to object to that, I'm really tired" Toto picked you up and placed you on the bed, covering you before laying down next to you, he made sure to snuggle you against him, humming a lullaby that his mother sang when he was younger. Toto would give everything he had to make sure you were safe, that Jack wouldn't be afraid, he worked hard for that, he made people fear his name to guarantee your peace and tranquility. He would be the bad guy in the story, if all this left you and Jack safe and sound.

He would be the villain in people's stories, that was fine, he could handle it, anything went for his family, anything.

De todo corazón, para toda mi vida. || CS55

Summary: You were sure of two things in your life, the first is that Carlos loved you and the children with devotion and the second is that he would set the world on fire for you.

cw: Criminal behavior, violence, mention of tantrums. Established relationship, marriage of convenience (?). Mild smut, mild degradation, and filth — if you squint. Poorly translated Spanish, blame Google. Kidnapping, threats, mention of death. Stalking, obsessive behavior, mention of fire

a/n: I admit, this might be my favorite since I started on Tumblr, I loved it. Pay attention to the triggers, thank you 🫶🏼 I don't intend to use any other pilots as antagonists, so no names will be said here.

Previously...

You waited until the school gates closed and there were no more students there, you were on your way to your car when you felt a painful blow to the back of your head and the before falling, you thought about how much blood Carlos would rain down on Madrid until he found you.

Now

The first time you woke up, you were in the trunk of a car, and from the way the vehicle was moving, you assumed they were on one of the country's many highways; even with your feet and hands tied, you crashed until the car driver stopped, probably on the shoulder of the road. You take advantage of the opportunity to put your foot in the face of the man who opened the trunk, he cursed in Spanish and slapped you a few times, not without ensuring that the black bag over your head continued to prevent you from seeing where they were or who they were. You only felt the sting on your neck and it didn't take long for you to be hit by the induced sleep.

The second time you woke up, you were hanging by your wrists in an abandoned warehouse, the lack of light in the place prevented you from trying to know what time it was. You looked at your situation, the chains around your wrists hurt, and you understood that trying to free yourself would only make the injuries worse, your shoulders and arms hurt and you felt the back of your neck — the place of the first blow — throb painfully. However, despite everything you remained calm, you knew that Carlos would find you, he would always find you.

You were staring at the nearest column, thinking about who picked your kids up from school and when exactly Carlos noticed you missing. You looked for your jewelry, there were no signs of your wedding ring, engagement ring or earrings, your turquoise necklace was also missing from your neck, i.e., all the locators that Carlos had given you had been discarded and their location was a mystery. You sighed, this would drive Carlos crazy. These thoughts left you distracted enough not to notice the entry of four men, all masked, not that that would stop Carlos from killing each one of them, whether he knew their identities or not, You looked at the group and despite being perfectly aware that Carlos would save you, you didn't stop feeling afraid, until he found you, a lot could happen.

One of them approached you and grabbed your chin, making your head turn to the left, where there was the mark of the slaps you received in the car and blood from your bruised lip. The man clicked his tongue negatively and moved away, but not enough to make you feel comfortable.

"Mrs. Sainz, I apologize for my men's behavior, I was clear that you should not suffer harm, or rather" he sniffed an amused laugh "more harm than necessary, We don’t want to cause any more commotion for your husband.”

"I appreciate your concern, but it's not that necessary, since they'll be dead soon" you said, moving your shoulders to try to lessen the pain.

The sound of the chains being pulled made you alert and you grunted in pain as you were hoisted higher. Fuck if that didn't hurt.

"You have a pretty smart mouth, don't you, Mrs. Sainz?" He teased, indicating for the chains to rise further, to the point where you no longer felt the ground beneath your feet, and that made you desperate. If your arms weren't already hurting, being lifted without contact with the ground would make things worse.

You huffed, trying to ease the pain in your limbs, but it wasn't enough, the pain was increasing considerably "you know, I needed to win my husband over somehow" you replied.

“I see how…” he replied, and you deliberately ignored his derogatory tone. "Well, now we just have to wait for your esteemed husband to do what we're talking about, or he won't hear that smart mouth teasing him anymore" he chuckled "if that was ever an option"

And you were left alone in the warehouse, hoisted almost a meter above the ground, in pain and very thirsty, if hell were like that, you were starting to rethink your actions in life. Then, very ironically, you began to pray that Carlos would be quick.

He was in the middle of a meeting, Carlos was about to acquire shares in the largest private bank in Spain, a clean deal to keep justice away, expenses declared in the federal revenue, real employees and everything a legitimate business needed. Negotiations were moving slowly, the shareholder was trying to extract more advantages over Carlos, and this was pushing him to the limit. So receiving images of his wife chained to a beam didn't make his mood any more malleable.

He looked at the photos desperately, trying to see how you were or identify the warehouse, and as if Carlos wasn't already on the verge of exploding at the photos, the message below the photos did the job of igniting the bombshell that Carlos Sainz was.

‘I was confused for a moment, what was it about this dull girl that caught your attention? Well, it doesn't matter, you know what we want, increase the payment term or or you will receive pieces of your girl in gift boxes.’

That made Carlos literally growl with hatred, they had messed with one of the few things Carlos cared about, making the monster inside him demand retaliation, demand his wife back and he would be damned if he didn't bring you home safe and sound. He tried to speak to his security guards, but there were no answers, no one answered him and this only made him even angrier. While he was activating the elevator, Carlos made some calls, moving all the men he had at his disposal, sending them to his children's school, Carlos called his father, asking the Sainz patriarch to pick up the twins from school and take care of them, without exposing what had happened to you.

Caco, was next to him, trying to find out what had happened to his security guards, why weren't any of them answering? Why didn't they stop the kidnapping? He made calls to the school where the twins studied, the day's recordings could clarify the doubts that were emerging.

"Did you get anything?" He asked his cousin when they entered the car, Caco He gave a frustrated sigh as he started the SUV's engine and headed to the mansion, where Carlos had already given instructions to some of his most loyal men to wait for him.

"The school's cameras were undergoing maintenance, I had the buildings next door checked, one of my men said that there were several bodies spread out on the school's avenue, that is, no eyewitnesses" he explained, driving without caring about the traffic or the red light at the traffic lights, Carlos violently slapped the dashboard, to vent some of his anger and despair; Carlos couldn't distance himself from the guilt he felt, it was his fault, none of this would have happened to you if he had been more careful, and he was paying for his mistake, dealing with the possibility of losing you once and for all.

But he would bring hell to Earth before he lost you, and may God have mercy on whoever hurt you.

When he arrived home, Carlos had more news, his bodyguards had been executed at the north exit of the city and one of the hackers working for Carlos warned that the tracker signals in the jewelry you wore had disappeared. He roared in anger.

"I search all the holes in this city, talk to all the rats, beat and kill whoever is necessary, someone must know who took my wife. Make it clear that I will turn this city into hell if anyone is covering for the bastard who took Y/N from me" he ordered, seeing the men disperse. "Caco, talk to the security secretary, bribe him, threaten, do the devil, but make him cooperate, he owes us so let's demand it."

The lieutenant nodded, it was a job to do personally "I spoke to Charles and he said that Pierre closed the borders with Spain, if anyone tries to cross with his wife, he will know"

"Eso está bien, bien"¹ Carlos stammered, calling the hacker to the office while his cousin went on a mission. "Where was the car found, exactly?"

Ollie Bearman was a phenomenal hacker who was in Spain as a favor from Lewis to Carlos a few weeks ago, and Sainz was trying to convince the boy to stay and command the family's cyber operations. "It's an exit to the interior of the state, they could have gone anywhere there, I managed to move some soldiers to check the nearby cities, I'll bring news in a few hours"

Carlos sank into the chair, he knew that every second was valuable and the chances of finding you alive were decreasing, increasing the anger and fear within him

Later, the news reported the chaos that the Spanish capital was in, a frightening trail of blood and bodies through the city streets, a warning to whoever was with you. The population was afraid of going out into the street and ending up being involved in this frightening wave of brutal violence that Carlos was inciting; the government had directed its army to calm the situation, but it was very effective, the military did not know the city's alleys and alleys like Carlos' people did. The mafioso successfully conveyed his message, people gave clues, told the rumors they heard. In one day, Carlos managed to exterminate more than half of the city's petty criminals.

Caco returned hours later, the bloodstains on the lieutenant's white shirt made it clear that the conversation had been a little more energetic than it should have been "the secretary sent some agents to meet Y/N and tried to negotiate some terms of the agreement, but I managed to convince him that it was an act of solidarity"

At that moment, Carlos was nothing more than a beast, he himself had gone to the place where his jewelry had been discarded, very far from where his security guards' car was found. Nothing useful had been found.

He was listening to what his cousin had gotten from the secretary when his cell phone vibrated with the arrival of a new message, which contained only one attachment: a photo where you were chained to a beam, there was blood staining your pink t-shirt, your face was covered with a black bag, and there was a small stain of blood on the floor below you.

Carlos swallowed his anger and analyzed the photo, you were in an abandoned warehouse, but nothing revealed what the warehouse's previous activities had been, there was no one near you either, no one he could recognize. He checked you and noticed a subtle detail, your necklaces, rings and bracelets were indeed gone, but your delicate silver anklet rested forgotten on your left foot, and that gave him hope. Carlos was a careful man, few of your jewelry did not have trackers, just as the twins also wore bracelets with trackers. Carlos went straight to the suite he shared with you, he thought all of your jewelry had been discarded but the anklet was still there so he could track you; Carlos took the tablet and opened the location program, activating the small sensor on your ankle bracelet, seeing the red dot glow in the industrial district, northeast of Madrid. Hope shook his heart, he would have you back.

Ollie managed to unravel the encryption that hid the sender of the message. A cocaine dealer who had open debts and thought that kidnapping and attacking you would make Carlos extend the deadline. He only managed to hasten his own death.

Carlos was a strategic man, he didn't let his emotions take control of his decisions, so he left the photo with Ollie, in case of any eventuality and took a shower, called his children and organized the weapons; he liked practical weapons, namely pistols and semiautomatics, that could be attached to his holsters and hips. He didn't like carrying weapons in slings, it wasn't elegant.

"You will stay, if I die, you are my successor until Santi grows up and decides if this is what he wants to do" he ordered the lieutenant before getting into the car, a small group would follow with him. "As for that mouse's family... Kill them all"

The McLaren left the property at speed, roaring like a monster, declaring the immeasurable and cold fury that consumed the head of the Sainz family.

You no longer felt your arms, the pain was so intense that it numbed your limbs, you had been attacked again, because Carlos set the city on fire after you, and he had not extended the time, as demands had been made; you were breathing hard as you were thirsty and your ribs hurt. You were so tired, but feared sleeping, your captor made it clear that the attacks had stopped, but that he would not contain his men if they tried anything against you. Any noise made you alert, rats scurried under your feet and by God, you could smell the horrible smell of cockroaches, you hated to think that your faith and determination were breaking they broke as time passed. Speaking of time, you didn't even know how long you had been there, hours or days, the notion of time was so nebulous.

To distract yourself from the panic that was growing without stopping, you wondered who picked Elena and Santiago up from school, if they had lunch, or if they knew what had happened. You hoped no one had said it, Elena was sensitive and would cry non-stop and Santiago would be catatonic. It was better to prevent your twins from suffering this stress, because you would be saved.

I needed to believe that until the last second.

The chains shook hard, making your arms and hands vibrate with pain, and then you fell, twisting your ankle; you were being dragged across the filthy floor in a hurry, the cracks of gunfire kept you alert, your husband had arrived, Carlos hadn't left you. Even though you were weak and in pain, you struggled, trying to loosen the chains, but a strong slap made you slower and more docile, making it easier to drag you along the ground.

You felt something press against your temple and you were suddenly lifted up.

"I expected nothing less than El Matador" The kidnapper said, and you heard the security lock being deactivated, a cold shiver made you whimper, there was no more pride, vanity or anything left, you were afraid of dying there, there was still so much you wanted to do with your family. "Don't come any closer or I'll blow her brains out."

"You can try" Carlos said, there was so much anger in his voice, so much hate that you barely recognized his voice. "Te llevaré a casa, cariño, lo prometo"

You cried, trying to free yourself, but you received a butt against the back of the head, and then passed out. You didn't hear Carlos' frightening scream, nor did you see him jump at you and the kidnapper. He managed to get the drug dealer away from you and landed a series of powerful punches on the man's face, seeing you get hit with a butt was the final point to let everything bad out. Minutes later, he left with you on his lap, carrying you with such care that he was afraid you would break. You woke up just when the warehouse exploded, ending the life of whoever had kidnapped you once and for all

"I knew you would come..." you said tiredly, snuggling against his chest, ignoring the jolts of pain that made your body shake "I never doubted it"

"I would never leave you, mi amor, I will always come for you, always." He promised, looking at you, trying to wipe the dried blood from your face. "I'm sorry about that, I should have been more careful, put more men in your security."

"it's not your fault-..." You coughed and tried to sleep, but he stopped you. "We're coming home, hermosa, do not sleep"

Despite everything, you felt safe, you were finally with Carlos and you were going home, you would see your children, you would be grateful for the new chance you had gained. A doctor was waiting when you got home, you were inspected completely, several tests were done and you just wanted to get some rest before seeing the twins, Carlos didn't allow you to sleep until the doctor approved, he gave you a bath, dressed you and let you sleep to talk to the doctor.

"There are no fractures, fortunately, just more serious abrasions and bruises. She will be fine in a few weeks, let her rest fully, keep her hydrated" the doctor explained, delivering the prescription with pain medication. He let his cousin take the doctor to the door and went to see you, Carlos found you hugging his pillow, a wrinkle of pain present on your face, but the relief of being home was almost an aura around him.

Carlos sat on the bed, brushing the hair that fell into his face, watching you sleep peacefully. He had killed every man in that warehouse with his bare hands, your husband made your name become a threat to Spain, the neighboring countries prepared for a civil war that could spread, he would lead the country to ashes for you and let everyone know that.

"I will take care of you, our family forever, mi amor, with all my heart, for all my life.

Glossary

I'll take you home love, I promise.

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01 : Coincidence, Or Not?

GENRE ― nct as mafia, txt as mafia, college!au

AUTHOR’S NOTE/WARNINGS ― slight violence and gunshots, links of the moodboards would be put below for the mentions of NCT's soulmates (for those who are lost on who is who), and the villain of the story is similar to Kingpin of Hawkeye,

SUMMARY ― It was a coincidence that the memory she had buried at the back of her mind suddenly came to her during her sleep, and it was definitely not a coincidence that she shot someone she had known from her past.

As soon as she entered his dorm room, Natalie didn’t hesitate to close the door shut before stomping towards him.

She did not hesitate to grab him by the collar, basically thrashing him onto the wall - despite the height differences, Natalie is strong and he knows that.

Soobin knows that, hence he didn’t struggle on her grip.

Natalie looked him by the eye, glaring towards him. “Why did you agree?!”

“I had no choice, Nat.” He muttered, still making eye contact.

The grip on his collar tightens, at the same she can’t help but shake him slightly.

Soobin knows she is furious, hence this is the result.

“You have a choice, Soobin! You’re basically joining a suicide mission– In this case it’s for life suicide mission!” Natalie whispered aggressively, at the same time trying not to be loud due to her anger.

Her anger somehow made Soobin frustrated - and shockingly, he shook himself off from Natalie’s grip.

Causing her hands to fly to the sides.

She could see him getting angry.

“I don’t have a choice, Natalie! I’m not as rich and spoiled as you and your family!” He spat, his eyes snapped towards her.

“Besides, my parents sold my brothers and I to him. There’s nothing I can do and you could do.” He aggressively said and that’s what made Natalie’s mind stop.

Not the fact she called her a spoiled brat, but the fact his parents sold him and his brothers to the enemy.

“So yeah… Just stay away from me, if you don’t want to be involved in an ugly mess. Us training to be assassins is already a mess but with him, it’s ugly.”

That was the last thing he said to her.

She just stood there, watching him exit his own dorm room.

Not knowing the tears were already rolling down her cheeks and her, not knowing Soobin was crying as soon as step out of his own dorm room.

“Hey, Nat! Are you listening?” Sylvia snapped her fingers in-front of the day-dreaming girl - seeing her eyes blinking a few times, before facing the brunette hair girl with a confused smile.

“..Yeah.. What were you saying again?” Natalie frowned, literally she wasn’t listening.

She was in a deep thought from the dream, well more like a memory.

A memory where she had kept hidden at the back of her mind.

Natalie wondered why all of a sudden it came back last night.

All these years, it didn’t even appear once in her sleep.

“Forget what I said. Let’s talk about you. You look bothered by something,” Sylvia knows Natalie, of course they know each other way back.

Sylvia exists in the memory that appeared last night.

That’s how close they are, it’s been 5 years.

Natalie trusts her, so she grabbed her to a safer corner for her to confess to - since there were students walking around here and there.

“Do you remember Soobin?” Natalie whispered, and Sylvia nodded slowly. “Yeah, of course. Well, I have never seen him ever since he left the programme… Why do you ask?”

Natalie gulped down the lump on her throat, thanks to her own anxiety building up slightly. “..Well I was thinking—

“Wow, the two of you look really suspicious.”

Sylvia and Natalie quickly turned towards the voice, with Sylvia giving him an annoyed look. “Of course, unlike you who basically speaks like you’re the only one here,”

Sylvia slightly gestured around, seeing students basically minding their own business – walking up and down the stairs just go to their every day classes.

Haechan slightly glared towards her before turning towards Mark with a pout, who kind of looked like he was in a daze. “Mark! She is bullying me!”

“I have to agree with her though,” Mark awkwardly said and Haechan dramatically gasped - before turning towards Sylvia who looked unbothered. “I’m telling my girlfriend on you, Sylvy!”

And so the two of them begin to bicker, and both Mark and Natalie don't mind at all. Both of them were always like this.

“Hey, you okay?“ Mark casually asked her. Although Natalie was laughing, Mark noticed something different just by her expression.

Natalie was caught off guard with his question. Maybe because she was indeed not okay. “..Y-yeah.. I’m good.”

Mark scoff, “C’mon, Natalie. I know you. What’s up?” His eyes watched her slightly, seeing her frowning slightly before smiling slightly.

Mark admits that he gets protective of her, not that much like Taeyong - he loves her, well he hides it by saying he has a tiny crush on her towards Haechan.

But Haechan knows better.

“I’m okay, really Mark. You know me, if there’s anything. I’ll tell you,” Natalie nudged onto his arm, earning a smile from Mark.

“Besides,” She paused, facing him and this made Mark slightly nervous.

“You will always find out in the end, just like the other days,” Natalie winked at him before patting him on the shoulder - then catching up with Sylvia who was already up ahead to go to their next class.

Leaving Mark standing there, cheeks tinted in red slightly.

“We are gonna be late if you keep standing there, loverboy.” Haechan teased, trying not to giggle and Mark is fast enough to listen to his words.

He wordlessly walked past Haechan, and it was Haechan’s turn to run to catch up with the flustered leader.

Natalie was peeking through the curtains, seeing expensive cars lining up one by one in-front of the hotel.

She recognizes a few familiar faces, more like old businessmen and women.

“I’m not surprised. Taeyong having a party just after our first day at school, after like what a few months of break.”

“Exactly. It could be replaced with me having my sleep.” Natalie turns back to look at Sylvia who was adjusting her own dress.

“Sleep or no sleep, you will still attend for your big bro. C’mon.” Sylvia shrugs before dragging Natalie out of their shared hotel room.

Sylvia coolly greeted the bodyguards as they nodded their heads. There were bodyguards stationed out of the rooms of the VIP which included Natalie and Sylvia’s.

They were the only ones who got into the elevator. “I heard Taeyong is inviting everyone.” Sylvia stated.

Natalie could only hum in response while pressing the elevator number.

“….And that includes Kingpin,”

It seems time froze for Natalie - it was more like she froze to Sylvia’s words.

It’s been 5 years since she heard his name, that name caused so much pain to Natalie that it hurts her because she couldn’t do anything - even Taeyong and her parents aren’t that powerful enough to fight him.

Well, that was 5 years ago, but this time, the Lee’s are much different.

Natalie’s eyes turned towards Sylvia in a snap, and Natalie knew she just revealed herself to Sylvia - Natalie’s shook in horror.

Before Natalie wanted to probe Sylvia, the elevator door made a sound and the door opened revealing not only a few boys, but their voices were heard quite loud.

“Oh— Babe!” He greeted Sylvia as soon as he stepped into the elevator followed by the others.

Haechan stood right in the middle perfectly.

“Nice dress!” Renjun complimented Natalie, “Thanks! You gentlemen look fine too!” She replied with a small smile, at the same time watching her steps since she was wearing heels.

“Thank you,” Jaemin shyly answered while standing right at the opposite.

“Thanks!” Chenle and Jisung thanked in unison, and they proceeded to have their own conversation.

The elevator was quite small and Natalie naturally stepped back towards the corner. She slightly bumped herself at the back, and a hand naturally blocked her head.

She caught Mark’s gaze, his face was literally in front of her. “Hey, watch yourself.” Mark muttered, and Natalie’s eyes went downcast.

“Thanks. The dress and my heels aren't going well today.” Natalie's smile formed thinly.

It’s true. Sylvia had to help her by holding onto Natalie’s hand every time she walked - if not she would either trip or lose balance.

“You look pretty though.. I mean it doesn't matter with heels or without heels… or formal or casual..” He muttered softly, not making eye contact.

Natalie can’t help but smile shyly.

Mark is cute whenever he speaks softly.

Just then the elevator door opens, and that’s when they could hear the party - which was whispers and buzzing along with soft music.

Natalie straightens herself, along with grabbing the hem of her dress before exiting out of the elevator.

“You guy came just in time,” A knowing voice called and the Dream boys greeted the boss before returning back to their goofy sides.

“Although it’s a green light party, everyone has their own roles to play.” Taeyong instructed and the boys nodded - that includes Sylvia and Natalie too.

What he meant by roles to play is, to keep watch of the grounds and of themselves.

Taeyong’s eyes then landed towards his sister, “Nat, mother and father would like to see you after this…”

Natalie gave him a nod, usually she would ask him more but seeing men in suits and women in provocative dresses passing by them here and there, maybe she should keep all the questions to herself.

“Oh and they want Mark to come along too,” Taeyong added at the last minute that the Dream boys didn’t hesitate to turn towards their leader with a slight smirk.

Just like that, Taeyong excused himself.

“..Okay, so this is the part where I’ll leave you with Mark because… you know….” Sylvia glanced towards Jeno as he smiled towards Natalie innocently.

Natalie nodded. “Of course, text me if there is anything, Sylvy.”

“Alright! Have fun, Nat!” Sylvia gave her a hug but she leaned towards Natalie’s side. “We’ll talk about KFC later,” Sylvia whispered, before giving a pat on Natalie’s butt.

That was Kingpin’s nickname, KFC – yes, the fried chicken brand.

They used to talk about him during the times when they were in the programme, a mafia training programme.

It was kind of like a school but it was specifically practical.

That’s when Natalie met Sylvia - just a few days of talking to each other, they got close.

Sylvia was the one who came up with the nickname – since both of them were in a rush from being questioned by the assassins that taught them, at that point of time.

Both of them were kind of similar back then, but Natalie was a different person.

In a bad way, unfortunately.

It wasn’t just Sylvia she got close to, there was another boy.

He actually changed Natalie slowly, she was more empathetic and he taught her how to use her privileges in a better way.

But in the end, she couldn’t use her own rich and powerful privileges to save her best friend.

Natalie just watches her best friend being dragged away by her boyfriend - leaving her standing dumbfounded.

“Did she say anything weird?” Mark stood beside Natalie, and the girl shook her head.

“No.. It’s just Sylvia being her own self– Right, Mum and Dad want to talk to us. We should find them,” Natalie didn’t let Mark finish as she just grabbed him by the arm.

Till this day, Mark doesn’t understand how Mr and Mrs Lee gave birth to a son who is known to be ruthless in the mafia world, yet he is kind-hearted only to his family and trusted friends.

Like, the duality.

Mark doesn’t understand that and he absolutely does not understand how they gave birth to a daughter who is very similar to her older brother yet courageous and empathetic individual.

Not to mention she is sometimes funny too, in Mark’s eyes.

Maybe because Taeyong was taught differently in life since he is the first born and he is by right the next heir of Lee Organization, although he is now the CEO.

Mark is peacefully walking next to Natalie, right behind her own parents - after them basically interrogating Natalie about her love life right in front of Mark.

Her answers actually amused Mark - well maybe the way she answers and the way her face expression shows when Mrs Lee asked about her sex life.

“Okay, hold on.” Natalie skillfully stood in front of the older ones, “Firstly, you can’t just ask me about my sex life in front of the leader of NCT Dream.” Natalie ‘whispered’ – or she seemingly tried to, at the same making an eye glance towards the gentleman right behind the Lees’.

“Secondly, no – I never had sex with anyone and thirdly, I have never been in a relationship. I’m not an expert, unlike Christy, Mom.”

Natalie’s brows raised up, earning amusement faces from Mr and Mrs Lee and a very surprised Mark.

Christy is Renjun’s girlfriend, she is known for being a femme fatale in school – way before she started dating Renjun. She is a loyal femme fatale now.

“Christy is a sweetheart. Of course boys will love her. Maybe you should learn how.... To get be with a boy - just like how Christy and Renjun are now, ” Mrs Lee commented, smiling towards Mr Lee who was just glancing towards Natalie with a somewhat confused expression, yet a small smile.

Natalie frowned towards her mother, looking at her quite suspiciously. What is that supposed to mean?

“..O—kay.. For a record, they were best friends at first and they fell in love– Well more like Christy who is preoccupied with other stuff that she didn’t realize Renjun had fallen for her since at their best friend stage’.. Right, Mark?” Natalie called him out of nowhere, which caused Mark to nod at what she was saying.

Mr and Mrs Lee turned towards Mark – he looked pretty nervous although he had plenty of meetings with them along with Taeyong and the consilegres of NCT.

He wasn’t nervous in those meetings though, in fact he was confident and his usual serious self.

The reason why he is nervous now, is because he is standing alone with his crush and her parents’.

Unlike Mr Lee who just gave Mark an acknowledgement smile, there was a look of realization from Mrs Lee as she stared at Mark more – Mrs Lee was known to read people by their facial expression and eye contact.

She clearly sees everything from Mark’s eyes and it causes her to openly nudge Mr Lee’s arm, while openly whispering to him.

Natalie shakes her head, “Wow, how mature of the both of you whispering in front of us.” She proceeded to stand beside Mark, who just gave her a little smile.

“I’m sorry, well, it’s a secret,” Mr Lee winked towards Natalie and she rolled her eyes in annoyance with their secretive self. “We will leave the two of you….” Mrs Lee’s words trailed off when both Mark and Mr Lee’s phone rang at the same time.

Both of them answered, but Mark took a look at his phone screen and Johnny’s name appeared.

‘This better be a good news,’

The moment when Mark answered the phone, then hearing Johnny basically yelling on the phone for him to get Natalie and her parents out of there, gunshots were right outside the hallroom.

Loud gunshots.

The first thing Natalie did was pulling her parents down, getting them close to her.

“You don’t have to worry about us, honey! We can deal with this!” Mr Lee already started shooting from different directions. He is fast, Natalie didn’t even see him reaching out for his gun somewhere in his suit.

Both him and Mark were basically aiming for the unwelcome guest – it was easy to know because those intruders were wearing full black, only their eyes were being shown, while trying their best not to shoot the innocents.

Everything is already in chaos that Mark didn’t have the time to inform Taeyong and the consiglieres.

The two women were hiding down one of the tables.

“Mom–

With slightly shaking hands, Mrs Lee pushed a gun towards Natalie – the women placed them on Natalie’s thigh holster.

Natalie didn’t have time to be embarrassed about how her own mother knew she was wearing that.

“You stay close to Mark, Natalie. Don’t be stubborn and the two of you better get to safety— I’ll call you!” Mrs Lee was being pulled by Mr Lee – his bodyguards were already pulling them out of the ballroom, heading to the safety exit.

“C’mon, Nat! We have to go!” Mark yelled, at the same time holding his hand out to support her up. Natalie quickly took his hand at the same abandoning her heels since she can’t even walk properly let alone to run with them.

They exited through the safety exit but they met an obstacle causing both of them to stop abruptly, with Mark pulling Natalie onto his arms.

Natalie can’t help but gasp slightly while gripping onto Mark’s hand – seeing the intruder basically pointing his gun towards the both of them

Her eyes made eye contact with him, and Natalie frowned slightly.

She recognized those brown eyes.

The longer she stared at him, the longer she could see the frustration in his eyes.

He wasted no time to shoot out bullets towards both Mark and her – Mark quickly shoved Natalie to the side where walls were covering her.

It felt like forever that Mark tried to shoot his enemy – he was a good shooter, Mark admits that.

Natalie couldn’t hold onto her own frustrations that she sighed loudly before getting ready to shoot out a bullet.

Mark was too busy with his own battle and it was a good thing he was distracting the opposite – Natalie took a slight peek and she already memorized his location.

She did what she had to do, she shot a bullet.

Silence fell the hallway, and that's when Mark realized Natalie perfectly shot the enemy by the leg – right by his thigh twice.

The silence was supposed to be a relief one, but Natalie can’t help but feel tension – only for her though.

That's because she definitely knows the shooter.

It was her best friend.

Natalie can't help but look twice through his eyes, and she was confident that it was him.

There was no way this is a coincidence.

She just watch him try to run away, just by jumping out of the window – as she stood there at the same time reinforcement had come to get her and Mark.

next chapter [Chapter 2]

[ Hero for Heart : Natalie's Series, Base On Her Sorrowed Past ]

[ N-DREAM MOODBOARDS ] - [ N-DREAM’S SOULMATES ]

[ MASTERLIST ]

Married To Mr Choi - TXT Series

Please read the Masterlist before continuing ahead with the chapter. (Check the warnings and read the interlude before reading the first chapter. Thank you)

Chapter 1: 

Every young girl dreams of her moment, the one where she drapes a sweet pearl gown over her figure and the sparkiest diamond headpiece over the crow of her head. Some even go as far as filling the grooms place with their ever-growing recent crush they have over the boy next door or their special friend in nursery.

Even I had those thoughts, me being the pride and joy of my family, the youngest girl -the only girl- in my house. The house of Tesoro, or Treasure in other words. Noble, famous, and extremely rich. Surely my moment in the snow gown and tiara would be the talk of the century? My marriage would be to the one I find, my soulmate, the true love and my prince that would save me from the towers I was locked in.

But as I stand here in front of my reflection, I didn’t feel any of the infatuations that I had as a young girl. No giddy or jittering feeling at the silky lace skin I wore over my own.

“What do you think of this one?”

“I don’t like it.”

A loud sigh sounded from behind me, she wasn’t even trying to hid it. The frustration dripping from between her teeth.

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i really wanna write a mafia au with stray kids or txt but i have work to do and i have no fucking clue how mafia aus work completely

time to dive into my wattapad reading lists—

This sounds so interesting! Can’t wait for the first chapter!

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Masterlist]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

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“Bro wasn’t security-maxxing” [he says with a stupid grin on his face]

Lined my doodles for my Sheith Mafia AU. Drawing these two is so much fun. Even more fun when they don't look sane!