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You stormed into the office, making your way up to Chris. Your hands met his chest, giving him a shove backwards, “What the fuck, Chris!? That was my fucking shot. Not yours.”

Chris stumbles back but steadies himself with a smirk, his eyes filling with amusement at your anger, “Relax, y/n. You act like I stole your fucking lunch money.” He laughs at his own joke, “It was a good shot, and you know it.”

He sits down, leaning back in his chair, “But if you weren’t too busy running your mouth, you would’ve seen it coming.”

You scoff, and before you speak, he cuts you off, “You should thank me. I just saved you from embarrassing yourself.”

“I’m going to kill you.” As you step forward, the chief calling for you and Chris cuts it short. Chris stands up from his chair, his brows flicking up, “Try me.” He smirks, motioning to the door, “After you, princess.”

You shove past him, stepping into the chief’s office.

Chris follows you in and you roll your eyes. The chief motions to the chairs, “Sit down. We’ve got bigger problems than your childish bickering.”

You clench your jaw, sitting down in the seat next to Chris, but you don’t pay any attention to him. You let out a sigh, “What do we have?”

The chief looks between the two of you, his tone stern as he speaks, “Look, I know.” He scoffs, “Everyone, knows you two have your issues, but I need you to understand this isn’t some kind of joke.”

You nod, “I know it’s not, chief. What’s the case?”

The chief leans back, sliding a file across the desk and Chris and you both reach for it. You snatch it before he can grab it, flipping it open.

“You’re going undercover.” The chief sighs, “You’ll be after a high-profile arms dealer. We’ve been tracking him for months, but we need someone to get in close, someone he’ll trust. His operation is on the verge of blowing wide open, and we need to know who’s pulling the strings behind him.”

You watch as he glances between you and Chris, silently tell you what you already know before leaning in, “The target’s name is Vincent Marlowe. He’s been moving weapons through legitimate businesses, using them as fronts to not get caught. We need you two to play the part of a couple getting close to him and his associates. It’s a delicate operation. Any slip-up could blow this whole thing.”

You glance over at Chris as he taps his fingers against the edge of the desk, his smirk faulting into something more, focused.

He glances over at you, “Looks like we’re stuck with each other for this one. Try not to screw it up, alright?”

He glances down at the file in your hand, pulling it from your grasp and, clearly pretends, to study it while he waits for you to go back after him.

You sigh, looking up at the chief instead, “How do you want us to do that? We play a rich couple?”

The chief nods, holding up a picture of Marlowe, showing it to both of you before continuing.

“Exactly that, y/n. Marlowe’s into high society stuff. Luxury events, private parties, the whole lifestyle. It’s the perfect opportunity to get close to him and his network. You’ll need to play the part of a rich, influential engaged couple with a lot to offer. Think.. private jets, expensive tastes, that kind of thing.”

He looks directly at you, then Chris, making sure you both understand the importance.

You give him a nod, “High end shopping, something I’d have to sell my house for.” You sigh, leaning back into your seat, “Got it.”

“We’ve got some intel on his events, it’s in the file, but nothing solid enough yet. You both know the routine, blend in, gain his trust, dig up what you can.” He pauses, giving you both a look, “Keep it subtle. No arguing, bickering, or any of that shit. Don’t be too obvious and most importantly, do not break your cover.”

Chris chuckles, glancing over as his eyebrow arches up, “Rich couple, huh? Guess I can fake it.” He smirks, clearly enjoying the thought of playing the role with someone who claims to hate him.

“It’s a job, and I for one, am good at my job, so.” You nod at the chief, “Got it. I’ll text you when we land.” You stand up from your chair, and Chris follows you, “I guess I’ll see you at the airport, princess.”

“Stop. Calling me that.” You snap, “Jesus Christ.”

He raises his hands in mock defense, “Alright, alright, I’ll lay off. I was just going to offer you a ride to the airport.”

You roll your eyes, “No, thanks. I’m good.” You walk to your office, but Chris continues to follow, “Come on, I’ll keep you from being late.”

You grab your stapler, tempted to throw it at him, but you use it on the paper in your hand, “I said, I’m good.”

“Suit yourself. Don’t cry to me when you’re late.” He turns and walks away. You roll your eyes, taking a deep breath as you take in what these next few days mean.

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You arrive to the airport, before Chris, shocking.

“Well, well, look who decided to show up early,” Chris teases with a smirk, his eyes moving over you as he tosses his bag onto a nearby seat. He looks unfazed by the time crunch, and that pissed you off even more.

“Didn’t think you had it in you.” He smirks, earning an eye roll from you, but you ignore him, mumbling low, “wasting my breath.”

Chris laughs, sitting down across from you, “Yeah, I get it. You’re so done with me, but come on. Can’t you just admit for the sake of the mission that you actually love this? You’re not fooling anyone with the whole, don’t care attitude.”

You glance up at him, “Do you ever shut up?”

He lets out a playful sigh, “Only when I’m asleep, y/n.” He leans back, grabbing his phone, “But if you want some peace and quiet, you can always just admit that I’m right.” He smirks, “I know it’s hard for you, but that can just be our little thing.”

He shoots you a wink, shaking his head as he looks down at his phone. You roll your eyes, looking away.

On the jet, you force yourself to speak, “What are our cover names?”

He leans back in the seat and stares at you, “Right.” He starts, his tone now more focused, “We’ll be using fake shit for this.” He laughs, “You’ll be Charlotte Carter, a socialite and philanthropist. Real high-class stuff.” He raises his brows, his tone sarcastic, “Got connections in all the right places.”

He glances up at you, his eyes scanning you for a moment. You scoff, “Charlotte Carter? Please, that sounds like something straight out of a comic book.” You shake your head, “But, fine. Who are you?”

“I’m Ryan Bennett. Corporate guy with a bit of a reputation.” He smirks, “Think.. rich businessman, keeps a low profile.” He shrugs, “The kind of guy who blends into the background but still gets invited to all the best parties.”

He leans back in his seat, staring at you, “Do you need me to go over it again, or do you have it?”

You roll your eyes, “I got it.” You scoff, “Now.. our engagement story.. how did-“ you motion to Chris, “Ryan, propose to-“ you motion to yourself, “Charlotte?”

Chris seemed caught off guard by the question, but he quickly covered it up, “Ryan proposed to Charlotte at a private gala.” He leans back in his seat, “A big, extravagant affair. Candlelit dinner, a string quartet in the background, the whole shebang. He got down on one knee in front of all their friends and family, because, you know, he’s classy like that.” He smirks, “And, Charlotte, being the sophisticated woman she is, said yes, but only after a little dramatic pause, of course.” His smirk grows, “How’s that sound? Think Charlotte would go for a proposal like that?”

You sit there taking in his answer for a moment, “Yeah, sure.”

“Well, you’re stuck with it, so..” he leans back, “We need to make sure our stories are straight, y/n. How we met, how long we’ve been together, you know.”

“You act like I don’t know that, Chris.” You stare at him and he laughs, “Hey, I’m just making sure.” He raises his hands, “Wouldn’t wanna leave anything to chance, right?”

You pull the file over, “Yeah, right.” You look down over it, and you can feel his eyes on you, “What?”

You flick your eyes up at him.

He leans forward, letting out a sigh, “We’ll stick to the basics for our story, alright.” He leans back giving you a shrug, “Met at an art gallery, had a whirlwind romance. Nothing too complicated. Just enough to make it sound legit.” He pauses, “You good with that?”

“Art gallery?” You think about it for a few seconds before letting out a sigh, “Yeah, that’s fine.” You turn your attention back to the file, silently cursing when Chris opens his mouth again, “Right. An art gallery. Real classy, just like you, Charlotte.”

Your eyes move to look up at him, watching as he leans back in the seat. There was a shift in the energy between the two of you, but you weren’t saying anything about it.

Chris actually stays silent for a while, letting the weight of the mission settle as you both took it in.

As the plane lands, you sit up a little to stretch. A yawn slips your lips and Chris nods, “Yeah, that flight was killer. Figured you would have slept for more than half of it.”

You roll your eyes, “I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.” You watch him stand up to gather his things, eyes leaving him as soon as he turns around.

He notices, the smirk on his face tells you, but he doesn’t say anything, “You ready to make this whole rich couple thing work? Or are you planning on taking a nap the second we hit the ground?”

You give him a shrug, “Might crash for an hour if we have time. I don’t know.” You stand up, letting out a sigh as you move to gather your bags, “My back is killing me.”

He nods, making his way towards the exit, “I’m sure those seats are awful for someone who doesn’t sit still.”

You shoot him a glare, “I sat still, what are you talking about?”

He laughs, “Come on, we can get you a coffee. You know, so you’re not falling asleep on me during the mission.” He raises an eyebrow, his tone mixed with challenge and concern, “Unless you just want to sleep through the whole damn thing.”

You roll your eyes, “Shut up.”

He laughs, “Alright, okay. I’m just saying, maybe wouldn’t be the worst thing if you did. I actually might get a break from hearing your brilliant commentary.”

I shove past him, making my way down the jet’s steps before him, “You’re insufferable, Sturniolo.”

You hear him jog to catch up to you, “Insufferable? Nah.. I’m just more entertaining than you can handle.” He laughs, “You know, you could be a little nicer about it, though. It might make this whole, couple, thing more believable.”

He winks as you glance at him and a scoff leaves your lips, “I’ll start pretending when you buy me that coffee.”

You pull the car door open and get in, closing it with a slam.

Chris walks around to the drivers side after putting his bags in the car, as soon as he gets in, he laughs, “Buy you a coffee?” He shrug, “You know what? You’ve got yourself a deal, y/n. But, only because I’m in a generous mood.”

You raise your brows, “A generous mood? That’s rare.”

He chuckles, “But don’t think that just because I’m buying you coffee, you’ve won anything.” He smirks over at you, “We both know who’s really running the show here.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, whatever.”

Chris sighs, “Keep tellin’ yourself that.” Before you had a chance to say anything else, he speaks up, “You know, for someone who acts like they can’t stand me, you’re pretty fun to mess with.”

“You’re just an idiot.” You reply dryly, which earns a laugh from Chris, “Hey, idiots make the best company, don’t they?”

You don’t answer him, you just stare out the window, and that eggs him on more, “You know, if we didn’t have so much tension, we might actually get along.”

You look over at him, “What do you mean by tension? I hate you. Plain and simple.”

He clenches his jaw, quickly pulling that cocky smirk out to play, “Yeah, well. I hate you, too. But, hate really is a strong word, though, isn’t it? We can use.. complicated. How’s that?”

You go to argue, but you know that’s exactly shat he wants, well, actually. There’s no way out of this, so you just sigh, “Yeah, complicated. Whatever.”

Chris laughs, “See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” As you pull up to the coffee place, he looks over at you, “What do you want?”

You shrug, “I don’t know. Just-“ A sigh leaves your lips, “Get me a latte, vanilla with two sugars and an extra shot of espresso.”

“Vanilla latte, two sugars, extra shot of espresso.” He repeats the order back to you with a smirk, “I’d say you’re high-maintenance, but I already knew that.” He reaches for the door, “Stay here, I’ll be back.”

You stay quiet as he gets out, taking a deep breath as you let everything settle. It wasn’t often you got a second without Chris flapping his gums, it honestly felt kind of weird without it, but you wouldn’t ever admit that to him, though.

As you wait, your mind wanders, maybe it was you just being tired, but you kept thinking about Chris, and all of this other missions you’ve been on with him.

You guys were a good team, there was no doubt about that, but he got on your nerves, you just didn’t know if it was the good thing, or bad thing.

The longer you sit in silence, the more you questioned your, hate, for him.

Either way, you felt like it wouldn’t work, your agents. You know the game. Work and relationships don’t mix most of the time.

Chris pulling the door open snapped you from your thoughts, “Here you go, one complicated drink for the most complicated person I know.”

You scoff, “Yeah, thanks.” You take it and take a sip, letting out a sigh, “Let’s just go to the hotel. Get settled in. The party we need to attend is tomorrow night, so we can just study up the case, prepare tonight.”

“Alright, sounds like a plan.” He starts the car and starts heading toward the hotel, “Classic undercover move.”

You just shake your head, not giving into the banter.

“Just don’t expect me to be all business all night.” He smirks at you, giving you a shrug, “I’m still gonna keep you on your toes.”

“Just don’t do anything that’ll piss me off.” You sigh, but he’s shooting right back, “I can promise to try.” He says with a sigh, “But let’s be honest, it’s probably going to happen anyway.”

“Of course it is. It’s what you’re good at.” You mumble, looking out at the hotel as he parks, “Let’s just.. make it through the lobby, fiancé.”

“Wouldn’t be the best fiancé if I wasn’t make sure you weren’t bored, right?” He teases and you sigh, “If it helps you sleep at night, sure. Now come around and open my door. You need to act like you actually love me.”

There was no hesitation. Chris got out and walked around quickly to pull your door open, “Anything for you, darling.” He holds his hand out and you sigh as you take it, stepping out of the car.

Chris slides his hand around your waist, “Shall we, my love?”

You slip into the role easily, a little too easy, “Let’s do it, baby.” Your eye twitches at the pet name, but you play it off, following Chris’ lead into the hotel. His hand on your waist tightens as he walks you both up to the desk, “Hello, Ryan Bennett and Charlotte Carter checking in.”

The attendant gives a warm smile, “Yes, hello. Congratulations on your engagement.”

Chris smiles big, “Yeah, I’m a lucky guy with this one here.” He glances down at you and you keep the act up, “I don’t let anyone in easy, but this guy weaseled his way in.” You laugh, catching Chris’ smirk, “Can we get two keys please?”

The attendant nods with a slight laugh, “Of course, Ms Carter.” She glances at Chris, “You know, it’s the ones you least expect that make you the happiest.” She slides the keys over, “Enjoy your stay.”

“Oh we sure will.” Chris smiles, snatching the keys from the counter, “Here, sweetheart.” He hands you the key and you take it, “Thank you, baby.” I give the attendant a smile as we turn and I let out a scoff.

“Guess she has a point, don’t she?” Chris chuckles as he presses the elevator button, “Just don’t get any ideas, alright?”

“Trust me. My mind is on anything but you.” You step onto the elevator, pressing the correct floor button as Chris walks in to stand behind you, “Sure, sure. Just don’t get comfortable pretending like I’m not the most interesting thing on your mind.”

His voice is low, almost like he’s daring you to argue with him.

You sigh, sipping your coffee, “mhm, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

As the doors open, Chris walks out first and you furrow my brows, “What? Did I piss you off for a change?”

Chris stops in his tracks, turning slightly as he repeats your words, “Piss me off?” He’s got this look on his face, like he’s deciding on whether to be irritated or entertained, “Nah, just wasn’t expecting you to be so.. calm, about everything. Thought you’d be more, I don’t know, fired up?”

You laugh, giving him a shrug, “I’ve had my coffee, so I’m good for a while.”

As you walk down the hall, Chris follow you, “You’re not exactly good at hiding what’s on your mind, you know.” He stops as you press the key to the door, “You and I both know that if I pissed you off, I’d know it by now.”

His hand slides over the door, pushing it open, “After you, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, walking in. You instantly take notice to there being only one bed and you let out a sigh that feels like you’ve been holding in for hours, “Of. Course.”

Chris steps up next to you, a smirk plastered on his face, his tone teasing, “Looks like someone didn’t do their homework.” He walks over, tossing his bag down on the floor by the dresser, “I mean, it is our bed, right?”

You set your bag down on the chair, ignoring him completely as you try not to let him bother you.

“Relax, y/n.” He chuckles, “You can always sleep on the floor if you’re that upset about it.” He shakes his head as he pulls the files from his bag.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” You snap, “Screw that.”

“Fine, fine. Your choice, but hey, if you really can’t handle sharing a bed with me, I’m sure we can figure out something else, alright.” He shrugs, “I’m just.. offering ideas.”

“We can share the damn bed, Chris. We’re both adults, well. One of us, at least.” You flick a brow up, “Just.. keep your hands to yourself.” You motion, “There’s a sign downstairs about a cocktail hour, figured we could go, blend in.”

“Relax, sweetheart,” he says, his tone saturated in amusement, “You’re not my type anyway.” He sends you a wink before bending down to pull out a new dress shirt, “That’s a good idea, blending in is the way to go.”

Something twisted inside of you, almost like his words hurt you, but you didn’t want to accept it, so you masked it with a laugh, “Good.” You pull your dress out of your bag and start walking towards the bathroom.

You stop as Chris speaks, “Try not to take too long getting ready, alright? I’d hate to have to drink alone while you spend an hour fixing your hair.”

He was teasing you, but you were pissed. About what? You weren’t sure, but your words let him know exactly how you were feeling, that’s for damn sure, “Go. Have a drink by yourself, like I fucking care.”

You could feel his eyes on you. As you glance back, he sighs quietly, his tone lower than usual, “Yeah, alright.” He pause like he’s thinking about saying more, but he doesn’t. He just turns to throw his shirt on the bed, eyes not even on you anymore, “Just don’t keep me waiting, too long.”

You hesitate, but inevitably walk into the bathroom, and that’s the first time any room you and Chris have ever been in, felt like that.

You didn’t even know what to call that. Chris always got under your skin, but that.. that was different.

As you slip on your dress, you ear the quiet shuffle of Chris in the room. You walk back out and within the time it took you both to change, Chris’ smirk was back on his face, “Damn.”

You watch as his eyes scan up and down your figure. He forces himself to look away, rolling the sleeves on his shirt up, “Guess we’ll have no problem getting people to believe we’re together.” He glances up, “Are you about ready or do you need another five minutes to stare at yourself?”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah we both look rich, I get it, and no. I can put my lipstick on in the elevator.” You sit down on the bed to put your heels on, and you can feel Chris’ stare burning into you, “No need to get all defensive, just don’t want you to keep me waiting like you always do.”

“Oh my god, I’m ready.” You sigh, standing up to grab your small bag, “You know.. for someone who said I wasn’t their type, you sure are having trouble keeping your eyes off of me.”

You glance over at him and he opens the door. As you walk out, he chuckles, “You noticed that, huh?” He follows you out, “Guess that means you were lookin’ at me too.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you watch him push the elevator button. You dig in your purse pulling out your mirror and your lipstick, flicking both open to paint your lips.

Chris turns to face you as he leans against the wall, “And just for the record, I didn’t say you weren’t attractive, I just said you weren’t my type.”

You laugh slightly, continuing to try and cover up your real feelings towards it, “Is that supposed to bother me? Me not being your type?”

You step onto the elevator after him and he chuckles, “I don’t know, sweetheart.” He smirks, tilting his head ever so slightly, “But you’re sure working hard to act like it doesn’t.”

You clench your jaw, closing your eyes before looking down to toss your mirror and lipstick back into your small bag.

Before you can even say a word, he steps up behind you, his voice lower as he cuts you off, “It’s okay, though..” he pauses, “I get under your skin. You get under mine. That’s kinda our thing, isn’t it?”

You tilt your head, “I’m not-“ you pause, “Let’s just get through this hour so I can go back to the room and sleep on the damn floor.”

As soon as the doors open, you walk off, Chris following you with an amused huff, “Suit yourself, but if you wake up sore as hell in the morning, don’t expect me to listen to you complain about it.”

He pulls the door open and rests his hand on your lower back, leaning in to whisper low for only you to hear, “Showtime, sweetheart. Try not to look like you wanna kill me in front of all these people, yeah?”

With being reminded about the mission, you snap into action, playing the role of Charlotte Carter, Ryan Bennett’s fiancé.

With a smile, you walk with Chris to the bar. As Chris notices your smile, he leans in, almost sounding like he was admiring you, “There she is.”

He looks at the bartender and orders two drinks.

It didn’t take long for them to come out and Chris hands you yours and holds his glass up slightly, “To a long and happy engagement.” He toasts before clinking his glass with yours.

“To a long and happy engagement.” You repeat, bringing your glass up to your lips to take a sip.

His eyes stay on you over the rim of his glass, searching for anything real under the facade you’re trying to hard to hold up.

You don’t crack, you just scan the room, the smile still holding strong on your lips.

Chris leans in, “See anyone interesting?” He asks, gaming another sip of his drink, his hand staying on your waist. His thumb deliberately brushes over the fabric on your hip as he leans in to whispers just so you can hear, “Or are you too busy trying not to stab me with that tiny cocktail straw?”

“What are you doing?” You mumble, bringing your glass to your lips, “Your eyes should be on the room, not me, Ryan.”

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re not going to stab someone with that straw, Charlotte.” He chuckles, “But I’ll take note, next time I’ll keep my eyes on the room, since you’d rather be left alone.”

You shifted subtly at his words, a small sigh escaping your nose. It felt suffocating to be next to him. In the dress. In the room, surrounded by all of these people.

You didn’t know what was happening. You could feel the burn in your eyes and it confused you more than anything.

You pulled it together, taking another sip of your drink before shaking your head, “Whatever.”

Chris caught on, immediately catching the subtle shift in your energy, your posture. His hand tighten on your waist, pulling you closer to him with ease, “You know..” his tone is quiet, casual, “I didn’t mean to push you. I’m just trying to keep us in character.”

You tilt your head up, feeling that same burn returning and you decided to exit before it progressed. You left out a slight laugh, “yeah, character.” You set your glass down, avoiding eye contact with him, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Without another word, you turn, making your way through the crowd and into the bathroom. You immediately went up to the counter, hands gripping it tight as you tried to control your breathing.

Were you having a panic attack?

Did Chris really get under your skin this bad?

Was it the mission?

Was it being somewhere you felt like you didn’t belong and you feel like people knew?

Maybe it was a mix of everything.

But one thing you did know, was that this, has never happened to you before, and you weren’t really sure on what to do but fake it until you made it.

Meanwhile, while you were pulling yourself together, Chris made his way over, leaning against the wall as he waited for you to come out.

As you pull yourself together, you took a deep breath, slipping back into the role of Charlotte and smiled at yourself in the mirror. You turned, making your way out of the bathroom with the same, happy go lucky smile.

You glanced over, seeing Chris push himself up from the wall with the look like he’s trying to dissect what just happened. He walks up to you, “There she is.” His eyes scan over your face, “You good now, or should I be worried about you coming after me with that straw?”

You hold your ground, trying not to let anything show through the cracks, but Chris can read you, it’s what he does for a living, you weren’t stupid.

You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder, “You’re so funny, Ryan.” You slide your hand around his arm, nudging him subtly, “Come on, let’s go mingle.”

He knew not to be dumb and say he doesn’t fully believe you, because he knew you both couldn’t afford to have you walk off again.

He laughs slightly, “Yeah, yeah, I’m hilarious.” He leads you into the crowd, keeping up the playful act, “Don’t get too comfortable with the other guests.”

You laugh, “Oh please, you know I like talking all my fancy talk with people.” You giggle, “I think I need another drink, also, Vincent Marlowe is right up there.”

Chris notices the shift in your tone when you say the targets name. He nods, laying his hand on your lower back, “Alright, alright, let’s get you that drink, sweetheart.” He leads you to the bar, leaning in to whisper, “We’ll get Marlowe in no time.”

You lean on the bar, happily telling the bartender what you wanted, “And then.” You look at Chris, “Whatever my fiancé wants, please.”

Chris orders his drink, keeping it simple before his eyes move back to study you. He doesn’t gaze long, knowing how short fused you are right now.

He just slowly grazes his thumb over your lower back as his eyes scan out over the crowd. He turns back as the bartender sets down your glasses and he picks his up.

He angles it towards yours, “To us.” He clinks his glass against yours and leans in to whisper, “And keeping up appearances.”

You smile, keeping up with the facade, “Perfect toast, honey.” You clink your glass to his and take a sip. You look around before leaning in closer to Chris, whisper into your glass, “He’s coming down here.”

Chris’ posture becomes more on alert with your words, his hand tightening around your waist as he plays the cool, collected role, “Good.” He mumbles into his glass, turning to step closer to you, “Stick to the script. We’re a happy couple. Don’t get too cozy with him. Can’t afford to throw everything off.”

You clench your jaw at his words, tilting your head slightly, but you keep the smile on your face, pretending like he didn’t just act like you don’t know what you’re doing here.

Vincent Marlowe finally approaches and there’s a shift in the air.

“Ah, the happy couple as I live and breathe.” He chuckles, eyes grazing between you and Chris as he offers his hand to Chris first.

Chris shakes it, watching as his hand moves to you. You reach out, shaking his hand and you force your smile as Vincent’s hand lingers on yours, almost like he’s taking in every detail.

“Vincent Marlowe.” He finally introduced himself, a slight bow of his head, “Charlotte and Ryan, correct?”

“That’s right.” Chris nods, and you smile, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Marlowe.” You slide your arm around Chris’ waist, “Lovely cocktail hour, is it not?”

Vincent notices your arm going around Chris and he watches, almost like he’s sizing the both of you up, “Oh, please. The pleasure is all mine, Charlotte.” He offers a smile, “It is lovely indeed.”

His attention stays on you, “You two make quite the couple.” He glances at Chris then back to you. Chris’ hand stiffens on your waist, a protective hold, “Thank you, Vincent.”

Vincent chuckles, “It’s always good to see people so well matched.“

Chris immediately steps in casually, “Thank you, we’ve been together for a while now.” He looks over, holding your gaze just enough to keep it believable before glancing back at Vincent.

Vincent nods, “quite the lovely story.” His tone tells you that’s he’s buying into your fake facade, but his demeanor screams that he isn’t a fool, “You two should join me for dinner later.”

You give him a nod with a small smile, “Dinner sounds lovely, Mr. Marlowe. Just tell us the time and the place.”

Vincent is someone who doesn’t take being turned down too lightly, your agreeance fueled the fire in his eyes, “Excellent. I’ll have my assistant send over the details.” He pauses, “It’ll be a private affair, of course, just the right atmosphere to get to know each other better.”

You and Chris can feel the game Vincent is playing, you’re both on edge, but remain calm.

“Looking forward to it.” Chris says with a nod, and Vincent nods, his gaze lingering on you and chris for a moment, “I’ll see you soon.”

He walks away, leaning you and Chris alone.

Chris doesn’t move, he just lets out a slow breath, “That went well.”

“Yeah.” I sigh, bringing my glass to my lips, “What do you think dinner is going to entail?”

Chris leans back against the bar, his eyes scanning out over the crowd as he brings his own glass to his lips for a slow drink, “It’s gonna be a game, probably. Marlowe doesn’t invite people to dinner unless he thinks there’s something to gain.” He shifts his weight slightly, his hand still pressing to your hip, “We’ve gotta play it cool. Keep up the act, make him feel like he’s in control, but he’s not someone we want to underestimate.”

His eyes flick over to you before moving back out to the crowd, “We need to be ready for anything. Stay sharp, keep him interested.”

You nod silently, your gaze meeting the floor before all of those unusual feeling rush forward at an even harder rate. You take a deep breath, pulling yourself together, “We got this.”

Chris notices your shift in your demeanor, but he doesn’t say anything. He just steps closer, his shoulder brushing against yours with a sincere tone, “Remember, we’re a team. Whatever happens in that dinner, we’ve got each other’s backs.”

He glances over at you, “let’s just make it through the night. We’re almost done.”

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As you walk up to the desk, the attendant smiles politely, “Hello. How can I help you?”

“Any messages for Ryan Bennett or Charlotte Carter?”

The attendant slides an envelope across the counter and Chris takes it, turning towards you as he opens it. Inside is a small paper, Marlowe Private Estate. Seven O’Clock. Arrive Promptly.

Chris scoffs, shaking his head. He turns back to the desk attendant, “Thank you.” He turns, walking a few steps away with you, “You ready for this?” He pauses, giving you time to answer.

You look up at him, “I don’t have a choice.” You straighten up, “I’m good.”

Chris’ eyes scan over your face before he nods, “Good. Come on. No time to waste.” He lays his hand on your back as he leads you out of the hotel and to the car.

The car ride itself was quiet.

No one said a word.

It made it feel a lot longer than it actually was.

As soon as the car stops, Chris is out and walking around to open your door. He holds his hand out and you promptly take it, allowing him to help as you step out. He leans in, whispering just for you to hear, “Let’s make this count.”

You give him a nod, a fake smile forming on your lips as you follow Chris up to the door.

“Ryan Bennet. Charlotte Carter.” The butler nods, “Good evening.” He pulls the door open, motioning for you both to walk in, “Right this way.” He walks past you and Chris, leading the way.

The interior of Marlowe’s house is rich, luxurious. Dark wood paneling, high ceilings, and perfectly arranged furniture. Every surface conveys power and wealth.

No sign of danger as of right now, but it was just the beginning of the night.

Chris hand brushed against your back as he leaned in to whisper, “Keep your guard up. He’s been known to test people, see how much he can push.”

You give him a nod, keeping your composure as you walk into a room with Marlowe and a few other guests sitting by a big fireplace.

“You look perfect.” Chris whispers, and you felt your chest tighten. It felt both genuine and for the act, which only made your feelings push harder at the dam you quickly built.

You stayed silent and Chris rubbed his thumb over your back, “Let’s just blend in and see what we can see.”

You nod, following the butler up to be reintroduced to Marlowe. He notices you immediately, “Ah, Ms Carter. Mr. Bennet.” He greets as he stands, “I’m glad you could make it tonight. It’s not every day I have such illustrious company.”

He motions to the men in the room, “Charlotte, Ryan, I’d like to you to meet a few of my good friends. This is Harry Devers. Logan Marren, and last but not least, Steven Driers.”

None of those names ring a bell for you for Chris. You both offer polite nods and nice to meet you’s.

“I trust the trip was comfortable?” Marlowe asks, and Chris responds smoothly, “Of course, Mr. Marlowe. Thank you for hosting us.”

After a while of conversation, you smile, “Everything has been perfect, thank you. We’re happy to be here.”

Vincent studies you for a moment, trying to figure out if your smile is as genuine as you’re making it out to be, “I heard quite a lot about you two.” He pauses, “A power couple, some would say.”

He picks up before either you or Chris could speak, “It’s not often I meet people who understand the weight of the game. But then again, I suspect you already do.”

Chris response, his tone and smirk full of charm, “We’re just here for the fun, Mr. Marlowe. We don’t need the spotlight.”

“A power couple, huh?” You laugh lightly, “I wouldn’t say we’re that just yet.”

“Ah, modesty. I appreciate that.” Vincent chuckles, “Well then, I do hope you both enjoy the evening. There’s plenty to see.. and plenty to learn.” He gives a nod before walking off to take you into the next part of the night.

You glance over at Chris, looking away before he notices, or maybe he already did. You didn’t care, you bring your drink up to your lips and finish what little bit of liquid you had left.

You feel the weight of the room pressing in on you, the conversations swirling around you like a dance that you feel you’re just barely keeping up with.

As you set your glass down on the nearest tray, you catch Vincent looking at you and Chris, offering him a small subtle smile in return.

As he looks away, your eyes move to Chris and he smirks, which confused you, but he’s probably just keeping up with the act, “You good?”

You keep up the act, “yeah, great.”

Chris studies you for a second, his eyes narrowing as he seems to be looking for anything that gives it away that you’re not being fully honest.

His tone tinted with sarcasm, “Good. Because if you’re going to keep playing the part, we need to make sure we’re both on the same page. Don’t want Marlowe catching on to anything, right?”

You nod, tilting your head at him, “I know, sweetheart.”

Chris keeps his eyes on you, “I know you’ve got this, but if you need me to step in, just say the word.”

You swallow, “I’m fine, I’ll be fine.”

Chris nods, “We should probably get some air.” He motions towards the balcony, “Marlowe’s not the only one with eyes on us. Let’s give them something to talk about.”

You nod, walking towards the balcony with you on his arm.

The cool air hits you as you step out, the conversation fading as you grow further away from it. You take a much needed deep breath, feeling like you can finally fill your lungs.

“You sure you’re okay?”

Chris’ words sting, but you play if off, “Can we not do this now?” You glance over at him, “I’m fine.”

“Alright, alright.” He lifts his hands from the banister, “Well talk later, I get it.”

You clench your jaw, now really wanting to say anything, you knew he was going to ask about what happened at the cocktail party prior to this.

Your eyes glance over at him as leans casually against the railing, his posture relaxed, but there’s still a watchful sense in his eyes.

You look out, taking in the city lights scattered below, and how, despite the weight of the mission, everything feels almost normal, like it’s just two people simply enjoying a moment together.

Chris breaks the silent, leaning into you, “You’re doing a hell of a job pretending, I’ll give you that. Marlowe’s eating it up.”

A small smile rests on your lips, “That’s the plan right?” You glance over at him as he continues, “We can keep playing the part until we get what we need. Then, we go from there. Deal?”

You nod, “Deal.”

“Alright then, let’s get back to the show.” Chris offers his arm and you take it, filling your lungs with the fresh air before walking back in to be swallowed by the weight of the mission.

“Get ready, this is the part where we seal the deal.” Chris whispers before you make your way up to Vincent. Chris speaks up, “Mr. Marlowe, hope you don’t mind us taking a brief breather. Just needed to catch up a bit. It’s not every day we get invited to something this exclusive.”

Vincent chuckles, pleased by the attention, “Of course, of course. It’s been a pleasure having you both here. I trust you’re finding everything to your liking?”

Chris leans in, making the moment between them private, “Absolutely. We were just talking about that dinner you said about, seems like the perfect opportunity to continue our chat, maybe discuss future plans, you know?”

Vincent seems intrigued by Chris’ words, but he’s not easily swayed.

That’s where you step in, “We were actually hoping to discuss more than just a partnership over dinner.” You begin, “I think we both see the potential in aligning ourselves with someone like you. We’ve got the connections, the influence, and I believe you’re the kind of person who takes an opportunity when it’s right in front of him.”

There’s a pause, the weight of your words settling into his mind before he nods, “I think dinner sounds like a fine idea.” Still, he’s no fool, he knows you’re offering more than just words, and yet, he’s eager to see where this leads, “Let’s make it happen, shall we?”

“Perfect, Mr. Marlowe.” You give him a smile, “Let us know when and where works for you and we will see you then.” You offer your hand to seal the deal.

He takes it, gripping it firmly, “I’ll have my assistant reach out with the details,” he says, giving a nod of approval. “Looking forward to it.”

With that, he walks away.

Chris leans in, “Nice work.” He brushes his hand against your back, “Let’s just make sure we’re ready when the dinner rolls around. This is where things get interesting.”

Chris walks forward and you follow him out to the car. As he opens your door for you, his eyes scan over your face, “So, we got his attention. What’s the next step?”

“Talk in the car.” You whisper as you get in. Chris closes the door and walks around to slip into the drivers seat.

You keep your gaze out the windshield, “So we have him on the hook.” You glance over at Chris, “How do we really sell it at dinner?”

“We play it like we’ve been playing it all along.” he says glancing at you, “We’re the picture-perfect couple. Rich, in love, completely head over heels for each other. We keep it light, keep it playful. Make Marlowe think he’s seeing the real deal.”

You nod, “Good plan.”

Chris nods, “It’s all about control. We need him to believe we’re just like every other couple chasing the next thing, playing the game, you know? The more we show him that we’ve got it all together, the more he’ll trust us.”

After a moment of silence, Chris speaks up, “You good with that? You’re in control too, you know.”

You glance over at him, “Yeah, I know. I’m fine with it, I trust you.” You look back out at the road, the weight of the day weighing heavy on you. Before Chris can say anything about it, you pull your phone out and call the Chief, filling him in on everything.

The rest of the ride to the hotel was silent after the call ended.

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Once you’re back in the room, the door clicks shut behind you, and you can finally let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

Chris leans up against the wall, “We did good tonight, but tomorrow’s the real test.”

You glance back at him with a nod as you kick off your heels, “we did good.” You turn, rummaging through your bag, and you were just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

After a few moments of silence, and his stare burning into the back of you, he speaks, “You sure you’re alright?”

“I’m tired.” You lie, your words a mumble, “I’m going to go for a shower if you don’t need in there.” You lay your clothes over your arm and turn to look at him.

He stares at you, almost like he wants to ask more, but he doesn’t, “Nah, you go ahead.” He steps out of the way, “I’ll be here if you want to talk later.”

You nod, making your way into the bathroom. You turn it on, stripping off your clothes from the night and you step in. As soon as the water hits you, it’s like the key to getting all of those pent up feelings out.

Chris, being a big part of them, was also having his own feelings outside. Even though you tried to keep your sobs as silent as possible, he heard them. He just chose to let you have your moment.

Meanwhile, you were going through something that’s never happened before. You have never felt so out of place on a mission before. You have never been nervous, wanted to turn away, back out, nothing, like you do right now.

Things were blurring, that line between work and play was starting to merge together, at least on your end.

Chris gets under your skin, like, really gets under your skin, but you liked it. He didn’t make it easy for you, but when he said what he said, it was like gut punch, causing you to puke up all these feelings that were just under the surface and now you don’t know what to do.

You pull yourself together, allowing yourself to calm down before you got out and started to dry off.

You took your time and got dressed, making it look like you weren’t just crying under the stream of water before walking out.

Chris is sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes flicking up to you as you walk out. You motion, “Shower’s free.”

He nods, “Thanks.”

You walk over to drop your clothes by your bag and Chris breaks the silence again, “You alright?”

Your heart drops into your stomach, but you play it cool, “Yeah, I think I just needed a shower.” You look at him, and he doesn’t look convinced but he doesn’t push. He nods, standing up to walk towards the bathroom.

He stops, “You know..” he hesitates, eyes searching the wall like he’s trying to figure out what he wants to say, “You don’t have to fake it with me.”

With that, he walks into the bathroom, the door closing and the sound of the shower fills the quiet space.

You walk over, sitting on the edge of the bed with your eyes glued to the floor. Your head, that’s normally a calm, cool, and collected place, was being ransacked by everything all at once.

Chris’ words echoed in your mind, you don’t have to fake it with me.

But wasn’t that the whole point? To fake it? To play your part so well that even you believed it?

The sound of the shower turning off snaps you back to reality and you wipe your face. You grab the tv remote and lean back against the headboard, flipping through the channels on the tv like you’re not on the verge of packing up and pulling from this mission.

“There’s nothing good on.” I glanced over at him, watching as he walks over and sits on his side of the bed. He nods, “Yeah, hotel tv is always garbage.” He leans back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches you flip through the channels, “You’re just flipping to flip now.”

You laugh slightly, tossing the remote down as you chew on your lip, thinking about what you want to say, how you want to say it.

“You don’t have to say anything, but if you do, I’m here.” Chris whispers, lying back against the headboard, his eyes are on the tv but his tone is genuine.

After a moment of silence, you finally give in, “I’m just, a mess.. I guess.”

“Yeah.” Chris acknowledges it, “You’ve been holding it together all day.” He turns his head towards you, “You don’t have to do that with me.”

His eyes stay on you, like he’s waiting for you to finally take off the mask, “Is it.. the mission? Or is it more?”

You shrug, “It’s.. everything. The mission, the luxury, the pressure, and-“ you stop before you say anything else. Your teeth gnaw at your cheek as you debate on whether or not you even want to say anything about him.

A part of you feels stupid.

Chris stays quiet, his eyes staying on you, “And?” His tone is gentle, “You don’t have to hold it all in, y/n.”

You take a deep breath, “You.” Your words are quiet, “It’s you.. and you..” I shake my head, “You telling me I wasn’t your type, was like a surprise gut punch that made me realize that I had actual feelings for you.”

You blink, “I thought we were just two people who got under each others skin for the hell of it, the fun of it, whatever, but apparently there’s more I didn’t even know was there.”

“And then the mission..” You continue, “I feel so.. out of place here. I don’t do the fancy dresses. I don’t do the luxury. I feel like I don’t belong here and every rich bitch down there was judging me and I feel like I was going to get us killed because they knew that. That dress I had on, one of the worst dresses I’ve ever put on.”

You keep going, “And then the pressure of this mission, I’m usually good with pressure, I’m good with this kind of stuff, and the fact that I’m losing my shit scares me because it’s not something that I do.”

You go quiet, your own words setting into you just like they are for Chris. He sits there silently as he processes before finally letting out a breath, “You don’t belong in that dress, y/n. You belong in your own element. You’re doing this mission better than anyone could, and I know it feels like a lot right now, but it doesn’t help that you’ve been handling it all on your own. As for the pressure, you’re not losing it. You’re just.. human.”

You glance over at him, your eyes staying on him as he pauses. His eyes moving to meet yours, “And about me..” His voice is quiet, “I’m not saying you’re not my type. What I meant was…”

He pauses, trying to find the right words, “I was trying to protect myself from what I feel for you, because this mission is dangerous enough without letting things get messy.” He shifts slightly, his words coming out with more honesty than you’ve heard from him before, “But I’m not doing a great job at it, am I?”

He chuckles slightly and you crack a smile, “We’re both not doing so hot right now.”

He shifts on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. “Look, if you need a moment to figure this all out, I get it. But don’t think for one second you’re in this alone.”

He looks over at you, “We’re in this together. All of it.”

You nod, shifting to face him more, “That’s why I’m losing it, too. I’m trying to stay professional and on top of this mission and with you in my head, it’s hard. If anything were to happen to you because I wasn’t on my A-game, I couldn’t ever live with myself.” You hold your gaze on him, “That’s why I wasn’t talking much, barely acting myself, I was holding myself together and I was scared that if I spoke, I’d break in the worst moment.”

“I get it. I do.” Chris nods, “I’m not asking you to put this mission before yourself or us. You’re not the only one struggling with this, y/n.” He leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours, “I know the stakes are high, and I know how much you care about the mission, but you’re more than just a partner to me, y/n.”

You nod, “You’re more than just a partner to me, too, Chris.”

His eyes soften at your words, “And that’s what scares the hell out of me. Because I don’t want to be the reason you get distracted. I don’t want to be the one who makes you feel like you’re losing control of yourself.” He reaches over, his hand brushing against yours, “But I want you to know, no matter how much this gets to us, we’ve got each other. We’ll get through this, together. We always do.”

You glance down at his hand on yours, which lingers for a moment, as he waits for you to respond.

You turn your hand, giving his a gentle squeeze, “I think the only reason I was a mess was because I didn’t know how to tell you. I think with what you said, now knowing you were trying to protect yourself, I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same, and I’d lose you completely.”

He runs his thumb over your knuckles, giving you a nod, “You don’t ever have to worry about that.” He starts quietly, “I was just trying to keep us both safe, trying not to lose my focus and make this mission harder than it already is. But losing you? That’s not something I can even imagine. I’m not going anywhere, y/n. Not now, not ever. I feel the same way, even if I didn’t know how to say it.”

You nod, keeping your eyes on his as he squeezes your hand, “We’ll make it through this together. No more pretending, no more pushing things aside. We’ve got each other.” He pauses, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips, “And I promise, I’ll be here, every step of the way.”

You stare at him, letting the silence settle for a second.

You keep your eyes on his then move them to his lips, allowing them to linger for a second before looking back into his eyes, “How’s it feel to be the one that broke the y/n y/l/n, huh?”

You laugh slightly, making light of the situation, and he smirks as he leans in a little bit closer, “Feels pretty damn powerful, actually.” he teases before he pauses, his face softening as his eyes scan over your face, “In all seriousness, y/n. I never wanted to be the one to make you feel like this. I just.. I didn’t know how to handle it, how to say the right things when everything got so.. complicated?”

He reaches forward, slowly brushing a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lightly brushing your cheek, “But I’m glad it’s out there now, and you’re not broken.” He shakes his head, “Not by a long shot. But if I broke the y/n y/l/n, guess that means I’m the one who gets to fix her, right?”

He raises an eyebrow, his lips forming into a smile.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” You smile, letting out a slight laugh, “You’re the only one who could piss me off and expect me to be right back there a minute later looking for another fight.”

“Guess I’m just lucky.” He smirks with a chuckle, leaning into closer, “I’ll take that as a compliment. I must be doing something right if I can keep you coming back for more.”

You nod, tilting your head, “Something’s right, that’s for sure.”

He smiles, eyes scanning over your features, “I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

You shake your head, “Neither would I.” You lean in, closing the space with your lips on his in a gentle kiss at first, but something shifts and you move to your knees in front of him. Your lips still moving with his as your arm snakes around his neck.

Chris responds immediately, his hands moving to your waist to stable you as he moves closer to you. His hand comes up to gently caress your cheek as he mumbles against your lips, “Been waitin’ for this.”

You smirk against his lips, turning to straddle his waist, “So have I.” You whispered as you lean forward, pushing him back to lay down. Your lips trail back his jaw and he lets out a low groan, tilting his head to give you more access.

“Guess we’re both a little overdue, huh?” He slides his hand up your back, gently grabbing the back of your neck to pull you into a heated kiss, a deeper kiss.

You grind down on him, earning another groan and his grip on your hip tightens, pulling you closer.

You had his full attention.

His hands slide down, pulling at the hem of your shirt and you break the kiss just to pull it off. His eyes scan up and down your bare torso and chest as his hands slide up to your sides.

He sits up, pressing his lips to yours before leaning back slightly, “Are you sure about this?” His voice was low, asking permission before moving to do anything else.

You give him a nod, lips pressing to his, “Never been so sure about anything.”

He responds with an even deeper kiss, his hands pulling you closer before rolling you over onto your back, lips still working against yours.

“I need you.” You whisper out, tilting your head back as he trails kisses back your jaw, stopping at your ear to whisper, “I need you, too, y/n.”

He presses kisses to neck, his hand sliding down to slip into your sweats. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel his fingers press to your clit, rubbing small circles as he presses his lips to yours once more.

Your breath hitches as his pressure grows harder, “Chris, please.” Your back lifts from the bed to press your chest against his. A moan leaving your lips as his fingers slip down and curl into you, “Fuck.”

“You’re gonna be so worth the wait.” Chris mumbles against your lips, moving to kiss back your jaw.

You let out a louder moan as his fingers work in and out of you, “Shit, yes.” You breathe out, “Yes.”

He pulls his hand away, out from your sweats and he grips the sides, pulling them down. His hands move to push his own down, his eyes trailing up your body as he holds his lip between his teeth, “You’re fucking perfect.”

Your face softens at his words, reaching out for him as he leans down. His lips immediately finding yours as his arm hooks your leg over it to bend it upward.

You whimper, your breathing rapid with the anticipation of what comes next.

As he slides into you, his name leaves your lips in a pleasure filled moan, “Chris, Chris.” You gasp, pulling him closer and he groans into your neck, “Y/n.. fuck, you feel so good.”

He quickly gets into a pace, it’s slow, almost like he’s trying to feel every inch of what you’re offering to him.

Your nails dig into his back, your leg tightening around his arm, “Feels so good.” Your head tilts back, gasping out as his lips suck a mark into your skin.

His voice is low, “You have no idea how much you mean to me, y/n. You’re everything I never knew I needed.” His lips trail up your neck to your lips, moving with them in a heated motion.

His pace picks up and he groans, “Can’t get enough of you.”

“I’m-“ you gasp, back arching from the bed, “Fuck, I’m not going anywhere.”

“M’never letting you go.” He mumbles against your lips before deepening the kiss. His grip on your body tightening as his pace grows harder.

Your nails drag up his back, leaving red lines in its path, “Fuck, yes. Yes.”

You were already there, on the verge of becoming a mess under him. You weren’t sure if it was the tension building up over time, or if it was the fact that what you both wanted was finally happening, but you were there.

And Chris knew it.

With his full attention being on you, he could tell from every movement you made, every sound you made, “Come for me, baby.” He groans low, “Fuck, I can feel you’re right there, just let go for me.”

His words push you into the deep end, pleasure engulfing you as your body tenses and tightens around him, whines slipping from your lips with moans automatically following.

His eyes are glued to your face as he guides you through, watching how your eyes squeeze shut and your lips part as your breathing becomes more rapid.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers before crashing his lips onto yours, “so fucking beautiful.”

His thrusts grow sloppy and you tighten your leg around his waist, “Don’t stop.” You plead, “Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Not stopping.” He assures, his lips pressing to yours harder. He groans against them, moving to press open mouth kisses down your neck as he groans louder.

You can feel his cock twitching inside of you, giving you what you wanted most in this moment, “Fuck.” You gasp out, “Chris.”

You both stay still for a second, taking in what just happened. You hold him tighter, hand gently dragging up and down his back.

He shifts, lying next to you with his face still in your neck. His hand gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze, “You okay?”

You nod, smiling up at the ceiling as your hand moves to lay on his head, fingers gently scratching, “Better now.” You turn your head, “You?”

“Better now.” He whispers against your neck, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, “Didn’t know I had it in me to break the infamous y/n.”

You laugh, “Well, you did.” I look down at him, “So what’s next? You want to go over how we’ll get Marlowe to agree to partner with us, or do you have another idea?”

Chris smirks, his fingers gently grazing your skin, “As much as I’d love to run through our game plan, I think we’ve had enough mission talk for one night.” He raises a brows, “Unless you’re telling me you’d rather talk business than stay right here, of course.”

You smirk, “Yeah, I’ve had enough business talk for one night.” You move around, pulling the blankets up over both you and Chris.

He shifts around, pulling you to his chest and he lets out a sigh, “That’s what I like to hear.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head, “Get some sleep. You need to shut your brain off for a bit. We’ll focus on handling Marlowe tomorrow.”

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Thank you so much for reading and thank you so much for being patient with me. I hope you liked this. Let me know. As always, I love you, catch you in the next one! 🖤

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“Here is your envelope.”

You reach out, retrieve the important square from the doctor, “Thank you.” She gives you a smile, “The gender is on the ultrasound that’s in there.”

“That’s crazy.” Matt laughs anxiously, “Oh my gosh.”

“You guys are all good to go.” She stands up, “You can set up your next appointment at the front desk when you’re ready.”

“Thank you.” You smile and turn to Matt as she leaves, “It’s here. The gender.. it’s in here.” He presses a kiss to your head, “Yeah, and it’s talking all I have not to snatch it and rip it open.”

“No, I know. Same.” You laugh, sliding down from the table, “Do you think Nick and Chris can handle keeping this from us?”

“I think.” He nods, cracking a smile, “Maybe it’s best if we just avoid them for the next week.”

You laugh, “I think they’ll be able to keep it a secret.”

“Nick will duct tape Chris’ mouth shut. I’m just glad you wanted to include them.” You furrow your brows, “Why wouldn’t I? They’ve been the absolute best these last few months.”

He nods, “They sure have.” He runs his finger along the edge of the white paper in your hand, “C’mon, we should probably go before we rip this open.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

After getting home from the hospital, Matt walks in with you, calling out, “He-“

“Give me.” Nick appears out of no where, taking the envelope from your gasp, “Thank you.” He turns and Chris jumps up, “Do you want us to record this so you can watch it later on?”

“Yes.” You answer instantly, “Please.”

They give you a thumbs up and walk back the hall. For some reason, you get a feeling to pull your phone out, “Chris and Nick just took the envelope back to look at the baby’s gender.” You look at Matt, “I feel like we-“

Screams erupt from back the hall and Matt snaps his head, “Oh they’re excited.”

You cover your mouth, tears forming in your eyes, “Oh my gosh. That was so loud.”

Matt slowly runs his hand over our bump, “I’m going with it’s a girl.” He looks at you, “I heard more Nick in that mess of screams.”

“Really? I’m going boy, I thought I heard Chris.” You laugh, “Well, I guess we’ll find out next week.” You toss your phone down and sit down, letting out a sigh, “Oh shit. I forgot my water out in the car.”

“I’ll get it.” As Matt stands up, the door opens and Chris and Nick walk out like nothing happened.

“Well..” Matt shrugs and Nick looks at him, “Well.. what? How’d your appointment go?”

“It was good. Did you like the results?” You ask and Chris scoffs, “What results?”

“Oh, okay.” You laugh, “I see.”

Matt laughs, “I’ll be right back in.” He walks out to the car and Nick sits next to you, “Can I feel your belly? I want to see if I can feel any kicks yet.”

You nod, leaning back, “it might be another few weeks yet.”

Nick focuses, letting out a sigh, “Yeah, nothing yet.” He sits back and Matt comes back in, “Here, babe.” He hands you the bottle and you sigh, “Thank you so much.”

“Feel any kicks yet?” Matt asks Nick, and he shakes his head, “Nope. Not yet.” He points to your belly, “But I’ll be back, uncle Nick doesn’t give up that easy.”

Chris laughs, “Watch them happen when you’re not here.”

“I’ll be mad.” Nick scoffs, laughing immediately after, “It’s fine. I already know I’ll be the favorite uncle.”

Matt scoffs as he sits down next to you, his hand on your belly, “I think we all know that I’m-“ he gasps, “Oh my god.”

“What?” You look at him, and Nick leans in, “Did you feel-“

“No.” Matt laughs, “ahh, that’s funny.”

“Fucker.” Nick scoffs, looking at Chris, “Come on. Let’s go get dinner.”

“Going to discuss the gender reveal?” You tease and Nick looks at you, “That’s not any of your concern. Text me what you want.” You give him a thumbs up, “Yes sir.”

As Nick and Chris leave the house, Matt lets out a sigh, “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents.” His fingers run over your clothed bump, “Like, there’s an actual baby in there.” He laughs lightly, “It’s insane.”

You lay your hand on his, “I know, and I’m the one carrying it.” You laugh, looking over at him, “I am genuinely scared, though, Matt.”

He reaches up, cupping your cheek, “I know, me too.” He presses his lips to your head, “But we’ll have help. You know my mom will jump in anytime we need her, too, and you know mother hen Nick-“ he breaks off into laughter, “And Chris will be here.”

You nod, “I know, I just-“

“It won’t be, too much. Don’t even think that. They know what they’re signing up for.” Matt nods, “You’re going to be the best mom ever.”

You smile, the burning of tears form in your eyes as you lean in to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “You’re going to be the best dad ever.”

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Your hands were holding Matt’s tight as you stood across from one another.

Your closest family and closest friends surrounding you with an enormous amount of love.

You were shaking with a nervous excitement, “Oh my god.” Matt smiles, “It’s okay, baby.” His thumbs run over the back of your hands and your heart drops as everyone starts counting down.

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

Everyone twists their canons and pink dust and confetti shoot out towards the sky. You let out a scream, your hands flying to cover your face as you sob happily into them.

Matt wraps his arms around you, holding you tight, “We’re having a girl! We’re having a girl!” He tilts your head up, “I love you. I love you so fucking much.” He presses his lips to yours a few times, “A girl!”

“A girl!” You smile, sniffling as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He lifts you up, twirling you around before setting you down. You turn and everyone comes running over to hug and congratulate the two of you on your know known baby girl.

You guys haven’t settled on a name yet, so everyone has just been calling her baby girl Sturniolo. You and Matt have talked about a few names, but you haven’t been able to settle on just one perfect one.

You were clung to Matt’s side the rest of the party.

A few weeks later, it was around two something in the morning and you sat up with a gasp, “Matt.” You reach over, “Feel this.” You grab his hand and lay it on your belly. He sits up, lips parted as he feels the kicking for the first time, “Oh my gosh. There she is.”

You laugh slightly, “She woke me up. It was a hard kick.” You lay your hand on his, “Whoa, whoa.” You watch as your hands jolt upward, “You might want to get Nick.” You pressed your hand into your belly, smiling as you reached over to turn on the light.

Matt went to get Nick, and Nick ran into the room not a minute later, “Yes, yes, yes!” He gently places a hand on your belly, and you pull it to where you think her feet are.

Nick gasps, his other hand coming to cover his mouth, “She’s kicking so hard, oh my gosh.”

Matt sits behind you, Chris walking into the room as he rubs his eye, “What’s going on?”

“Chris. Come feel this.” Nick looks over his shoulder and reaches out to grab his hand, “Right.. here.” Chris immediately snaps awake, “That is literally the coolest, and most weirdest, like a good weird, thing ever. Like-“ he shakes his head with a smile, “You literally have a baby inside of you.”

“It is crazy.” Matt rests his chin on your shoulder, “I sometime still can’t believe it.”

You nod, “Sometimes I forget she’s in there and when she moves in like whoa, what the fuck?!” You laugh, “I just thought you’d want to feel it.”

He nods, “Yeah, thank you. That’s insane.” He stands up, “Go back to sleep. You need it.” He reaches over, turning off the night, “Goodnight little girl, your favorite uncle Nick loves you.”

“Fuck you.” Chris pushes Nick, “I’m the cool fun uncle, she’s gonna like me better.” They bicker as they leave and Matt kisses your cheek, “That baby is so loved already.”

You were clung to Matt’s side the rest of the pregnancy, too. Where ever you went, Matt went. They didn’t stop filming, either. You made sure not to get in the way of that.

You appeared in some of them, giving off bump dates and what not, but you mostly lounged around.

By the time the third trimester came, you didn’t really do much of anything but complain about how you felt like you were running out of room for her.

Nick and Chris helped Matt set up the crib and all of the other things you received at the baby shower. They made sure the nursery was perfect, and just the way you wanted it.

It was an early morning, around six, and you were just laying in bed. It was also the thirty ninth week of your pregnancy, and the doctor said she could come at any time now.

“When do you think she’ll decide to come out?” You ask, running your fingers through Matt’s hair. He takes a small breath, “Hopefully soon. I can’t wait to meet her.”

He turns his head to look up at you, “I know she’s going to be just as pretty as her mama.” He smiles and you can’t help but smile back, “You’re too nice.” You kiss his head and he tilts it up more, pursing his lips.

You peck his lips, “I gotta pee again. She’s been using my bladder as a punching bag.”

Matt laughs as he sits up, “You good?”

You nod, “Yeah, it’s just-“ you sigh, standing up, “Getting up in anyway.” You take a step and feel a gush, “Um.”

“Is that-“

“Not pee.” You look at Matt, “I think my water just broke.” His eyes go wide and he jumps out of bed, “Okay, okay. Come on.” He walks over to the door and yells for the other two, “Guys. It’s time!”

Nick runs in, “Alright, we’ll get the bags. Matt, get her to the car.” Chris walks in, “Do you- what- oh I’m freaking out.”

You can’t help but laugh, “Breathe, you’ll be fine.” You take a sharp breath as you feel a contraction settle in, “Shit, okay.” You breathe out, “Fuck, she must want to meet you, too.” You smile at Matt and he nods, “Yeah, we can do it when we get to the hospital, come on.”

After a few hours of laboring and giving birth, things settle down.

You’re sitting in the bed, your baby in your arms and Matt right next to you. His finger gently brushing over her cheek, “She’s so perfect.”

“She really is.” You sniffle, “I can’t believe she’s here.”

“You did so good.” He presses a kiss to your head, “You were amazing.” He rests his head on hours, “my girls.” He kisses your shoulder, “Are you up for any visitors?”

“They haven’t left the waiting room. It would be torture not to let them back.” You laugh, wiping away your tears, “Go get them.”

Matt gives you a kiss, “Are you sure?”

You nod, “They need to meet their niece.”

Matt smiles and nods, “Be right back.”

After a few minutes, the door slowly pushes open and Matt walks past the curtain. Nick files in behind and gasps, his hands coming to cover his mouth, “Oh.. my gosh.” He looks at you, “How are you?”

You shrug, “I’m really good.” You smile, “Here.” You turn, handing her to Matt, and he walks around to the guys.

Chris turns away, wiping his cheeks with his hoodie sleeve and takes a deep breath, “I told myself I wouldn’t do this.”

Matt laughs, “Yeah, they pull it right out of you.” He leans forward, laying the baby into Nick’s arms. He stands there, watching Nick gently bounce the baby that’s cooing quietly, “Her name is Everly Sage.” He sniffles, “But I’ve been calling her little Evy.”

“Hi, Evy.” Nick whispers, “It’s me, your favorite uncle Nick. I’m going to let your boring uncle Chris see you, but don’t worry. I’ll get you back in a minute.” He looks up, laughing as Chris just stares at him, “Give me my niece, please.”

He smiles as Nick passes her over, gently shushing as she starts to fuss, but she quickly settles down.

Matt smiles at you, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” You nod, “I’m just-“ your lip quivers, “This is just so cute.” Matt walks over to you, “aw, baby.” He hugs you, pressing a kiss to your head, “I know, seeing Chris and Nick cry always brings me joy.”

“Hey!” Nick and Chris whisper at the same time, causing everyone to laugh.

Chris walks over, sitting down in the chair as he talks to Evy, “I’m gonna be your favorite. I just know it. Don’t listen to that weird kid telling you that he’s your favorite. I know it’s me.”

Nick walks over, sitting down next to you. He throws his arm around you and sighs, “You did good. I’m glad everything went smooth.”

“Scary, but worth it.” You lay your head against his, “Still can’t believe she’s here.” He nods, “Shocked Matt didn’t pass out.” He looks over and Matt nods, “It’s crazy how locked in you get when something like that is happening.”

“I’m sure.” Nick nods, “Okay. I gotta hold her again.” He walks over, gently taking the baby from Chris and Chris walks over to you, bending down to hug you, “She’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.”

You nod, “She’s a cute one, that’s for sure.” He stands up, “Do you guys need anything?”

“I could go for some food, actually. I hate hospital food.” You look at Matt, smiling as his eyes stay on his daughter, “Matt, baby.”

He blinks, looking over at you, “Yeah, baby?”

“You hungry?” You ask and he nods, “Yeah.” He looks at Chris, tossing him his keys, “get whatever.” He goes back to looking at Nick.

“I’ll be back, and as soon as I am, I’m holding that baby.” He points to Nick and Nick nods, “Here. I’ll make it fair.” He hands Evy back to Matt, “I’ll just go with you so I don’t have to hear your cry about it later.”

Matt laughs, fixing the small hat on her head.

“I’ll text you.” You nod, “Thank you.”

“Welcome!” Chris and Nick respond as they leave.

The room grows quiet again and Matt sits down next to you, laying Evy in your arms, “You know..” he looks from her to you, “I just fell even more in love with you.”

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The ding of the elevator at the end of the hall snaps you out of your tired stare. You quickly snap into acting like you were working.

“Good morning.” Matt smiles as he walks up to your desk, “Sorry I’m late. My idiot brother needed a ride and proceeded to spend thirty minute past the time we needed to leave getting ready.” He rolls his eyes, “Did anyone call yet?”

You shake your head, “Not yet, Mr. Sturniolo, but I-“

“You don’t have to call me that, sweetheart. You’ve been my secretary for quite a while now, I think Matt is just fine.”

You tilt your head, “Sorry, Matthew. I’ll work on it.”

A smirk plays at his lips and he tries so hard to fight it off, “Uh huh, you better.” He taps your desk, “Call downstairs, have them bring me up a coffee, and get whatever you like, too.” He gives you a wink, “I’ll be in my office, I have a meeting scheduled for..” he hums as he tries to remember and you fill in the blank, “Nine fifteen with Mr. Colby Brock.”

“That’s it.” He smiles, “I’ll be in my office.”

You nod, reaching for your phone. You dial the number for downstairs and listen to it ring a few times before someone picks up, “Sturnique, this is Stacy, how can I help you?”

“Hey, Stace. It’s y/n from upstairs, could you have someone bring up Mr. Sturniolo’s coffee order and can you also add on vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso please?”

“His usual and a latte, extra espresso. Anything else?”

“No, that will be everything. Thank you.”

“Not a problem. Have a good day!”

“You, too.” You smile to yourself as you hang up the phone, leaning back with a sigh. As soon as your back hits the chair, the phone rings again. You lean forward, moving in closer as you pick it up, “Matthew Sturniolo’s office.”

“Hello, I’m looking to speak to Matt.”

“May I ask who’s calling?” You rip off a sticky note and grab a pen, pausing when you hear her sigh, “Yeah, it’s his girlfriend, Melanie.”

You raise your brows, “Okay.. give me one second, I’m just going to put you on hold. I’m not sure if his meeting is done with yet.”

“He’s in a meeting right now?” She scoffs, “Fine.”

You don’t hesitate to press the hold button. You push yourself up from your chair and walk over to knock on his door.

“Come in.”

You push the door open and he smirks, “What can I do for you?” You tilt your head, “I have a Melanie, on hold for you.” His face falls and he leans down to rest his head on his desk with a groan, “Fuck me.”

Your brow twitches up as you fight back a smirk, “I told her that I wasn’t sure if your meeting was done with yet or not.”

He lifts his head and nods, “It’s not. Tell her I’ll call her later or something.” You nod, getting ready to back out and he calls out, “Thank you.”

“Of course.” You smile and close the door, making your way back to your chair. You pick up the phone and sigh before taking her off hold, “Hi, Melanie. You still there?”

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“Okay, so Matt is still in with his current clients, but he did tell me to let you know that he will call you back in a little bit.”

“Figures.” She hangs up and you sit there stunned, “Have a good day to you, too.” You set the phone down and turn as Matt’s doors open, “She’s a ray of sunshine.” You tease, “Girlfriend, I assume?”

He shakes his head, “Not even close.”

“Oh. That’s shocking.” You shake your head, “Not that you can’t get a girlfriend or anything, I know you can probably get one if-“

Saved by the bell.

The elevator dings and you look at Matt, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

He smirks, laughing as he shrugs, “You’re fine, don’t sweat it.” He turns, “Oh, thank you.” He takes his cup labeled with an M.S, groaning as he takes a sip, “This is exactly what I needed.” He hands you your cup and you take a sip, “I feel that.”

“Thank you.” You smile at the gentleman before he turns to walk away. You lean back, turning to look at your computer screen, “Oh, did you want me to book your tickets for Italy now, or..” you look back at him and he nods, “You can do it now. Make sure you book yourself one, and I’m going to need two extras for my brothers.”

You both speak at the same time, “He better not make us late for that.”

You both laugh and Matt nods his head, “You get it.”

You move closer to your desk and the elevator dings again. You look at Matt, “We’re not expecting anyone right now.” He looks back down the hall and sighs, “Oh my god.”

A girl comes walking down the hall, “Some meeting you have here.”

“You must be Melanie.” You glance at Matt and back to her, and she nods, “Melanie St. Paul. Yes. Matt, can I speak to you in your office.”

“No.” He shakes his head, “We’re fine right here.”

You sip your coffee, clinking on the flight ticket page, trying to act like you’re not listening.

“You didn’t call me last night.”

You clench your jaw, fighting to keep your eyes on the screen. A part of you felt lowkey jealous because you liked Matt, and you can’t say he doesn’t know. With how he acts with you, creating all of this tension, you’re certain he liked you, too.

“I’m sorry, I had a late work meeting, and then I had a dinner with some clients, and then I went home and passed out.” He shrugs, “I don’t-“

The phone ringing cuts him off and Melanie sighs as you reach to pick it up, “Matthew Sturniolo’s office.”

You nod to yourself as you glance up at Matt, “It’s Sam, he’s returning your call from yesterday.” Matt nods, “Transfer him to me.” He looks at Melanie, “Look, I gotta take this. I’ll call you later, just.. go home. Please.” He turns and walks into his office, closing the door behind him.

Melanie huffs, turning on her heel before stomping down the hall. You give it a few seconds, waiting for her to step on and leave and you transfer the call to Matt.

You bring your personal cell phone up to your ear and smirk, “How’d you like that?”

“Y/n?” He laughs, “oh my god, you are a genius. Thank you.” He hangs up and comes back out. You slide your phone on the desk and turn towards him, “You’re welcome.” You smile, “So, do I get to know who she is?”

“She’s someone I went out with last week. I didn’t feel anything, so I kinda just have been blowing her off, hoping she gets the hint.” He shrugs, “And from that.. I don’t think she has.”

“I don’t like saying this, but she seems a little crazy. Like showing up to your workplace?” You raise your brows, “If she comes again, I’m calling security.”

“If she comes again, I’m calling security.” He laughs, “I thought she was nice, but after the date she blew up my phone, asking how it was and all of that. She kept asking questions about my past dates and if they were better than that one. It was weird.”

“Yeah, that’s..” you shake your head, “Insane.”

“Right?” He sits down in the chair in front of your desk, “You know..” he plays with your pens in your cup, “I’ve had the best time on our work dinners than actual dates.” He glances you at you, and you smile, “Really?”

He nods, “Yeah, you actually listen to what I have to say, and I know it’s mostly about work, but maybe-“

The elevator bell dings and you lean over, “It’s Colby.”

Matt stands up and walks over, “Hello, Mr. Brock.”

Colby smiles and walks up, reaching out to shake his hand, “How’s it going? We ready to talk business?” Matt nods, “Oh, for sure.” He looks at you, “If anyone calls-“

“Take a message.” You nod, “Got it.” You smile and turn back to your desk, finishing up getting the tickets bought for Italy.

The phone rings and you reach over, “Matthew Sturniolo’s office.”

“Hey, y/n. It’s Nick.”

“Hey, Nick. What can I do for you?”

“I know Matt’s in a meeting right now, but can you tell him that Chris and I will be up for lunch?”

You jot down the note, “I will do that. Anything else?”

“Yeah, email me what you want from Cerio’s.”

“You don’t-“

“Matt insisted.”

“Okay.” You smile, “I’ll look over, oh. While I have you on the phone, your ticket, and Chris’ ticket, is taken care of for Italy. I’ll email them to you.”

“You’re the best. Thank you.” He sighs, “I’d love to chat more, but I gotta go.”

“Bye.” You hang up and continue going over emails. An hour later, the door to Matt’s office opens, and him and Colby both walk out, “Thank you so much for coming in. I’ll go over everything and I’ll have y/n send over the finalized copy of the contact.”

“Sounds good.” Colby nods, reaching out to shake Matt’s hand, “Have a good day.” He looks at you, “You too.”

“Thank you.” You smile and look at Matt, “Nick was the only one who called, he said him and Chris are coming up for lunch. I also told them that their tickets are paid for, which I also emailed to you.”

“You’re the best.” He smiles, “So we got Colby’s team on board. If we can pull this off, they can get our line into the fashion week.”

“Oh, Matt. That would be amazing!” You lean forward, resting your chin on your hands, “When do you need to send in the final product?”

“Two weeks is the deadline, so if you don’t mind. You’re probably going to have to stay late a few days within these next two.” He sits down and you shrug, “Not a problem. I’ll do whatever you need.”

He purses his lips slightly, nodding his head, “I’ll keep that in mind.” He looks at you with a smirk, “So, anyway, as I was saying before hand-“

The phone rings and you can tell Matt is getting irritated. You glance at the phone, “Do you want me to-“

“Yeah, please. It could be Sam.”

You nod, picking up the phone, “Matthew Sturniolo’s office.” Your eyes go wide and you motion for Matt to go to his desk, “Yes, Mr. Golbach, I will forward you to his office right now… mhm, not a problem at all.” You glance over as his office door shuts and you transfer the call.

You hang up and lean back. If Matt gets this deal, he’s definitely getting into fashion week.

You were chewing on your nail, waiting for Matt to come back out of his office. You were trying to keep your mind occupied, but this was a big deal for you, too.

An hour and a half later, Matt finally comes out of his office. You stand up, “Well?”

Matt takes a deep breath, “We got it!”

“We got it!?” You cover your mouth, “Hell yes!” You open your arms walking over to hug him. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up off the ground with a spin, “He said he liked the presentation of the proposal, which, honestly that was all you.”

He sets you down and shakes his head, “Thank you for working so hard on that.”

You smile, giving him a shrug, “My attention detail pays off once again.” You laugh and he nods, his eyes searching your face, “Yeah, it does.”

As soon as the elevator dings, Chris and Nick can be heard yelling to him from down the hall.

“Of course.” Matt mumbles, walking towards them, “Why do you always have to eat in my office?” Chris gives him a look, “Uh, your office has the best view?”

Nick hands you your bag, “Your lunch, darling.” You smile as you take it, “Thank you.” You go to sit at your desk but Matt stops you, “No, no. You’re coming in with us.”

You smirk and nod, “Okay.”

Throughout lunch, you mainly listened to the boys talk about their deal with Sam. Italy, and what they wanted to do while in Italy.

Occasionally, Matt would bring it back around to you, praising you for all of your hard work.

You wanted to jump him right then and there. You couldn’t lie, the tension was getting thicker and thicker as each day went by. You just wanted him to push you up against a wall and kiss you as hard as he could.

“Y/n?”

You blink, “What? Yeah, sorry.”

Nick laughs, “I asked what you want to do in Italy while we’re there.” You lean back, “Mm, good question.” You sigh as you think, “I would love to visit the Pinacoteca di Brera.”

Matt’s eyes go wide, “Say that again.”

“Pinacoteca di Brera.” You smirk, “What? Did I say it wrong?” He shakes his head, a smile on his face, and Nick speaks up, “No, you say it so beautifully.”

You smile, “Aw, thanks. I guess.” You laugh, “It’s been a dream of mine to go to Italy.”

“Guys. I think there’s a robbery happening down there.” Chris points at the window and you look over, “What?” He looks back, “Yeah, look.” You all go over and sure enough cops fly towards the scene and Chris breaks into laughter, “Sorry, that’s not-“

“Idiot.” Nick shakes his head. You avert your attention to the scenery overlooked by his office window, “You do have the best view.”

Matt’s eyes never leave your face, “I know.”

You look over at him as he walks away and you go back to sit down. A little bit later, you’re back at your desk, and as the brothers are leaving, Matt’s one thirty is here.

“Hello, Mr. Rosetti. I’ll let Matthew know you’re here.” You smile and call into his office.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

You right back a smile, “Mr. Rosetti, your one thirty meeting is here.”

“Perfect. You can bring him in.”

You hang up and stand up, “Right this way.” He follows you into his office and Matt gives you a nod, “Thank you.” You smile, “Welcome.”

You close the door and sit back down at your desk. A few phone calls and email replies later, Matt and Rosetti come out of his office.

“Thank you for coming in, Mr. Rosetti, I’m excited to work with you.”

“As am I, Mr. Sturniolo.” He nods, “Talk soon.” He gives you a nod before turning to leave and you spin your chair towards Matt, “I think that was your last meeting of the day.”

“Good, put on the voicemail and come in here. I need it to be after office hours for a little bit.” He turns to walk into his office and you comply with his order, hitting the button on the phone and walking into his office.

As soon as the door closes, Matt’s hands are on your waist, “I can’t keep doing this professional relationship, I need to know what you feel like around me.”

You gasp at his words, pulling him in for a heated kiss.

His hands slide around to grip your ass before wrapping his arm around your waist. He kisses down your neck, spinning to walk you over to his desk.

He bends down, breaking the kiss so he can swipe his desk clean. He lifts you up, setting you down on it, and his lips press to yours again.

Your hands work to undo the belt on his dress pants, proceeding to undoing the button and zipper on them, too.

His hands push your dress skirt up your thighs and he gives them a squeeze as your hand slips into his boxers, “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

You nod, “I’m yours.”

He jumps on it, pushing your panties to the side and gliding his fingers up and down your needy cunt a few times before pushing two fingers in. You gasp, your hand sliding up to tangle your fingers into his hair as you moan, “Fuck, yes.”

Your head tilts back, moaning louder as his fingers curl upward repeatedly. You tilt your head up, eyes following him as he drops down to his knees. His fingers pull out of you and they’re replaced with his tongue.

You gasp, pulling him closer with your heel on his upper back, hand still in his hair, “Fuck, Matt.” Your brows furrow with pleasure, lips parting as he moves up to suck on your clit.

“Tastes so good, baby. Just like I thought it would.” His eyes move to stare up at you as his tongue laps at your needy entrance.

You let out a whine, rolling your hips forward, “Feels so good.. fuck, fuck.” You lean back, your hand pressing into the desk for support, “Yesyesyes.”

You groan as he pulls away, biting your lip as you watch him free his cock from his boxers.

You lift your leg, moving to the edge of the desk more and you gasp, moaning out as you feel his cock slip into you. His hand slides up to your neck, gripping tightly as he pulls you in.

His lips crash on yours, your moans swapping together as his thrusts pick up. Your eyes flutter shut, whines and whimpers slipping from your lips, “Matt.. yes.” He rests his forehead against yours, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

He slides his hand around, tangling his fingers into your hair, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Seeing you..” he groans, “Seeing you walk around in those cute little business outfits. Fuck. You just.. look so fucking good.”

You reach up, pulling him in by the back of his neck, “I do it for you.” You crash your lips to his, swallowing his groans as he thrusts harder, “Fuck, fuck.” You squeeze around him, “D-don’t stop.”

Your hand slides down to his shoulder, your nails digging into it, “Fuck, M’gonna cum, please don’t-“

You tighten your leg around his waist as you feel yourself let go, moan after moan flying from your lips as he guides you through your high, “F-fuck, fuck.” His lips find yours, moving with yours with heat.

He bites down on your lip, tugging gently, “That’s it, there we go.”

Matt slides his hand to your cheek, pressing kisses back your jaw and down your neck, “I want you, all of you, baby.” He groans, “Fuck, I’ve needed you.”

“I’ve needed you.” You moan, tilting your head back to look up at him, “So fucking bad, Mr. Sturniolo.” You bite your lip, watching him smirk. He presses his lips to yours, “This is the only time you get to call me that, when I’m showing you who’s boss.”

You smile, gasping as you feel him thrust deeper, “What I want to show you who’s boss a time or two?”

“I can make an exception, Ms. Y/l/n.”

He crashes his lips into yours, his grip on your waist tightening, “Fuck, m’close.” He buries his face into your neck, your arms tightening around his, “Let me get you off.”

He leans up, stepping back and his eyes track you as you move down to your knees. You look up at him, lips immediately wrapping around the tip and working him into your mouth fully.

You bob your head, working what you can’t fit with your hand. He groans, his hand laying on your head as he bucks his hips, “Fuck, that’s it. That’s it.” He tilts his head back, eyes closed as he bites his lip.

A few bobs later, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his cum slipping down your throat as you swallow.

You lean back, smiling up at him and he pulls you to your feet, “You are the best secretary anyone could possibly get.” He presses his lips to yours and you smile, “So does that mean you’re going to finally ask me out on a real date?”

He nods as he fixes his pants, “I’ve been trying to all day.” He laughs, “But it’s just one thing after another today, like damn.”

You fix your underwear and pull your dress down, “Well, even though it took forever, I’d love to go on a real date with you.” You step forward and press your lips to his, “Also. If Melanie comes back, I am calling security, actually. I’m going to go call the desk right now and tell them not to let her through.”

Matt chuckles as he follows you out of his office, “You know what I’m really excited for now?”

You sit down at your desk and look at him, “What’s that?”

“Italy.”

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Chris’ thumb gently brushed up and down your cheek as his voice was soft whisper, “Baby.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Were home.”

“We’re home?” You sit up, looking around, and Chris lets out a soft chuckle, “Yes, baby. Home sweet home.”

You reach up, covering your lips as you yawn, “I can’t wait to sleep in our own bed.”

He smiles, nodding as the vehicle comes to a stop. He opens his door and you slide over after him, stepping out into the night air.

“Sir.”

Chris wraps his arm around you, looking up at the door to the house, “What?”

“He wants to speak to you.”

Chris sighs, “What, was he keeping fuckin’ tabs on us?” He shakes his head, “Tell him I’ll come talk to him in the morning, it’s late enough.”

You wrap your arm around Chris’ waist, resting your head on his shoulder as he leads you inside, “What do you think he wants, baby?”

“I don’t know, probably to make sure we didn’t miss anyone. Who the hell knows, but I don’t care right now. I only care about going to sleep, in our own bed.” He smirks, pressing a kiss to your head, “Matt.”

“Yeah?” Matt walks up and Chris sighs, “Go see what he wants. Tell him I sent you, maybe that’ll get him to say whatever it is he needs to say.”

“Got it.” Matt nods and walks away, disappearing down the steps. You let out a sigh, “I need a shower, and so do you. You have blood on your neck.”

“Whatever you say, ma.” Chris smiles and looks around, “Settle in. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“You got it boss.”

“Yes sir.”

Chris pulls you to the stairs, “Do you want to see him?”

“Not really.” You shake your head, “But if it helps you uncover whatever you may need to know, I’ll do it.”

“I don’t want you in any situation you’re not comfortable with, baby.” Chris stops, turning to look at you. His hands slide against your cheeks, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You lay your hand on his, “I know, baby.” You smile, “I know I have choices, but I also run this business too, just like you. So if I have to do stuff to keep it running smoothly, I’ll do it.”

He can’t help but smirk, “I think you’re more liked than I am, honestly.”

“It’s cause I’m pretty.” You tease and Chris nods, “You’re so pretty.” He pulls you in, kissing your lips, “Come on. The sooner we clean up, the sooner we can go to bed.”

You follow him into the bathroom, his hands immediately working to get your clothes off, just like yours to his.

He pulls you back towards the shower, one hand on your cheeks, other on your hip. He spins you around, back pressing against the clear shower wall. You let out a moan as his lips trail down your neck, nipping your skin.

He reaches back, switching the shower on and he pulls you in with him before closing the door.

His hands travel up and down your body as his lips attack yours, “You were so hot over these last few weeks.” He groans lowly, “Protecting what’s yours, fuck. You were made to do this with me.”

“What can I say?” You whisper, head tilting back with a smirk on your lips, “You’re mine, just like I’m yours.”

He smiles, shaking his head before crashing his lips back onto yours. His hands grip your waist before he spins you around, chest pressing against the glass.

You gasp as you feel him drag this cock up and down your center before slipping in with a low moan, “Fuck.”

You reach up, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling as he thrusts, “Fuck, yes.” You rest your head back, lips parted as moans flow through.

You push your hips back, meeting his thrusts. His hand slides up your front, stopping to grip your throat, as he groans lowly, “Marry me.”

You gasp at his words, unsure if you heard him correctly, “W-what?”

“Marry me, baby.”

You instantly nod, “Yes.”

He pulls out, spinning you around, “Yes?” He cups your cheeks and you smile, “Yes.” He smiles, bending down to lift you up, “We’ll get you a ring first thing tomorrow. You can pick your favorite.”

You smile, gasping as he slips back into you, “Fuck, yes, yes. I love you.” You lean in, lips crashing to his. He presses one hand to the glass, tightening his arm around your waist as he groans against your lips, “I fuckin’ love you.”

You tighten your legs around his waist, forehead pressed to his as his thrusts guide you into where you want to go, “F-fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

He groans at your words, thrusts picking up as he guides you through your leg twitching high, “That’s it, baby. Good girl.”

You moan louder as your nails sink into his shoulder, “F-fuck, yes.” You whine, “so good.”

He groans as his thrusts grow sloppy and slower, coming to a stop as his cock twitches inside of you.

You moan at the feeling of your walls being coated, “I love it when you do that.” You giggle, resting your head back against the glass. He smirks up at you, slowly setting you down, “I like doing it.”

He brings your next hand up, pressing a kiss to your ring finger, “My wife. That’s what I’m calling you from now on.”

“I like the sound of that.” You bite your lip, “My husband..” you raise your brows, “Now that’s hot.”

He chuckles, turning around to rinse off his body under the water. He pulls you with him, holding you close as the water falls down over your hugging bodies.

After a little while, he switches the water off, stepping out to grab you a towel. He watches as you wrap it around your body, giving you a smile when you look at him.

“What?” You laugh, walking over to him.

He shakes his head, “Nothing, my wife is just.. so fuckin’ beautiful.”

You can feel the redness seeping through your cheek, “Chris.” He chuckles as he kisses your forehead, “What? I can’t compliment you?”

“I didn’t say that.” You laugh and he shrugs, “Not gonna stop, so you just have to get used to it.”

“I guess I will.”

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A few hours later, you found yourself lying in bed, wide awake.

Your nails gently scratching over Chris’ arm that’s holding you to him, and all you can think about is what your father would want.

“You okay?” Chris mumbles as he intertwines your fingers with his. You give his hand a squeeze, “Yeah, I just-“ you roll towards him, eyes meeting his, “Would I be stupid to go talk to him?”

“I don’t think anything you do would be stupid, baby.”

He reaches up, brushing hair from your face, “He’s your father. I’m sure there’s some unspoken shit between the two of you, but that’s all up to you on whether or not you want to talk about it with him. I’m with you on whatever you decide.”

You take a deep breath, “Are you going to come with me?”

“Right now?” He raises his brows and you shrug, “No, I mean- yeah, maybe now? I don’t know.” You roll over towards him, groaning into his neck, “What do I do?”

He tightens his arms around you, “Whatever you want, baby. If you think it’ll help you sleep, then we can go down. I just don’t want you beating yourself up over something that isn’t your fault. Okay?”

“Are you okay with going now?” You look up at him and he nods, “Come on.”

You and Chris sit up and get out of bed. He gets dressed as you do the same, and he takes your hand before you exit the bedroom.

You stop, watching as he bangs on Matt’s door. A few seconds later, Matt opens it, “What’s up?” He looks from Chris to you, “What are you doing?”

“She wants to talk to her father.” Chris informs and Matt nods, “alright.” He walks back into his room, coming back within a minute or two, “Come on.”

“What did he want earlier?” Chris asks and Matt laughs, “Wouldn’t talk to me. Said he wanted you and only you.”

“Figures.” Chris scoffs, glancing over at you as you walk down the steps.

You reach the door to the space you haven’t been down to since you first got here. You take a deep breath, following Matt down with Chris close behind you.

You all walk quietly down the hall, gripping Chris’ hand as you reach the locked cell.

Matt bangs on the door, “Rise and shine.” He nods towards you, “You have a visitor.”

You hear your father groan as he sits up, “Come on, at this hour?”

Matt steps back and you glance at Chris before walking forward and looking into the cell. Your father raises his brows, “Ooh. Look who it is. She finally decided to come down and talk to her father.”

You fight back an eye roll, “More or less find out why you’re locked in this cell.”

“Get me the book and I’ll tell you.”

“No.” You shake your head, “Everyone in that book is crossed off. There’s no need to get it.”

He shakes his head, “Mm, that’s where you’re wrong. See.” He stands up, walking over to the door, “I know for a fact there’s one name Mr Royal Personage skipped over because he didn’t think he was worth it.”

You glance at Chris and he looks from you to Matt.

“Your silence tells me I’m right.” Your father laughs, “So, since you waited to come talk to me, I guess the words I’m looking for are, you’re too late.”

“What are you talking about?” You furrow your brows and there’s a gunshot heard from upstairs, muffled by the floor between there and where you’re standing.

Chris steps up, “Matt, get her upstairs.”

“Won’t do you any good.” Your father taunts, “As I said. It’s too late.”

“I should have killed you when I had the chance.” Chris glares through the bars and your father shrugs, “But you didn’t. And now, you’re going to pay for it.”

Quick shuffling of feet down the steps, catch your attention.

“Marcus, what’s-“

Matt’s words are cut off a gunshot, the man’s body falling to the ground. Chris pulls you behind him, “What do you want?”

“I want him.” He points the gun to the cell and Chris shakes his head, “Nah, ain’t no way.”

“It’s either him, or the girl. Your choice.”

“Not. A fucking. Chance.” Chris shakes his head, “You touch her, and I swear to god, I’ll take out everyone you have ever loved.”

“You know, I’ve heard that once before.” The man sighs, “And it always means the same thing each time, nothing.”

Chris pulls out his gun, aiming it forward, “Drop it.”

“You kill me, all of your men that are being held upstairs, die right along with me.”

You gasp, “Nick.” You grip Chris’ shirt and he clenches his jaw, “Let them go, and you can have him.”

“I need him out of that cell before I call anything off.”

Chris nods, his eyes staying on the guy in front of him, “Open it.”

“Chris-“

“Don’t argue with me, Matt. Just- fuckin’ open it.”

You watch as Matt moves, unlocking the cell. As soon as your father steps out, he lets out a sigh, “Thanks.”

He punches Matt, knocking him out cold.

“Matt!” You go towards him, but your father grabs you, holding you to him. You wiggle around as hard as you can, kicking, screaming, trying to free yourself but his hold is tight.

Chris turns around, eyes growing even darker with pure rage, “Don’t you fucking t-“

His body drops and the guy with the guy steps over him, “Well, hello darling.”

“You’re making a huge mistake.” You grunt as you try to fight, but nothing works. Your father tightens his grip, “Just do it. If you don’t, she’ll fight the whole time.”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You scream, pushing an even louder one out as you see a small syringe with a needle in the palm of the guys hand, “Don’t! No no! No!”

You feel a pinch, and quickly, your body starts to relax, your screams grow quieter and your hands fall to your sides.

You were out, and there was nothing you could do about it.

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𝙲. 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘

“Chris.” Matt gently taps his cheek, “Chris, Chris. Come on. Wake up.” His taps grow harder, “Fuck, Chris, we gotta go! Wake up!”

With a slap to the cheek, Chris sits up with a gasp.

“Come on.” Matt grabs his arm, “Come on!”

Chris stands up, stumbling into the wall in a still groggy state, “What the-“ he reaches back, pulling a syringe that was stuck in his sweatshirt, “He fucking drugged me.”

He quickly snaps out of it, “Y/n. Where is y/n?” He looks at Matt, worry and anger filling his eyes, “Where the fuck is she?”

“They took her, Chris.” Matt motions, “They’re already on it. Kev and a few others were hidden, they got the plate of the one van, they’re already working on tracking it.”

Chris steps forward, shoving Matt backwards, “We should have went after him when we had the chance.”

“Don’t put your fucking hands on me, alright. This was a choice that we all made. Together. So if it’s my fault, it’s your fault, too.” Matt steps forward, “So how about instead of playing that fucked up blame game, we work together, and get her back, and take him and all of his fucking minions out with him. Huh?” He raises his brows as he stares into Chris’ eyes, “That sound like a good plan?”

Chris swallows, “Yeah. Yeah.”

His head was a mess. The most important thing in his life was just ripped from him. He was volatile, his mind was only focused on one thing.

That was doing whatever it took to find his way to you.

He made his way upstairs, Matt on his tail. He shoved open the doors to his office, coming to a step when he was met with all eyes on his.

Nick’s face falls as he doesn’t see you come in behind him, “We’re working on it.” He nods, looking back down at the desk, “There’s three white vans. Kev saw them put her in the middle one.”

Chris walks over, eyes scan over the document laid out on the desk, “We should have never fucking skipped over his goddamn fucking name!” He swats the glass cup from his desk, it connects with the wall and shatters.

“Chris-“

“Don’t.” He holds up his hand, “If you tell me to calm down, so help me god.” He lays his fingers on his lips, “That’s my fucking wife, we’re talking about. Okay? My fucking wife, was taken by some dumbass hoodlum, all because we didn’t-“

“It’s not. Your fault.” Nick cuts him off, his voice loud, “Well get her back.” He gets up, walking over to Chris, “We’re not going to stop until each one of them has taken their final breath, and y/n is back home safe.”

Chris’ eyes search the floor, scanning over each piece of broken glass before he nods, “Okay.” He looks up, “Alright. I want her back tonight.”

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You let out a groan as you finally started coming to. For a second, you weren’t exactly sure where you are, but then a familiar snaps you right back into it.

“Look who’s awake.”

Your ankles were grabbed and you pull pulled across the metal van floor towards the open back. You tried kicking, but your ankles were tied together, tight.

“Don’t try to fight.” Your father brushes hair from your face, “I don’t want to see you have to get knocked out again.”

You rolled your eyes, biting down on the bandana that was keeping you from speaking.

“I’ll untie you, as long as you promise not to try and run.” He raises his brows, “Do we have a deal?”

You yanked your ankles away from him as he reaches down and he sighs, “Alright. We’ll do it this way then.” He pulls you out, bending down to lift you over his shoulder.

You slam your tied wrists into his back, but that doesn’t phase him. You look around, not noticing any people, but that was just until you got inside.

The chatter comes to a stop as your father pushes the door open.

He walks you through the room, your eyes spotting the same guy that drugged you the first time. He smirks, shaking his head as he goes back to talking to the guys around him.

You avoid looking at anyone else, you just focus on the ground moving below you, calming yourself down so you can try and come up with a way out of this situation.

Your taken to a room and set on the bed.

Your father removes the bandana from your mouth and you look away. He chuckles, “What? No why or what?”

You shrug, “Doesn’t really matter.”

“Whys that?”

You look up at him, a smirk playing on your lips, “Because you, and all of your other partners out there, are already dead, you just don’t know it yet.”

He smiles, “I’m glad you have so much confidence in those Sturniolo brothers. Someone has to, right?”

“You fucked with the wrong brothers. I have confidence in them, because I know what they’re capable of. I seen it happen, first hand.” You shift around, “Just go.”

You look up at the window, clenching your jaw at the bars bolted across it, “I don’t need to hear anything else you have to say.”

“Okay.” He nods, walking over to the door, “But if you need anything, let us know. We’re criminals, sweetheart. Not monsters.”

He closes the door with a slam, and you hear a bunch of locks clicking on the other side.

You wiggle your wrists, wincing at the sting of rope burn setting fire to your skin, and you stop. Your eyes move around the room, searching for any kind of sharp or even slightly sharp piece that can help you cut through the wrapped rope.

There’s a knock on the door, followed by the locks unlocking and it opens.

The familiar man coming into the room, and your heart starts beating faster.

“Hi, y/n. We haven’t officially met, right?”

“Go to hell.”

He laughs, “At some point, I probably will, but for right now, I’m here, and you’re going to listen.” He pulls up a chair and sits across from you, “My name is Vincent Flynn, and you probably know me as someone who owes those idiot brothers a couple thousand dollars, right?”

“If you owe them money, and they skipped over you, why are you doing this?” You look at him, “Wouldn’t you take that as a favor?”

“Normally, yes. I would, but see, this isn’t a normal time.” He shake his head, “Chris took something from me.”

“What did he take?” You ask, already having a feeling.

“He took.. my sister.” He clenches his jaw, “Thought she would be what apparently you are, and when she wasn’t, he got rid of her, like she was nothing.” He takes a deep breath, “She was everything. She’s all I had left in this world, so what would someone in my position do?”

“I’m not playing twenty questions.” You glare at him, “just get on with it.”

“You’re not very polite, are you?” He leans back, propping his ankle on his knee, “But fine, just because you’re pretty, I’ll tell you.”

“I can’t be more excited.” You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh and he laughs, “You’re funny, I’ll give you that, too, but okay, okay. Anyway, someone in my position, will do what I just did. Get my revenge, or, start it, at least.”

“So what, you’re going to kill me as your revenge plan? Is that your end game?”

He nods, “Precisely, but..” he smirks, “I want you to watch him suffer, see, I don’t think killing just you would be enough, no.” He sighs, “I need him to physically feel the pain that I went through when I seen they found her body lying on the side of road like she was trash.”

“I didn’t know about her.”

“Don’t.. lie to me. You know everything, you’re Chris’ other half, you run them bastards just like he does.” He stands up, “All of them are going to suffer.”

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𝙲. 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘

“There. There.” Chris points, “That’s one of the vans.” He leans back, looking out of the window and Matt grabs his shoulder, “Chris, I-“

“That’s my wife.” Chris looks at him, “They fucked with the wrong person. I’m not letting them walk away from that.”

Matt sighs, “I was just going to say that we have your back. Whatever you want to do, is what we’ll do.”

“I want to kill all of them.”

“Then we’ll kill them all.” Matt nods, “Let’s do this.”

They get out of the car, others from the car behind them following. Chris walks up to the door of the small building, pulling it open, “Vincent Flynn!”

“Fuck! It’s Chris.” The one says as he pushes another out of the way. Chris shoots the one, keeping his attention on the coward that ran. He fires, knocking him down with a shot in the leg.

“Where is he?” Chris walks up, gun aimed between his eyes, “Where is my wife?”

“I-I- he isn’t- he isn’t here, man. I’m serious, I swear, he’s not here.” The guy looks down at his gushing leg, wincing in pain, “Fuck, he’s not here.”

Chris gives a swift kick to his injured leg, listening to the guy scream out before he yells, “Where is he?!”

“Another- another location.” He gasps, “Fuck, he’s-“

“Drop it!” Two guys come out, guns aimed at Chris, but Nick and Matt fire at the same time, dropping them both. Chris gives them a nod of approval before looking back down, “I’m going to ask you one final time. Where. Is. My. Wife?”

The guy lets out a scream as Chris kicks his leg again, “Fuu-u-uuck!” His breathing grows more ragged, “A-A club.. on-on Greggory.” He gasps for air, “The Curasio!”

Chris a deep breath and Nick speaks up, “That’s fifteen minutes from here. Do you want-“ Nick stops speaking as Chris starts beating the absolute shit out of the guy in front of him.

Blood flying with each hit.

Eventually, Chris stands up, tucking his pistol back into his pants and he turns around, “Make sure the rest of this place is clear, if there’s anymore. Kill them on the spot.” He walks past the others as they move forward to clear the building.

He makes his way to the car, getting in and letting out a sigh before resting his head back.

For the first time in his adult life, Chris was on the verge of tears. He thought crying was a sign of weakness, but he’s quickly come to realize that you’re the only thing that makes him weak in the end.

Matt arrives to the car and gets in, “One person hiding in a closet, but we took care of him.”

Chris nods in response, turning to look out the window as he sniffles. He wipes his nose, clearing his throat, “Curasio on Greggory.”

The driver nods, immediately starting to drive and it’s silent the whole way there. He was thinking about what is possibly happening to you. Whether you’re hurt or actually okay.

He was blaming himself, kicking his own ass for not being able to help you.

“There it is.” Matt points, “Its five am, and it still looks busy?”

“Doesn’t matter. They’re probably all in the back anyway.” Chris sits up, “I just want my girl back.”

“We’ll get her.” Matt nods, “I promise. We won’t stop until we do. You know that.” Chris nods and pushes the door open before the car is even stopped. He pulls his gun up as he walks to the back door, ripping it open.

He walks in, shooting the first person he’s sees.

Two come out, guns ready, but him and Matt take them out, “Vincent Flynn!” Chris’ voice booms through the small corridor, “Where is my wife?”

“He’s not here.” A guy comes out, hands raised, “Mr. Sturniolo, please. You don’t need to kill anymore of these-“

Chris fires the trigger, shutting him up permanently.

“Chris!” Matt yells right before someone kicks Chris in the side, sending him flying into the wall. He turns, kicking the guy back as he runs towards him. He pulls his gun up and the guy smacks it away.

Chris throws a punch, clocking him good. He drops and Chris immediately dives down, punching him over and over again.

Swing after swing until his knuckles were bloody.

He gets up, moving to grab his gun and he stands up, “Vincent Flynn. I want my wife back!” He kicks each door open, shooting every man that he saw. He gets to the last door, kicking it in, “last time I’m asking. Where is he?”

“Did you try the-“

“Everyone is dead.” Chris stares at him, “Clearly he wasn’t there.” He clenches his jaw, “Matt. Kev.” He nods to the man in the room, “Tie him up. If he doesn’t wanna talk, we’ll make him talk.”

Chris turns, motioning to Nick, “I’m going in through the front.” Nick walks with him towards the back door. They walk around and enter through the front, scanning over the club scene for anyone who scares.

Nick notices someone at the bar, tapping Chris to look. He looks, squinting as he walks down through the crowd. When he gets there, he’s gone. He motions for Nick to go the other other way as he walks through the back, entering where Matt and kev are.

Before he walks out to them, an arm wraps around his neck and he’s pulled back in. He elbows the guy in the stomach and turns around with a swing. The guy pulls Chris’ gun on him and Chris freezes, “I just want Flynn.”

“You’re too late.”

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You laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You were calculating the amount of footsteps that go up and down the hallway.

You turn your head, looking at the window which is now slowly filling with sunlight. The last clock you remember looking at read three something.

You guess it’s almost six thirty.

You’ve been away from Chris for three hours and somehow, it feels longer.

You sit up as you hear the locks clicking open. Your eyes stay glued to the door as it opens, and your father walks in, “Figured you might be hungry. Or thirsty.”

“I’m fine.” You look away, “Just go.”

“It’s a ruse, I need to talk to you.” He sets the tray on the bed and turns to close the door, “Chris.” You scoff, “Don’t even say his name.”

“Listen to me.” He walks over to the chair and sits down, “Chris.. is a dangerous man.”

“You don’t think I know that?” You roll your eyes, “Please.”

“If you don’t play your cards right with him, you’ll end up just like Vincent’s sister.”

“I don’t think you understand just how much Chris loves me. Then again.. you never understood how much mom loved you and look.. you fucked her over in the end.” You lick your lips, “Chris loves me. If he didn’t.. do you think I’d still be here?”

He stays silent for a minute, “I just want what’s best for you.”

“What’s best for me? If you really wanted that, don’t you think that keeping me here is against that?”

“I’m keeping you safe. I’m not going to let Vincent hurt you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There was no way in hell you’d believe a word he said. You just nod, “Okay.”

“I’m being truthful here, y/n. Please.” He pleads, “I mean it. I screwed up in the past, and I screwed up a few hours ago, but please. I’m telling you that was the last time.”

You had a gut feeling what was happening, but you didn’t want to believe it. You just ignored him, kept your face turned away until he finally decided that he’s had enough of your ignoring him attitude.

He gets up and turn your head, “Wait.”

“Yes?”

“This food isn’t poisoned, is it?”

“No. It’s not.”

You motion, “Take a bite then.”

He scoffs, “Fine.” He bends down, taking a bite and he stands back up, “See. It’s fine.” He turns and walks out, relocking the door behind him. You let out a sigh, leaning down to sniff the water before taking a sip.

After realizing that your father wasn’t lying, you chug it.

You were dying of thirst, really. You weren’t really that hungry. You push the tray back, pausing when the play moves to reveal a smaller knife. Your heart sinks as you realize your father wasn’t lying after all.

You lift the plate and use your fingers to pull the knife out. You grab it, moving down on the floor and wedging it between the small open space within the pieces of the bed frame.

You immediately begin sawing away at the rope. It begins to fray. You glance at the door, then down at your hands, repeating the actions until you hear someone come to the door. You give it a second, waiting to see if they walk away or start to come in, and luckily, they walk away.

You keep going, working your way until you’re able to snap the last little pieces. You rub your wrist, grabbing it to start working at undoing the rope around your ankles.

Once free, you move to the window, running your fingers over the screws and trying to get the tip of the knife into the crevice to unscrew them. After a few tries, you let out a huff, coming to terms with what you need to do.

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𝙲. 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘

“I know where she is.” Chris pulls the collar of his hoodie, “I know where they’re keeping y/n.” Nick comes in, stopping when he sees the body on the ground, “What the fuck happened?”

“He was hiding in here. Grabbed me before I went out.” Chris scoffs, “He called my wife a slut. The only slut that I was ever involved with was his niece.” He laughs, “Glad that’s over with.”

“Where is y/n?” Matt asks and Chris sighs, “When that bitch was around, she wouldn’t shut up about a cabin that her parents built. Secluded. No one knows where it’s at. Well that bitch was stupid, because I know exactly where it’s at. That’s where Flynn is, too.”

Chris bends down, grabbing his gun, “Come on, Nick. You’re riding with us.” He leads everyone out of the building, heading to the cars. He pulls up his phone, getting on the maps, “It’s an hour from here, but it’s in these woods, right here.” He points to show his brothers, “She said it’s about three miles into the woods.”

“She told you all of this?” Nick asks, and Chris laughs, “She did anything because she didn’t want me finding out about her trying to sleep with everyone in the house.” He scoffs, “Still found out, didn’t I?”

After an hour of planning out what they were going to do, the time has come and Chris was more than ready.

The ride there, Nick talked him into going by the plan, using you as a pawn to keep his mind steady and focused.

Matt was taking the basement and working his way up.

Nick was going to the second story deck in the back, and Chris was taking the front. Each of them had two men with them.

“Go.” Chris motions and he walks up to the front door, kicking it open. He fires shots, immediately taking out two of the threats.

You gasped at the sound of gunshots, your heart racing as you knew exactly who it was. You hold the knife firm in your hand as you hear the door unlocking.

Shots are heard from both upstairs and downstairs.

The door swings open and as you go to stab, you’re grabbed and pushed backwards, the knife flinging from your grasp. Vincent closes the door, immediately walking over and grabbing you, “You think you’re slick, huh? Huh!?” He lays his hand over your mouth and holds you tight against his body.

Chris walks through, knocking off two more. After a few moments, it’s silent.

“Vincent. I know you’re here.”

Chris’ voice sparks something in you. You manage to get your arm free and press his hand further towards your mouth, biting him hard. He lets out a yell, slamming you against the wall.

“Chris!” You yell as loud as you can, “Ch-“

Vincent slaps you across the cheek, “Shut up. Shut up.” He pins you against the wall, his face close to yours, “If I’m going down, you’re coming with me.”

Chris makes his way through the house, taking out any more starts without any hesitation.

He reaches the door you’re behind and pushes it open, him and his brothers walking in, guns drawn. His eyes soften as soon as he sees you, anger filling them the second he sees the handprint on your face.

Vincent was using you as a shield, “Don’t come any closer or I swear I’ll kill her like you did my sister.”

Chris shakes his head, his eyes on you, “You’ve done enough.” He steps forward and you nod, throwing yourself down and Matt clips him in the shoulder. He lets you go and you run to Chris, his arms wrapping around you.

“it’s over, Flynn.”

Matt turns his gun onto your father and he raises his hands, “I helped her.”

“He did.” You nod, sniffling, “H-he did.”

Matt squints, “How?”

“I gave her the knife to get free. Slipped it under her breakfast plate.” He nods, “Vincent. It’s over.” Vincent laughs, “Its not over until I say it’s over.”

A gunshot goes off, followed by another one.

You close your eyes, clinging onto chris tighter, but when you feel no bullet cut through your body, you open your eyes. You look down, gasping as you see your father lying in a growing pool of blood.

You drop down, your hands on his shoulder, “Dad? Dad?” You shake him slightly and he gasps, “I’m sorry.” You look up, your jaw clenched as you stare at a struggling Vincent.

You stand up, taking Chris’ gun, and you walk over, firing a shot into his head.

“Get him help. Now.”

“Yes, boss.”

“On it.”

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you jump. Chris spins you around, “It’s me, it’s me.” He wraps you right in a hug, “I got you.” He presses a kiss to your head, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He leans back, cupping your face, “I’m so sorry.”

You look up, actually getting a look at him now that things have settled down, and you gasp, “Oh my god, baby.” Your fingers run down the dried blood splatters on his face, “What happened?”

His hand comes up to take yours, his voice low and on the verge of breaking, “I-I thought you died, so I killed everyone.”

Your eyes trail down the blood coating his neck and sweatshirt too, along with his hands, “I’m right here, Christopher. I’m not going anywhere.” You pull him in and press your lips to his, “I love you.”

“I love you.” His voice breaks as he pulls you into him, “I’m never giving up on you.” He sniffles and leans back, “Come on. We have some very important business to attend to.”

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𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

Chris gives you a big smile as he pulls you in, dipping you down to plant his lips on yours. He presses little kisses across your face before standing you upright.

The crowd of people standing to clap, whistle, and cheer.

You look at a teary eyed Nick, giving him a smile and he smiles back. Your eyes move to Matt, who is also teary eyed and he shakes his head with a smile.

Finally, your eyes move to someone in the back, and you can’t help but smile as he wipes his eyes. Chris takes your hand and leads you down the aisle, stopping so you can give the man who caught your attention a hug.

“I’m glad you could make it, dad.” You lean back, “I’m glad you’re up and walking.”

He nods, “You invited me. I wasn’t missing this. I figured this is the first step to being on the good guys side again.” He looks at Chris and Chris nods, holding out his hand for your dad to shake, “You helped save my wife’s life.”

He nods and you walk away with Chris. You get to inside the venue, and he looks at you, “Ready to celebrate the Sturniolo way?”

You laugh with a smile, “I’m ready to do everything the Sturniolo way.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope this was a good end to this little mafia mini series! I love you tons! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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After high school, a lot of you and your friends parted ways, went on to do your own things. You kept in touch with a few of them, making sure to show your support by liking and commenting on their insta posts and what not.

You were packing up from your trip to Hawaii, you were in dire need of a vacation, so you figured coming to one of your favorite places in the whole world would help.

And it did.

You took a break from packing your suitcase, sitting down and clicking Instagram open. You really didn’t want to return home, you absolutely loved it here.

As you’re swiping through stories, you stop on Nick’s, furrowing your brows as you see the location he has marked. You swipe up to reply to his story, NICOLAS STURNIOLO!! You’re in Maui!? Like right now???

You stand up, packing back and forth as you wait for his reply. You haven’t seen Nick, or his brothers since graduation. You kept in touch, but never actually got to see or hang out with them like you had wanted to.

You bring your phone up as it buzzes in your hand and you smile at his response, I AM! WAIT! YOU’RE IN HONOLULU???

You tap the screen, replying with a smile, I’m leaving today, but I’ll come over! I miss you guys!

The chat bubbles pop up instantly, Yes!! I’ll let the guys know!

You quickly finish packing and make your way to the airport. Your original flight leaves at five, it was eleven, so you had a few hours to spare.

You made your way on the plane, and in a little under an hour, you were getting off in Maui. You messaged Nick, letting him know you landed and that you were on your way to their hotel.

As you got out, you stopped when you see Nick jogging over to you. He laughs as he pulls you in for a hug, “Oh my god, hi!”

“Hi!” You hug him, “Oh my gosh, what are the chances of this?” You lean back, laughing as you hug him again, “This is crazy!”

“I didn’t even know you were here. What are you doing here?” He slings his arm over your shoulder as you walk inside. You let out a sigh, “I needed a vacation, I was getting to that point of feeling burnt out, couldn’t come up with any ideas on what videos to do, so I decided that a solo vacay vlog would do for now.”

“That’s literally why we’re here, too.” Nick shakes his head, “Small world. Um, real quick..”

You furrow your brows, “Yeah?”

“Are you and Chris alright?”

His question throws you off, “What-“ you laugh, “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, “When I told him you were flying over to see us before you left, he kinda got all weird and quiet, I wasn’t sure if you guys, I don’t know, maybe something happened and you just didn’t tell anyone or..”

“No.” You shake your head, “at least, I don’t think anything happened. Last I knew we were good. He liked my Instagram post yesterday.” You shrug, “Maybe he just needed a nap?”

Nick laughs, “Yeah, probably. We’ve been go go go since we got here.”

“Isn’t a vacation supposed to be relaxing?” You tilt your head and Nick sighs, “Clearly you’ve never vacationed with the Sturniolo’s before.”

You let out a laugh, “Right, right.”

“You can put your bags in here, they’re down at the beach right now.” Nick motions, “So we can go down and meet them there if you want.”

You nod, “Yeah, I can change into my suit quick.” You set your bag on the bed and unzip it, pulling out your swimsuit, “I’ll be right out.”

Nick nods and you walk into the bathroom to change.

After coming out, you make your way down to the beach, and Matt immediately runs over, “Look who it is!” He wraps his arms around your neck, “Long time no see, huh?”

You laugh, hugging him back, “Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” He laughs, “How have you been?”

You give him the same rundown you gave Nick on your way into the hotel and he nods, “Yeah, that why we’re here, too.”

“That’s what Nick said.” You laugh, eyes moving to look at Chris who’s down by the water, “Is he not coming up to say hi?”

Matt shrugs, looking at Nick, “He said he’ll be up in a minute. We just talked about going for lunch, you wanna come?”

You check your phone, “My flight home leaves at five, so I have until about three thirty?” You look at Matt, “So yeah, I have about three hours or so.”

He nods, turning around to yell for Chris, “Chris! Let’s go!” He nods, turning to walk up towards the three of you, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps walking, making his way to the hotel.

“What’s with him?” Nick scoffs, “He could have said hi. Y/n said they’re cool, I don’t understand him.”

“I’ll ask him.” Matt nods, “I’ll see if I can find anything out.”

As you make your way back up to the hotel, your mind swirls with questions on why Chris is acting so weird towards you. You were fine, or at least you thought you were.

It was almost like he hates the idea of you being there, like your presence is ruining his vacation.

After stopping at the room to change, you make your way to the restaurant within the hotel, sitting down at a table outside. An hour into lunch and Chris has maybe said a handful of words, towards Nick and Matt mostly.

He didn’t even look at you, or so you thought. He would glance at you when you weren’t looking, but he would always look away before he thought you were going to look at him.

“So when do you guys leave to go back home?” You ask, leaning back in your seat as you take a sip of your drink.

“End of the week.” Nick sigh, “I don’t want to.”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about buying a house here, just staying here for as long as we can.” Matt laughs, “They have a house right down the road that’s for sale, and I’m so tempted to go look at it.”

“Wouldn’t be a bad idea.” You shrug, “Every time I come here I get like.. what is it? Post vacation depression but it starts right before I leave. It’s like my body knows that I’m leaving the good place and going back to hell or something.”

Nick and Matt laugh and Chris shakes his head, reaching forward to grab a drink.

“So Chris.” You smile as you look at him, “How’s your sunburn?”

He looks over at Nick, “Dude, my sunburn is my business.”

Nick scoffs, “Please, your arms are redder than that lobster on that plate over here.” He points, “Anyone can guess you’re not good at putting sunscreen on.”

Chris rolls his eyes, “Whatever.”

“What is wrong with you? Did you put the party pooper shorts on today by accident or something, because your attitude is getting really annoying.” Matt stares at Chris and Chris stands up, “I’m going upstairs.”

You watch as he walks away and you look between Matt and Nick, “Is it me? I feel like it’s me.”

“I think he’s just tired, he was up at the ass crack of dawn ready to go bogey boarding.” Nick shakes his head with a laugh, “I really don’t think it’s you.”

“Was he like this before? Maybe I should just go back to catch my flight early or something, I don’t want him ruining your guys moods.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Matt shakes his head, “We haven’t seen you in almost four years, it’s nice actually talking to someone we actually liked from highschool.”

You laugh with a nod, “Literally. Almost everyone else is ridiculous.”

“Did you see that Kyra got engaged to Lowen?” Nick leans in, his eyes widening as you nod, “I did see that! You know, in school, she uses to make fun of him all the time about being in band. She swore she would never date someone who played an instrument, she said it was too geeky.”

“She’s always been stuck up.” Matt mumbles, “I used to have a crush on her, but the longer I didn’t say anything, the more of a bitch I realized she was. I don’t know how you were friends with her.”

“She wasn’t a bitch to me.” You shrug with a laugh, “She hosted good sleepovers, her mom used to let us drink wine coolers.”

Nick and Matt laugh, “Maybe that’s why Chris is mad.” Nick snorts, “He didn’t get to play dress up and drink wine coolers.”

“Doubt that.” You laugh harder, letting out a sigh, “Maybe I’ll shoot him a message after I leave, talk to him then.”

You eventually lost track of time as you reminisced the high school days with the two, talking about the dances, the sports, and everything in between.

By the time you remembered to check the time, it was too late.

“Shit.” You sigh, “I’ll never make my flight now.” You set your phone on the table and Nick frowns, “Can’t say I’m sad about that.” He laughs, stopping to attempt at being serious, “Sorry, we didn’t mean to keep you longer than you wanted. Do they have anymore tonight or do you have go wait until tomorrow?”

You check the flight page and shake your head, “Next one is two days from now. They’re booked until then, but it’s fine. I’m not mad about it.” You laugh as you book the next flight, “Looks like I’m stuck in Hawaii with you guys.”

Matt claps his hands together, pointing his pointer fingers at you, “You get two more days of vacation time.”

Nick let’s out a laugh, “Chris should love this.”

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The sun was setting and you found yourself down on the beach with Nick, “I feel like Chris hates me. I don’t even know what I did or what I could have done.”

“Maybe it’s because we haven’t seen you in three years.” He shrugs, “I know it was hard for me, you were literally my best friend in school.”

“You’re going to make me cry.” You lay a hand over your mouth and he pulls you into his side, “No, don’t do that. I’ll throw you in the ocean if you start doing that shit.”

You laugh as you sit up, “Please don’t do that. The ocean at night scares me.”

“All the more reason for you to not cry then.” He jokes, looking behind him, “Oh here comes Matt. Maybe he found out why Chris is being such an ass.”

Matt sits down next to you, “He won’t talk to me. He’s lying down, on his phone. He just kept telling me to go away.”

“Maybe he’s looking for a sooner flight.” Nick scoffs, “He’d do us a favor with getting that attitude off the island.”

“He was on TikTok.” Matt shrugs, “I don’t know.”

You look out at the water and gasp, “Shit. I forgot to see if they had any rooms available.” You groan, “I guess I better go do that.”

As you stand up, Matt speaks up, “I figure you could bunk with Nick. I moved your bags into his room. I’ll just take one for the team and share with Chris.”

You look at Nick, as he looks from Matt to you, “Is that okay with you?”

He nods, “Yeah, of course it’s okay with me. Room 22.”

You smile, “Thank you.”

You make your way up to the hotel and walk into the room. You make your way over to your bags and rummage through to get out your sleepwear.

As you turn around, Chris comes out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, and stops, “What are you doing in my room?”

“This is room 22 right?” Your eyes fight to stay on his face, “I missed my flight and Nick said I could stay with him.”

As soon as you finished speaking, you realized that this was a set up. Speaking at the same time as Chris, “Of course he did.”

You let out a sigh, “Well, good. Maybe I can figure out why you’re making it seem like I’m ruining your vacation by being here.”

He doesn’t say anything. He just walks over to his bag and pulls out a pair of sweats, turning to disappear back into the bathroom. You take a deep breath and turn around, pushing down your shorts and swim bottoms to change into your pajama shorts.

As you pull your shirt up over your head, the bathroom door opens, followed by the main door to the room and it closes behind him.

You untie your swim top, throwing it down and slipping on a t-shirt. You walk over to the door, listening to the muffled knocking on Matt’s door.

After a few knocks, the door of Chris’ room swings open and he stops, locking eyes with you for a split second before walking in past you, “I’ll just sleep on the floor.”

“You don’t have to do that. We can share the bed, Chris.” You cross your arms and he ignores you, “Chris.” You walk over to him and he walks away, moving to plop down on the bed and continue scrolling on his phone.

“I’ll sleep on the floor, if it’s that big of a deal to you.” You roll your eyes as you grab a pillow from the bed and toss it to the floor. You hear Chris sigh before he turns his head, “Just, lay down.”

You look from him to the floor, bending down to pick up the pillow and you lay it back on the bed. You sit down with your phone, adding both Nick and Matt to a group chat, You could have let me in on your little plan you know.

Nick texts back, Good luck!

Matt replies after Nick with a bunch of laughing faces, Sorry, I wasn’t sure if you’d bite onto it or not.

You roll your eyes, setting your phone down onto the nightstand, “I’m going for a shower.”

“Okay? You don’t need to tell me what you’re doing.” Chris mumbles and you sigh, “Right.” You get up, making your way to the bathroom for a shower.

Once you come out, Chris is sitting up against the headboard, eyes glued to the tv that’s on the wall. You don’t even bother saying anything, you just drop your towel down by your bag and sit back down on the bed.

You kick your feet up on it, watching at the screen plays whatever show he’s watching, “So, I-“

“If I just say I’m happy to see you, will you stop trying to dig at something you clearly don’t care about?” He looks over at you and you sit up, “um, please elaborate on what I clearly don’t care about.”

He shake his head, looking back at the tv.

“I thought we were good, but apparently I did something to you and I’m not sure what, but I’d like to know so I can at least try to make up for it.” You turn towards him and he ignores you.

“Fine.” You lay down, pulling the blankets over and Chris yells slightly, “Whoa, hey. We need to share that, you know?”

“Oh, sorry. Guess there isn’t much that I do know.”

You hear him scoff and he yanks the blanket back over, pinning it under his leg so you can’t pull it anymore.

As you lay there scrolling on your phone, you think of random reasons as to why Chris could possibly be mad at you, “Is it because I told your lacrosse coach you weren’t actually sick that one day?”

“No.”

“Is it because I missed your lacrosse game?”

“Nothing to do with lacrosse.” He mumbles and you nod, “Hmm, okay. Well you might as well tell me because I’m not going to stop until I know why you’re mad at me.”

“You’re annoying.”

“So are you.” You shoot back, “Um, is it because-“

“I’m going to bed.” Chris turns out the light and shuffles around to get comfy. You sigh, continuing to scroll.

After a few minutes of nothing but the tv quietly playing in the background, you turn your head, “Do I make you nervous?”

“What?” Chris asks, sounding surprised you’d even ask that.

“Are you nervous around me or something, is that why you put on this.. act or something?”

“It’s not an act.” He mumbles, “You-“ he stops, taking a deep breath, “Nothing, just- go to sleep. Please.”

“No. Not until you tell me why you’re acting the way you are towards me. You literally liked my Instagram post two days ago, Chris. What could I have possibly done-“

He sits up and looks at you, “Senior year. I was going to ask you to prom. I was so confident that you’d say yes. I thought you liked me, too. All of the flirting and hanging out we did, I thought we were on the same page, but when you said yes to going with Wes..” he shakes his head, letting out a sigh, “You were good friends with my brothers, and I didn’t want them to lose a friend so I just kept my mouth shut.”

You take a second, processing what he just said. As you open your mouth to speak, he cuts you off, “And to make matters worse, somehow, it got out I was going to ask you, and you let Wes make fun of me in front of everyone. Stupid little Sturniolo is dumb to think he had a chance with you. I hated Wes, and you knew that.”

“So you’re holding a grudge against me over something I did in high school?”

He shrugs, “You call it holding grudges, I call it seeing who you are, and I can’t unsee it.”

“What exactly did you see I was?”

“That you only cared about yourself, surrounded yourself in school with people that made you look good.“ he scoffs, “I tried to let it go, I really did. It was prom, for Christ sake. When I heard you were coming, I knew seeing you in person again would stir up those feelings again because I never told anyone about it.”

You sit there in silence and Chris sighs, his voice, “I didn’t deserve that, and you know it.”

“I did talk to him about it afterwards, Chris. You know how Wes was. He always had to be right, he always had to have people agreeing with him.”

Chris scoffs, “Yeah, okay.”

“I did. I told him that you were my friend and the way he spoke about you wasn’t right. If I did that in front of everyone, he would have made a joke of me, too.”

“I doubt that.” He shakes his head, “You were the princess, senior year. Everyone would have jumped to be friends with you. Be with you. Something.”

You take a deep breath, “Have you seen the year book? Did you take notice as to why there wasn’t any pictures of me on the senior prom page?”

“I didn’t really care to look that hard, if I’m being honest.” He looks over at you and you shrug, “Well, there isn’t. Because I didn’t go to prom.”

“Huh?” He looks at you confused and you nod, “I didn’t want to go with someone who didn’t respect the people I felt were closest to me, but you ignored me for three weeks after, so I should have just gone.”

“I hated you.”

“Hated?” You question, “Seems like you still do.”

“I thought about you.” He pauses, “I hated you because of how often I thought about you. I tried to be happy, I tried to move on, I tried to do everything I could, but somehow, every time I got on Instagram, or tiktok, or whatever it was, I’d see your face right away and it just-“ he groans, “I fell in love with you in high school, I thought you were going to be the one I ended up with and was happy with for the rest of my life.”

You stare at him as he continues going on, “I wanted everything with you. I felt like I played better when you were at my games. I did better in school because you pushed me to do better. I thought you knew I loved you, and I thought you loved me, too. But when you just led me on like that, I-“

You shut him up with a kiss.

You lean back, shocked at what you just did, but Chris pulls you back in, laying you back on the bed as his lips move with yours.

Your hands slide up to caress his cheeks, tilting your head back as his lips trail down your neck, “I don’t want to hate you anymore.” He breathes out, “I still love you.”

You shake your head, “I messed up, but let me fix it.” You peck his lips, then his cheek, “Let me show you how sorry I am.” You press a deep kiss to his lips as you sit up. He lays back, pulling you with him as he continues kissing you.

You swing your leg over his hip, straddling his waist as you slowly kiss down his neck, “It should have been you.” You whisper, “I love you, too.”

His breath hitches in his throat at your words, “Say it again, please.”

You kiss back up to ear, his hands gripping your hips tight as you whisper, “I love you, Chris.”

He turns his head, smashing his lips onto yours, groaning lowly as you grind down against him. You move down, pressing kissing against his bare chest and abdomen as you make your way to the band of his sweats.

His eyes watch you intently, not breaking his stare as you sit up. You slide your hands down his thighs, dragging them up your own to grab the hem of your shirt. You pull it up over your head, showing off your bare chest.

“You’re beautiful.” Chris whispers, eyes flicking between your boobs and your face, “Everything about you is beautiful.”

He bites his lip as your fingers slip into the band of his sweats, lifting up as you slide them down over his hips and thighs.

You flip your hair, reaching out to wrap your hand around his cock. You give him a small smile before leaning down to lick up under the underside, which causes a breathy moan to part his lips.

You close your lips around the tip, slowly swirling your tongue around, and his groans grow louder, “Fuck.”

You slowly bob your head, working him further and further into your mouth. Your fingertips dig into his thighs as you feel him slip into your throat. You hold it there for a second, bobbing a few times before slowly lifting your head up.

You tilt your head back, eyes locking onto his as your tongue rests under the tip. You tilt your head down, pressing a kiss to it before taking him back in.

He gasps, head tilting back as he moans, “Fuck, fuck, so good, baby.”

You moan around him from his praise, his hand sliding up and lying on the back of your head, “B-baby..” he pants, “I-I need you, please.”

You slowly lift your head, sitting up on your knees and you push your shorts down. You bite your lip as you see his eyes scan down your body. He sits up, reaching out to pull you down to him.

Your hands land on the bed, on either side of his head as you work to get one leg free from your shorts. His hands slide down to your ass, gripping tight as he guides you down onto his cock.

You both gasp, his hand slowly sliding up to cup your cheek as you rise up and sink back down.

“Fuck.” You whimper, “You feel so good.”

He presses his lips to yours, groaning as you move in a slow rhythm. You roll your hips forward, lifting and sinking in a way that allows you to feel him fully.

Chris slides his arm around your waist, his fingertips digging into your side as he bucks his hips, “Doing so good, making me feel so good.” He kisses down your chest, sliding his other hand around to grip and knead you one boob.

He lifts his head, taking your nipple of the other into his mouth and sucking. His action pulls more moans from your throat, causing them to grow louder as he nips and flicks his tongue over.

You look down, tilting his head up before attaching your lips to his, moaning into his mouth as your rhythm quickens, “I’m sorry for hurting you.” You whisper, “I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head quickly, “It’s okay, baby. I got you now.” He rolls you over, slowly thrusting into you, “I got you.”

His rhythm is slow as his lips attach to your neck to suck a mark into your skin. You moan as you back lifts from the bed, “You got me.”

He kisses up to your ear, “I’m never letting you go.” He lifts his head, shaking it as he looks into your eyes, “Never again.”

You smile, pulling him back in for a kiss. Your legs tighten around his waist, moaning into his mouth as your walls squeeze his cock, “M’so close.” You gasp, “Don’t stop.”

“Almost there.”

“Yes! Yes!” Your hand slides up, dragging down his back as you come undone beneath him. Moaning and whining out as he guides you through your high.

“You sound so pretty.” He groans, “Love making you sound like this.”

His thrusts pick up, “fuck, baby.” He presses his hand to your cheek as he kisses you, swallowing your moans as he thrusts faster, “you have me so close.” He kisses down, your neck and back up to your lips.

He reaches down, fingers digging into the outside of your thigh as his thrusts grow sloppy, “Fuck.” He gasps against your lips, whining lowly, “Oh my god, baby.”

Your lips part as you feel him disappear from inside of you, laying your head back as you feel his cum pain your waist.

He leans up, gently brushing his fingers over your cheek before planing a kiss on your forehead. He gets up, grabbing the towel from the floor and he walks back over, cleaning both of you off.

You shuffle around, moving the blanket down as he walks over to get in on his side. He scoots over into the middle, reaching out for you to lay with him.

He pulls you closer, “I’m sorry I was such an asshole to you.”

“Me too, I’m sorry I was such an asshole in high school.”

He laughs, “Now that I think about it, it’s actually kind of funny.” He starts laughing more and you join in, “You know, Wes actually reached out to me a few weeks ago.”

“Oh, he did?” Chris almost sounded disappointed, “What did he want?”

“Nothing, just to see if I was coming to our four year reunion.” You bite your lip, “Can’t wait to see the look on his face when I show up with you.”

Chris laughs lightly, “You really want to go to that?”

“Only if you do.” You turn your head, rolling over to face him, “Do you want to?”

Chris nods, “Fuck yeah I do. I want to rub it in his face that I got the girl he said I’d never get.” He presses a kiss to your lips, “I love you.”

You smile, “I love you.” You kiss him again and lean back, “Oh, we should probably thank Nick and Matt, because if they put us in a room with two beds, this probably wouldn’t have happened.”

Chris smirks, “Mm, doubtful.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you so much, also, thank you for being patient, I know it’s been a few days since I put something out, but I have some solby, Colby, Sam, and more coming your way soon. Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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The sound of your professor blabbing could put you to sleep.

You weren’t feeling class today, at all. You were kicking your own ass for not skipping like you originally wanted to.

You blink, snapping yourself from your thoughts, “Shit.” You lean over to Matt, “What did he say?”

“We’re having a test on this next Thursday.”

“Thursday?” You ask and he nods, “Yeah, are you okay? You look exhausted.” He raises his fingers from the table, “I don’t mean in a bad way, you just-“

“No, I am.” You laugh quietly, “I was up redoing my notes for Greenly’s class because I spilt my coffee all over them.” You let out a sigh, “I only wrote down what I could read, and since he doesn’t like computers in his classroom for whatever fucking reason, I’m screwed.”

Matt chuckles, “I can let you borrow mine, if you want?”

You tilt your head, “Oh yes, please. That would be awesome. Thank you.” You reach up, gently squeezing his shoulder as you turn to face forward again.

A few minutes later, Matt slides a dark blue notebook over to you. You look down at it, then over at him with a smile, “Thank you.”

He gives you a nod, “Welcome.”

A little bit later, the professor claps his hands together, “So for this semester’s final, I have decided that I’m going to have you guys do a project.”

A unified groan echoes from all the students and he laughs, “I know, I know. But it’s going to be a PowerPoint. On any of the topics we discussed over the last few weeks, and you guys can have a partner.”

“At least we don’t have to do it all alone, you know.” Matt mumbles and you nod, “Yeah, right?”

“Partners need to be picked and sent to me by five p.m tomorrow.“

An instant message pops up in the bottom right corner of your computer screen, Nash Trevors: I already sent a message to Winder that we’re partners, hope that’s cool with you.

You lean forward, typing on the keys, Y/n Y/l/n: As long as you promise to actually do something this time.

“So, y/n.” Matt turns towards you, “Do you have a partner yet? Or, one in mind?” He pushes up his glasses as you turn towards him, closing your laptop, “Yeah, Nash already sent in that I’m his partner.”

“He didn’t even ask you?” Matt furrows his brows, “He shouldn’t have just made that choice for you, he never does anything himself. It’s always the person that’s stuck with him.”

You shrug, “It’s fine, I like doing PowerPoints, so it’s not really a loss, I guess.”

Matt doesn’t say anything right away, he just packs up his lap top, “That’s still not fair to you.” He stands up, letting out a sigh, “Good luck.”

You watch as he walks away before turning around. You grab his notebook that he left and stack it on top of your books.

“Hey partner.” Nash smirks as he stands down in front of you, “Do you have a topic in mind?”

“Do you?” You glance up at him and he shrugs, “Maybe we can figure that one out over dinner?”

You scoff, “This isn’t a ploy for you to get into my pants, Nash. I’m not just some girl who will fall and kiss the ground you walk on.” You tuck your laptop into its case and he laughs, “Oh come on, that’s not why I picked you as my partner. You’re smart and organized.”

“Mhm.” You roll your eyes and stand up, “Meet me at the cafe in two hours and we can start. I need to rewrite my notes first.”

“Cafe. Two hours. You got it.” He gives you a thumbs up and you laugh, shaking your head as you walk away.

As you make your way out of the classroom, all you can think about is why Matt didn’t wait for you like he usually does, and why he was acting kind of weird.

Was he mad that I already had a partner, you think, did he not like Nash?

You bump into someone as you’re lost in your thoughts, “Sorry, I-“ you point, “Nick, hey. Have you seen your brother?”

“Which one?” He laughs, “Chris is still sleeping, and Matt was on his way back to the dorm I think. He didn’t say much, actually, he didn’t say anything at all.”

“Oh, okay.” You nod and Nick tilts his head, “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I was just going to tell him that I’ll have his notes back to him in an hour or so. He kinda ran out of class a lot faster than usual. I’ll just text him.”

He nods, “Okay, are those notes for Greenly?”

“How’d you know?” You laugh, and Nick rolls his eyes, “Please, he’s the only teacher on campus that hates technology.”

“He is a weird one.” You smile, “I gotta go. I’ll see you later.” He nods and you walk away, making your way to the cafe.

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You let out a sigh, flexing your hand after dropping your pen onto your notebook. You were so used to typing, taking actual notes sucked even worse than usual.

You lean over, tapping your phone to see if Matt had answered, but still no word from him.

Something was off about earlier.

The bells on the door sound loudly as the door is flung open. You’re greeted with a cheesy smile of Nash, who makes his way over to you, “Look at that, on time.”

“Barely.” You mumble, closing the notebook in front of you. Nash reaches over, “M. Sturniolo.” He laughs as he shakes his head, “What are you doing with this nerd’s notebook.”

You snatch the notebook from his hands, “Don’t call him that. Matt is actually really smart.”

“What, do you have some sort of soft spots for the dorky ones? I thought I knew you better than that, y/l/n.”

“Are you here to guess what I’m in to, or work on the final?” You stare at him, letting out a sigh, “Actually, don’t answer that. Let’s just work on this stupid thing.”

He laughs, pulling his laptop from his backpack, “Can you do that shared thing? Where I can see what you do on the PowerPoint on my screen and what I do on yours?”

“Yeah. Give me a second.” You click a few times, tap the keys and point to his laptop, “I sent it to you, just click on it and you should be good.”

Your eyes scan down over your list of topics scribbled down on the paper beside your computer, “We can do the artful mysteries one? We can look at famous artwork and we can each write down what we think it means before figuring out what it actually is about?”

Nash thinks for a moment, “Is that the easiest one?”

You sigh and lean back and he laughs, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. That one is fine. I’ll start looking up famous art works right now.”

You look up, straightening up when you see Matt walk in. You smile at him as he looks over, but his face stays the same. He looks away, walking up to the counter.

You furrow your brows, slowly looking down at your computer. Your eyes move to his notebook, “I’ll be right back.” You grab the book and stand up to make your way over to him, “Hey, Matt.”

He looks over at you, moving his eyes down to his notebook in your hands, “Are you done with that?”

“Yeah, I texted you. Thanks again for-“

“Here’s your coffee.” The barista smiles and he nods, taking it, “Thanks.” He takes his notebook, looks over at Nash who’s sitting with your stuff, “Thanks.”

“Matt, wait.” You step back as he walks away and he doesn’t stop, he exits the coffee shop, leaving you to feel slightly embarrassed.

You swallow, making your way back to table, “I think we’re done. Just send me whatever pictures you want.”

“Hey, wait. We’re just-“

You cut Nash off, “I gotta go.” You quickly gather up all of your things and rush out of the cafe. You make your way to your dorm, not stopping for anything.

After an hour of contemplating, you sat down on your bed, and picked up your phone to text Matt, Hey, can we talk about earlier today?

He responds rather quickly, What is there to talk about?

Your brows furrow in confusion, did he not think anything was wrong? You tilt your head as you type, You seemed a little irritated with me today after class and at the cafe. I just wanted to apologize if I did anything wrong, and hopefully find out what exactly I did.

You see the bubbles pop up, disappear, then pop up again before disappearing. A few second later, his text comes through, I’m good. You’re good. Everything is good. I gotta work on this project.

You didn’t feel like everything was good, but you weren’t going to push, Okay, see you in class. Thanks again for the notes.

You set your phone down and another next comes through, but it wasn’t Matt, it was Nash, Are these good enough? Attached, is five art photos.

You literally just saved the first five photos you seen on Google. He texts back instantly, I’ll have to find different ones tomorrow then. I have a party to get to.

You scoff, It’s a fucking Wednesday night, dude. Are you serious?

I would never joke about a kegger, y/l/n. We can work on it tomorrow after class, okay? I promise.

You roll your eyes at his message, already accepting the fact that you were doing this alone, K. You toss your phone down and get to looking up different paintings.

After an hour of picking and placing them on each painting on its own slide, you take a break. You check your phone, letting out a sigh when you didn’t see anything from who you really wanted to hear from.

You and Matt met at the beginning of your guy’s sophomore year. He was one of those rare guys you find on a college campus.

He didn’t go to parties on Wednesday nights. He focused on his school work, and he was rarely ever late to, or even skipped class. He was someone you genuinely enjoyed hanging out with, or even sitting through a class with.

That’s why you liked him.

He was really sweet, and you guys seemed to click almost instantly. A part of you felt like he was more into getting through school than he was at finding a girlfriend, so you kept your feelings to yourself.

You wanted to ask him if he wanted to study for the test next Thursday, but with how your previous interaction went, you had a feeling to just let it go, ask him tomorrow in class.

You went back to working on the PowerPoint before you ended up passing out.

Your alarm woke you up.

You groaned as you pushed yourself up from the bed, making your way to the shower before going back to get ready for the day.

Still nothing from Matt, which again, is weird. He usually always makes sure you’re up on time.

As you walk out of your room, you smile as a girl passes by and your phone dings. You bring it up and groan quietly as you see a text from Nash, Good job on the PowerPoint, partner. Want to meet after class? I’m not coming in today, super hungover.

“Of course.” You let out a sigh and tap the screen, Figures. You hit send and make your way to class.

As you walk in, you look around, smiling slightly when you see Matt is sitting down in his seat. You walk up the steps, making your way over, “Hey.”

He nods, keeping his eyes on his phone, “Hey.”

You sit down, opening up your computer, “Thanks again for the um, notes.” He looks over at you, letting out a sigh as he sits up, “Yeah, no problem.” He looks around, “What? No project partner today? Thought he’d be all over you to get it done.”

“Uh, no.” You shake your head, “He is, hungover. Apparently he had a kegger last night that he couldn’t miss, so.”

“Mm.” Matt raises his brows and scoffs, “Figures.”

As soon as you go to speak, your professor walks in and starts talking, and the next hour feels like it drags by.

Matt didn’t really talk to you, when he did, he was to answer your questions about the work, and they were usually one or two words. He didn’t joke around, or laugh at stuff he normally would laugh at.

“Hey.” You lean over, “When class is over, do you want to get an early lunch or something?”

“Can’t. Nick needs help studying for his test later.”

“Okay. Um, speaking of test, do you want to study at all within the next week for next test for us?” You look at him and he shrugs, “I’ll let you know.” He stands up, packing up his things, “Good luck with Nash.”

You laugh slightly, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just, you know. Good luck. With Nash.” He shrugs, “I don’t know, I gotta go.” He walks away and you squint, trying to wrap your brain around what just happened, “Okay?”

Matt usually never turns down an invitation to study with you. There actually wasn’t ever a time he said no, you’ve studied with both him and Nick before, so now things were really weird.

You shake your head and slowly gather your things. You pull your phone from your pocket and text Nash, I’m heading to the cafe if you want to meet me there.

You got no response from Nash the whole way to the cafe. You weren’t banking on him coming, he was probably passed out or had his head in the toilet, discarding last nights keg contents.

As soon as you sit down, your phone goes off with a text from him. At this point, his name alone just pissed you off.

I’m coming, sorry. I fell asleep, can you order me a latte. Extra espresso? I’ll pay you back.

He wasn’t going to pay you back, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to focus and actually help you with this, so you went up and ordered the coffee.

He walked through the door as soon as they came out and he jogs up, “You’re a life saver, fucking hell.” He takes his cup and chugs a few sips, “Thanks.” He motions, “Shall we?”

You scoff, walking by him and sitting down, “I just need what you think these paintings are about, and then tonight I’ll just research their actual meanings.”

“Okay. Cool.” He sits down, scooting over to look at your computer screen. You lean away, “don’t you have your own?”

He looks down beside him, “Forgot my backpack, oops.”

You roll your eyes, pushing your computer towards him, “Here.” He leans over, “Sorry, was I in your personal bubble?”

“Just. Shut up and tell me what you think.” You grab your pen and he raises his brows, “Meow. What’s up with you? Boyfriend troubles?”

“He’s not..” you sigh, “My boyfriend. Just- can you please focus on something other than someone else’s potential business?”

“Fine. Fine.” His eyes scan down over the picture, “Okay. What’s this one?” He points and you pinch the bridge of your nose, “The School of Athens.”

“Okay.” He clears his throat, “The School of Athens.. to me.. looks like a bunch of people gathered around to celebrate something important, I guess?”

You sigh as you jot down his answer, “I mean, I’ll give that to you, it’s not that far off.”

“Really!? Sweet!” He claps his hands together, “Oh this is easy.”

You manage to make it through your project time in one piece, you might have lost a few brain cells listening to Nash explain how to do a keg stand, but other than that, it really could have been worse.

“Okay. I’ll add these into the slides when I get back to my dorm. Then I’ll add in mine and the real meaning behind them, and then we’re finished.” You stand up, shutting your laptop.

“That was easy.” Nash laughs, “Is there anything else I can do?”

“No.” You shake your head, sliding your books from the table, “You did enough. I’ll take it from here.”

“You’re the best partner. Thank you.”

You roll your eyes, “Uh huh.” You grab your coffee and leave.

A little while later, as you’re clicking away on your keys, you notice your phone light up. As soon as you look over, the incoming call screen vanishes and you pick it up.

A text from Matt comes through right away, Sorry didn’t mean to call you. You press your lips together and answer, it’s okay.

You set your phone back down and it dings, then dings again, and again, all back to back. You pick it up, reading down over Matt’s texts.

Fuck it

Yeah I did

I wanna talk to you

His incoming call fills the screen, and you answer instantly, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

You stay silent as you wait for him to speak. He lets out a sigh, “I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole. You don’t deserve that. I’m just-“ he pauses, “I don’t- fuck, okay.”

He takes a deep breath, “I guess what I’m trying to say, is that I’m jealous.”

“You’re jealous? Over what, Matt?” You ask, sitting up as you slide your laptop from your lap.

“You and.. Nash.”

“Matt.” You bite your lip, “There’s nothing going on between Nash and I. He only picked me so he didn’t have to the PowerPoint, and I didn’t change it, because one, I thought it would be easy to just do it myself, and two.” You pause, smirking as the words slip from your lips, “You didn’t ask me to be yours.”

“I was going to, but then you said you had Nash, and I just- this jealous rage took over and it pissed me off, I’m not going to lie. It pissed me off that he was going to see you, be around you, I-“

“He isn’t you, Matt.” You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, but a sudden feeling of relief washed over you,“He isn’t you.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m on the phone with you.”

He chuckles, “Right, yeah. Do you want to, I don’t know, maybe study?”

You pull your lip between your teeth and silently celebrate, “Yeah, yeah. I’d like that.”

“Good, because-“

There’s a knock on your door and you can hear Matt laugh from the other side and through the phone, “I’m already here.”

You hang up and get up from your bed. You walk over and open the door, pulling him in by his arm. You turn to face him as you close and lock the door, and he closes the space with his lips on yours.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that forever.” His thumbs rub over your cheeks, and he leans in to press his lips to yours once more.

You slide your hands up his chest, working to undo each of the little white buttons that’s keeping his blue, plaid print top closed.

“Prove to me how sorry you am.” You look up at him with a smirk and he nods, “I can do that.” He smirks, reaching down to pull your shirt up over your head.

His eyes scan over your bare chest and he lifts a brow, “Did you know I was coming over?”

“I was hoping you would.” You walk over to the bed and he follows, his body lying over yours as his lips move against yours in a slow, heated sync.

His hand slides up your side, stopping to grip and kneed your boob. He smirks against your lips as you let out a small moan. He kisses down your neck, “You sound so pretty.”

You smile, arching your back as he twists your nipple between his thumb and pointer, “Fuck.”

He kisses down your chest, moving down your body, “I need these off.” He looks up at you and you nod eagerly. He pulls your sweats and panties down your thighs, biting his lip as his eyes lock onto your cunt.

You spread your legs, watching as he leans in.

You gasp as his tongue presses flat to your clit, rolling your hips as he laps at it, “M-Matt-“ your hand flies down to tangle his hair around your fingers, “Fuck, yes.”

He tilts his head down, tongue sliding up and down your needy opening. He groans against you, tightening his grip on his thighs.

There was something hot about Matt eating you out with his glasses still on, him in glasses is something that literally lit a fire inside of you.

He looks so fucking good.

He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting between you and his lips, “You taste so fucking good.” He groans as he leans back in, his tongue pushing as deep into you as he can get it.

You whine out, slapping your free hand to your mouth to muffle your moans, the walls were paper thin in this place.

“mm, fuck.” You gasp, eyes screwing shut as you pull his hair, “Fuck.” You gasp out as your hand goes to meet your other, pulling him into your more as you roll your hips, “S-so close, fuck, m’gonna cum.”

Matt groans against you, sending just the right amount of vibrations through you to get you over that ledge.

Your thighs twitch around his head, tightening as he guides you through your high.

Your grip loosens as your legs relax. Your chest rising and falling quickly as you watch him crawl up your body to plant his lips on yours.

You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips, sliding your hands up his chest to push his shirt down over his shoulders. You drag your nails back down his chest, causing his breathing to shudder.

You stop at the top of his jeans, undoing the button and pushing the zipper down, “I need you.”

He pushes himself up, reaching up to take his glasses off, but you stop him, “No, leave them on please. I think it’s hot.” You bite your lip as his hands slowly move away from the frame, a smirk toying with his lips.

He pushes his jeans down, tilting his head as he pushes his boxers down and you glance up at him as he slowly leans down.

You pull him in for a kiss, spreading your legs wider as the tip of his cock runs up and down between your soaked folds.

You both gasp as he slips on, moans rolling from both or your lips as he slowly pushes in further.

“Fuck.” He grunts, “Feels so good.”

Your nails sink into his shoulders and your legs tighten around his waist, “M-move please.” Your eyes roll back as he complies, pulling out and thrusting in deeper.

He quickly gets into a rhythm, thrusting in and out at a medium pace.

“H-harder.” You gasp, moaning out as he bites and sucks marks into the skin of your neck, “Please.”

His thrusts pick up, moving into a hard, punishable pace, “That what you wanted, baby?” He groans, “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You whine out, nodding your head as your eyes roll back. Your back lifts from the bed and you moan out loudly.

The bed moves forward, slamming against the wall with each of his thrusts, but neither of you cared.

You didn’t care about anything but each other.

“So close.” You whine, “F-fuck, don’t stop.”

He moans as your nails sink in and drag across his back, “Fuck, that’s it.” He crashes his lips into yours, “Come for me, baby.”

You moan into his mouth, walls squeezing around him as he pulls you closer and closer to another orgasm, “Fuckfuckfuck.” You slide a hand up, tugging his hair as you come undone.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He slides his hand up to your throat, squeezing slightly as he keeps the current pace of his thrusts steady, “M’gonna cum.” He groans loudly, “Fuck, fuck.”

He slides his hand away from your neck, pressing it into the bed by your head as he pulls out, cum spilling onto your waist.

You stare up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling quickly as you come down from your high.

Matt sits up, looking around for something to clean up with, “Do you- nevermind.” He gets off the bed, bending down to pick up a towel and he comes back over, “Was that a good enough apology?”

You sit up slightly, smirking as you watch him wipe off your waist, “I mean, yeah, but maybe we can do it again just-“

Matt crashes his lips onto yours, “Say no more, baby.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you all tremendously! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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“Chris.” You move your phone out of view, watching as Chris continues to keep his focus on the screen in front of him. You sit up, “Babe. Chris. Hello?”

He doesn’t budge.

You look around, smirking when you see the pillow next to you. You grab it, slowly crawling forward and sitting up on your knees.

You bring the pillow back and gently hit him with him.

He snaps his head over, a smile on his face, “Did you just hit me with a pillow?” He pushes his headset off of one ear.

“Yeah.” You nod, “I’ve been-“ you hit him with the pillow again, “Trying to get your attention forever!”

He laughs as he pulls his headset from his head and sets it on his desk, “Sorry, I’ve been into-“

You cut him off with a pillow to the face, “Yeah yeah. Excuses.” You laugh as he stands up and he nods, “Okay, okay.”

He goes to walk away but quickly turns, ripping the pillow from your grasp and attacking you with it. Hit after hit with the soft rectangle, and all you could do was laugh.

“Pay backs a bitch, isn’t it.” He laughs, throwing the pillow and digging his fingers into your sides. Your laugh fills the room, desperate pleas for him to stop following, “N-no! Nono!” You laugh, “P-please I’m-I’m sorry!”

“Oh now you’re sorry?” Chris rolls on top of you, pinning your hands down by your head, “Gimme a kiss.”

You stare up at him and he sighs, “Fine, I guess I’ll just have to-“

You get your hand free, cutting him off with your fingers digging into his sides. He flops over, throwing his hands to try and get you to stop as he laughs loudly, “Cheap shot! Cheap shot!”

As you reach over to grab the pillow, Chris lifts his head and his forehead accidently connects with your lips. You sit back with a gasp, hand flying to press to your mouth.

“Oh my god!” Chris sits up, his hands on your arms, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t-I didn’t know you were reaching! I’m so sorry. Here let me see. Are you bleeding?”

You pull your hand away, licking your lips as you look at him.

His face is etched with worry as his eyes fixate on your lips to make sure you’re okay, “I don’t see any blood.” He gently pulls your lip down, “Sorry, I’m sorry.” He looks into your eyes, “Are you okay? Does that hurt?”

You shake your head, “No, no. I’m fine, babe. It just-“ you laugh slightly, “It just caught me off guard a little. I wasn’t expecting you to come up as I was reaching over.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I should have been more careful.” He pulls you into his chest, hugging you tight, “I’m sorry.”

“Chris.” You look up at him, “I’m fine. Really.” You reach up and rub his cheek as you lean back, “I’m good, it’s not your fault. We were roughhousing. We always know how that goes.”

He shakes his head, “Do you- I’m going to go get you a popcicle for your lip. Don’t move.”

Before you can say anything he’s gone, and back within a minute. He pushes the treat from the plastic wrapping and hands it to you, “That should help.”

You smile, nodding as you take it from him.

He sits down next to you, “I feel so bad.”

You can see his eyes looking at your lip every time you pull the popsicle away, “I told you, it’s okay. I’m good. Worst thing, I’ll get a fat lip from that thick ass skull of yours.”

He furrows his brows as he tries not to laugh, “I hurt you, I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t. That’s why I’m making jokes. I find it funny.” You lean in, “Gimme a kiss.” He smirks, shaking his head before gently pressing his lips to yours.

“Ow!” You yell, causing Chris to jump and you laugh, “I’m joking! I’m joking!”

“Don’t do that!” He groans, moving back onto the bed, “Come here.” You move back, laying back against his side, “Sorry.”

He presses a kiss to your head and points to the tv, “Pick a movie.”

Your eyes scan over the screen and you point, “That one. The one you’re on.” You watch as he presses play, without making a fuss like he normally does.

He presses another kiss to your head, “Do you need anything?” You purse your lips, “I’m kinda thirsty, but I can-“

Chris was up and out of bed, “I’ll get it.”

You knew Chris felt bad about hurting you, and even though you didn’t think it was a big deal to him, it was everything to him.

The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you, even on accident.

He comes back with a few drinks and some snacks, “I forgot to ask what you wanted so I just brought you a shit ton of stuff back.” He laughs slightly, “Here.”

He hands you a drink and you take it, “You didn’t have to get all of that, but thank you.” You sit up and he sits down next to you, “Do you need anything else? Another pillow? The lights off? Another kiss?”

You smirk, tilting your head, “I’ll take another kiss.”

He smiles, leaning in to press his lips to yours, “Anything else?”

“I’m fine, baby. Thank you.”

A little bit later, when you’re out in the livingroom having dinner with Nick and Matt, you look around, “I don’t have a fork.” As you go to stand up, Chris grabs your hand, “I got it.”

You sit back down and Nick looks at you, “What’s his deal?”

“Yeah, he’s been the nicest I’ve ever seen him.” Matt laughs and you lean in, “Chris accidently headbutted me in the lip today, he feels bad about it.”

“He’s never that nice when he hits me in the face.” Nick scoffs, “Fucking ridiculous.”

You laugh and Chris walks back in, “Here, baby.”

“Thank you.” You smile and Matt looks at Chris, “It all makes sense now, Chris.”

“What makes sense?” He asks Matt, looking at him confused.

“I was wondering why she had a fat lip.” Matt laughs as Chris sighs, “Don’t joke about that. I genuinely didn’t mean to.” He looks at your lip and you shake your head, “He’s fucking with you, Chris. I’m fine, really.”

“You don’t wait on us hand and foot after you accidently hurt us.” Nick chimes in, “What’s up with that?”

Chris shakes his head, fighting back laughter, “When you grow tits and look like her.” He nods towards you, “Then maybe I’ll be nicer.”

Nicks jaw drops and Matt laughs, “Oh my god.”

You shake your head, “Okay. That-“ you lay your hand over your eyes, laughing as you replay what Chris just said, “Okay.” You sit up and Chris looks at you, “What? I’m just being honest.”

“I know.” You nod, “I know.”

Later that night, when you’re laying in bed, Chris lets out a sigh, “I do feel really bad for hurting you, accidental or not, I don’t like doing that.”

You roll over to face him, “Chris.” You press a kiss to his lips, “You have the sweetest soul I have ever seen. I don’t ever think you mean to hurt me on purpose.”

“So you’re not mad?”

“Not at all, accidents happen, and I know you didn’t want to do that, you showed that to me all day today.” You run your hand through his hair, “I’m okay. I promise.”

He nods, pulling you closer, “I just, love you so much, and seeing you hurt in anyway just doesn’t sit right with me.”

“I love you.” You kiss his cheek, “So much. Now.” You rest your hand on his cheek, “Get some sleep, stop worrying.”

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“Whatcha makin’?” Nick asks as he leans forward, “Cookies!? Oh hell yes.”

You smile with a nod, “I wanted cookies, but you guys didn’t have any, so I’m making my own.” You look around, “Are you guys done streaming?”

He nods, “Yeah, well. I am, Matt and Chris were doing another round, but they said they’re getting off after that game.”

As soon as Nick finishes his words, you hear music growing louder and the shuffle of Chris’ feet growing closer.

“Oh god, I should have never said anything.” Nick laughs, “He’s gonna put on a show. Watch.”

“Doesn’t he always?” You turn around, watching as Chris dances up to you, Breathe by Lil Skies playing from his phone.

You can’t help but laugh. You watch as he walks over to set his phone down on the table and moves back, continuing to dance.

“You’re fucking nuts.” Nick laughs, “What the fuck.”

“He loves to dance, Nick. Let him be.” You playfully slap his shoulder and he rolls his eyes, “At least he has good taste in music.” He laughs, looking back at Chris dancing, as what you call it, crazy. The music takes over him and he just goes with the beats.

You lay your hand over your mouth, shaking your head as you watch Chris sing along to Skies, “plug just hit my phone he said the pack is on the way, said I would stop smoking then-“ he brings his hand up, pretending to hit a blunt, “I take one to the face.”

He lays his hands on his chest, “I’m a lonely stoner-“ he points to you, still dancing around as he keeps his eyes on the camera, “but for her I made a change.”

You were off camera, so you weren’t exactly sure what he was doing, other than recording himself to music like he does, a lot.

But you thought it was always so cute.

“When the rain stops pouring, everything comes out.” He turns, eyes on you, “Girl you’re way too gorgeous to be stuck in the house.” He points to himself, singing to you, “I would give you everything-“ he flicks Nick off, laughing as he sings, “Fuck what he talkin’ about.”

Nick scoffs, “Excuse me.” Nick leans forward into the frame and gives the camera a face, looking back at Chris before flicking him off.

Chris smiles, looking back at you as he holds up his hand, waving a finger, “You know you not-“ He brings another one up, forming a peace sign, -“my number two.”

He reaches out, pulling you towards him, “girl, know you my boo, girl.” He kisses your cheek and starts dancing around you as the song continues.

“Ohhh, I can’t sleep, your love helps me breathe..”

He moves forward, turning off the music and he gasps, “Are you making cookies?”

You laugh, turning as he walks up to take some of the batter, “Yeah, is it good?” He raises his brows and looks at you, “That’s fucking good.”

“Are you guys done?” Nick asks, leaning against the counter and Chris nods, “for a little, Matt wants to stream later, too.”

“What time?” Nick asks and chris scoffs, “Do I look like fuckin’ Father Time to you?” He breaks into laughter and you lay your hand on your forehead, “Oh my god, be nice to each other.”

“Yeah, be nice.. Chris..” Nick scoffs, “I’ll just go ask Matt.” He slaps Chris upset the head before running off, and Chris rubs his head as he turns to you.

He pulls you in for a kiss, “You want to come watch me play?” You nod, “Once I get these cookies in, I can.”

“Okay.” He takes more of the batter and you laughs swatting his hand away, “You’re going to get sick.”

He shrugs, playing a song on his phone as he dances away, “Worth it.” He smirks, giving you a wink before he disappears back into his room.

You shake your head returning to the cookies. After a little bit, your phone lights up with a notification and you lean over, gasping when you see that Chris posted a TikTok.

You had a feeling you knew exactly what it was, but you wanted to double check before screaming his name.

You use your pinky, tapping the notification and you were right.

Chris is dancing, Skies playing in the background, and soon enough, you’re pulled into frame. Your eyes move down to the captions and your jaw drops as you read it, Girlfriend reveal, ig.

“Christopher Sturniolo!” You stand up, and you can’t help but smirk as you hear him laughing from back the hall.

You talked about confirming the rumors, but neither of you set a date or time to do so, but I guess the cat is really out of the bag now.

You let out a sigh, laughing as you watch Chris dance around, smiling when you see the way he looks at you on the screen.

You were in love with him, just like he was in love with you.

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You look over the crowd as the music came to an end.

A smile on your lips as your eyes fell onto Tara standing front row. You bring the mic up, letting out a sigh as you look back over the crowed, “You guys are so loud, oh my gosh. I love it!”

The crowd laughs and cheers.

“We love you, y/n!”

You lay a hand over your heart, “I love you! Seriously, I wasn’t expecting all of you guys to show up, but when I was standing backstage, I was talking to my manager, and since you guys sold out this show within two hours, I want to give you guys something in return.”

The crowd starts going absolutely nuts and you can feel your heart beating in your chest.

You weren’t nervous about doing this show, hell it was practically almost over. You were nervous about this unreleased song you were going to sing for the very first time.

Nervous about it backfiring on you, because the one person it’s about, is here, and she’s literally right down in front.

You glance over at her, and you see surprise on her face. You give her a smile, “Not even my closest friends knew I was going to do this. I can see the surprise from up here.” You laugh, “But, as you all know..” you walk around the stage, “I’ve been in the studio working on my new album, and there’s one song that I would like to sing for you guys tonight, if you’re interested.”

You didn’t even finish your sentence before cheering and applause rose from within the crowd in front of you.

You look around, a smile on your face and you take a deep breath, “I will take that as you’re very interested.” You laugh, “Um, alright.” You take a deep breath, eyes moving to Tara, “I think this song explains itself, but..” you pause, looking out onto the crowd, “I put a lot of, what would you say, feelings, into this song.. so if you hate it, please don’t tell me.”

You laugh as the crowd laughs and you tilt your head, “This song is called Boyfriend.”

You felt your stomach flip, but you nod your head with the song, turning around to face the band as they play the intro.

This song had your feelings for said girl, plastered all over it, and to make it worse, her boyfriend was here with her. You knew in your gut that he definitely wasn’t going to like it, because, not only was it kind of a diss to him, but a part of you knew he knows how you feel about his girlfriend. Another part of you, also knows that he knows how she feels about you.

It’s just, no one has said, or done, anything about it.

Until now.

You move your head side to side as you get ready to sing. You take a deep breath and bring the mic to your lips, “I can't believe we're finally alone. I can't believe I almost went home..”

You turn to face the crowd, “What are the chances? Everyone's dancing. And he's not with you..”

You smile at the crowd cheers, taking a deep breath as you glance over at Tara. She has a smile on her face, her eyes on you as you sing, “The universe must have divined this.. What am I gonna do? Not grab your wrist?”

You keep your eyes on her, “I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit.” You turn, keeping your eyes on her as you walk across the stage, giving her a wink, “Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him..”

You smirk as she looks more shocked, “I could be such a gentleman.” You bend down, reaching out to let the crowd hold your hand as you shrug, “Plus all my clothes would fit.”

You stand up, smiling as the crowd shows you love. You look over at Tara, her head is tilted, lips pressed into a small smirk, and you could melt right then and there with how she’s looking at you.

You continue through the song, spilling out your feelings, right there in front of everyone to see.

“The universe must have divined this, mmm, mmm.. Ladies first, baby, I insist..”

You smile at the crowd as some of them picked up quickly, singing the chorus with you.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.” You move around, dancing slowly go the beat of the song, “I could be a better boyfriend.”

You move into the bridge, followed by the final chorus, and as soon as you sang the final lines of your song, “I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit..”

It was official. You were nervous for what’s to come after.

“Thank you guys so much! I’ll be around for a little bit after, come say hi. I love you so much!” You blow kisses to the crowd before walking off stage.

You make your way to the back, taking off your mic pack and handing it to the sound tech.

You quickly make your way into your dressing room and let out a sigh. A part of you can’t believe you did that, but at the same time, you were glad you did.

Your team comes in, doing their normal congratulatory praise and you couldn’t help but feel that after show high.

“I’m so proud of you. That song is going to be such a hit when we release it!” Your manager sighs, “Fuck. I know I already said it, but I’m so proud of you, y/n.”

You smile, “Thank you. I love performing it. I want to add it to the set list for my next few shows, speaking of, do you have the next venue set up?”

She nods, “I’ll text you the list and you can post it. Tickets won’t go on sale until Wednesday night, so just make sure you add that.”

You nod, “Perfect.”

You double take as you see Tara slowly appear in the doorway, her arms crossed and you weren’t sure how this was going to play out.

“Hey, guys. Can you give me a second?” You smile as you look at your team and they nod, “Yeah. Sure.”

Tara moves out of the way and watches as they all file past her, smiling and greeting them as they do.

You take a deep breath, “So.. what did you think of the show?”

She smirks, walking towards you, “I liked it, especially the very end when you sprung a new and very, how do I say this, targeted at me, song on us.”

“Yeaaaah.” You laugh, “Did you- I mean, I’m sure he didn’t like it..”

“You want my honest opinion on it?” He raises her brows, tilting her head towards you, and you nod, “Yes, please.”

She takes a deep breath, letting out a sigh as she walks up to you, “I sent him home to pack his shit from my house.” She grabs your face, pulling you in for a kiss.

You grip her waist, pulling her in closer as your lips move with hers. Her hands slide down to your next as she leans back, looking up at you with a smile on her lips.

Your eyes search her face as your voice is low, “I take it you’re going to give me a chance to be a better boyfriend than him?”

She laughs, nodding her head, “Hey, all you had to do was ask, but I like the fact that you wrote a song about me, so.” She shrugs, “Worked out either way, right?”

You smile, reaching up to brush hair from her face, “Yeah, you’re quite the muse, Ms. Yummy.” You lean in, pressing your lips to hers, “What are you doing after this?”

She bites her lip, “I think I’m going home with you, or you’re going home with me.” She laughs, “Either way. Come on.” She grabs your wrist, “Let me get you a drink.”

You motion to the door, “Ladies first, baby, I insist.”

She laughs, shaking her head as she pulls you with her.

You spent the next few hours with Tara, hand holding hers while you talked with fans, took pictures, and just enjoyed your post show activities.

Who knew a song could do so much, oh wait.

You did.

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Later on, after stumbling into your house kind of tipsy, you found yourself in your bed.

Clothes missing.

Lips on every inch of her skin.

You kisses down her body, glancing up at her right before your lips met her clit. She gasps, biting her lip as she nods.

You slip your tongue from your lips, circling it around her clit and she lets out a small moan as her head tilts back. Her hand comes down to rest on your head, fingers gathering up your hair in their grasp, “Fuck, baby.”

You dip your head down, dragging your tongue through her folds and she lets out a louder moan.

You slip your tongue into her, groaning at the taste of her finally being on your tongue, “You taste so good, T.” You look up at her, tongue slowly moving up and down.

Her jaw falls slack as she watches you between her legs, “Just like that, baby.” Her head falls back as she pulls you into her more.

Your hands slide up to rest on her thighs, holding them open as you work on devouring her.

Her moans fills your ears, it’s like a symphony to you.

She sounded so pretty, and the fact that you were the one making her feel this good, made you feel good.

“Fuck, fuck.” She pants, more moans falling from her lips as she tightens her grip on your hair. You slide your hand over, thumb working over her clit as you lap and suck at her cunt.

Eventually, you switch, lips wrapped around her clit as your fingers are sliding in and out of her, working her closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me.” You whisper, lifting your head as you watch her body twitch and squirm under your touch, “Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

She looks down at you, brows furrows with pleasure as you feel her walls tighten around your fingers, “D-don’t stop.” She pleads, “So fucking close.”

You quicken your pace, lips returning to the place around her clit. Your tongue flicks over the bundle of nerves, sending her into completely overdrive.

Her moans grow louder, whines mixing within. Her hand tugs your hair, earning herself a groan from you.

You guide her through her high, watching her body relax onto the bed and you slowly pull your fingers out and immediately bring them up to your lips.

She watches as you suck and lick herself from them, lip pulled in between her teeth, “You are so hot.” She leans up, pulling you to her by your neck, and her lips crash onto yours.

He moves to straddle you, lips working their way down your neck, chest and torso. She positions herself between your legs, pushing them open as she leans down, licking a strip up her aching cunt.

Your back lifts from the bed, a gasp flying from your lips as you feel her fingers slip into you.

You look down at her, lips parted as you watch her tongue work over your clit. Your brows pull together, small whines and whimpers leaving your lips as your hips roll towards her, “Fuck, fuck.”

Her lips close around your clit and she sucks as her fingers curl upward inside of you.

You reach down, fingers brushing hair from her face as she glances up at you, “Feels so good, feels so fucking good.” You pant as you feel yourself being brought closer and closer, “Don’t stop.”

You let out a whine as you feel her fingers switch up to your clit, rubbing over it as her tongue works to push in and out of you.

The band in your belly tightens and tightens.

“F-fuck.” You gasp, “T-Tara.”

You let out a loud moan as you come. Your thighs twitch under the grip of her hand, back rising and falling from the bed as she guides you through your high.

She makes her way up to lay next to you, and you look over at her. She gives you a smile, leaning in to press her lips onto yours.

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You stood on the porch, inhaling a cigarette when you noticed a car pull up. You smirked behind your hand, knowing exactly who was behind the wheel.

You scoff as two guys push past you, “hey, watch it.”

“Sorry, y/n.” Bryer raises his hand. Sean follows, “Sorry, important business do tend to, if you know what I mean.”

“You know those are bad for you, right?” You yell after them and they laugh as they continue walking away. You put your cigarette out on the banister before walking down the steps.

You heard the sound of Chris’ voice growing louder the closer you go.

“No, dumbass. I said it was eighty. Not sixty.”

“Right, right.” Bryer nods, “My bad, bro.” He hands him another twenty and takes the small baggie from Chris, “Thanks.” Sean moves into the place of Bryer, doing his exchange, “Hey, you don’t happen to have extra in there do you?”

Chris scoffs, “Do I look like an ice cream truck? I only bring what you fuckin’ ask for.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry. Thanks again bro.” He snatches the baggies from Chris and they make their way back inside. You give it a few seconds, knowing Chris is recounting the cash he just received.

You slowly walk up to the window, “License and registration please.”

Chris let’s out a sigh, “Jesus Christ, y/n. Don’t fuckin’ do that.”

You laugh, leaning down to fold your arms over his door, “Whatcha doin’?” He scoffs, “What’s it look like I’m doin’?” He glances over at you and you shrug, “Not selling ice cream by the sounds of it.”

He smirks, shaking his head as he looks down at the cash in his hand, “Why do you hang out with those idiots?”

“I could be hanging out with you, but you never answered my text.” You tilt your head and he nods towards the passenger seat, “Just get the fuck in.”

You push yourself up, walking around to get in, “Any more deliveries tonight?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, was just going back home after this.” He looks over at you, “unless you want to take a drive or something?”

“A drive sounds nice, but only if you h-“

Chris holds up a joint, “Are you doubting me, y/n?”

You reach up, taking the joint from his grasp, “No doubting here, Christopher.” You laugh as you place it between your lips. He reaches up, flicking the lighter on and you inhale, getting it going.

He drops the lighter into the cup holder and put the car in drive.

You let out a sigh, “Fuck, I’ve needed this.”

“Rough day?” He chuckles as he starts to drive, “At least you weren’t stuck at a wedding.” You laugh, “Ohhh, so that’s why you’re wearing a suit. I just thought it was your new company uniform.”

He smirks at your remark, shaking his head as he flicks you off, “Give that here before you smoke it all.” He reaches up, taking it from your hand before pulling it to his lips.

You watch as he takes a drag, biting your lip as you watch the smoke slowly flood out of his parted lips, “So whose wedding was it?”

“My idiot cousin.” He scoffs, “His wife, has been cheating on him with one of my clients, but he doesn’t want to listen to me.” He takes another drag before handing you the joint back, resting his hand on your thigh after you take it, “But he didn’t want to listen to me, so.”

“That sucks.” You shake your head, glancing out the window as you take a drag, “It’ll hit him one day.”

“Yeah, and I can’t wait to say I told you so.” He gives your thigh a squeeze as he laughs, “So back to your day.”

“Oh, yeah. It was just boring.” You shrug, putting the window down to ash off the joint, “Kelsie ditched me to make out with a guy at that party, and everyone was in their own groups. I only came because I wanted to rag on you about not answering me.”

“Mhm, I’m sure.” He laughs, “How’d you even know I’d show up?” He looks over at you and you roll your eyes, “Please. It was a Sean party.”

“So you just know who my top clients are?” He glances over and you shrug, “You learn a lot when you hook up with someone for as long as we have.”

“So you’re a little eavesdropper, huh? That’s what I’m getting from that.” He smirks and you shrug, “Call it what you want, baby.”

He shakes his head, pulling off the road.

He puts the car in park, turning it off, “You know..” he looks over at you, leaning forward to take off his black jacket, “That’s gonna cost you.”

You tilt your head, “Oh yeah?”

He nods, tossing his jacket onto the dash, “Oh yeah.” He leans over, elbow pressing into the console, “But I think we both know a way you can pay me back.”

You smirk, tossing the dead joint out of the window before rolling it up, “Why do you think I texted you to hang out today?” You lean in and he gasps playfully, “Oh, is that right?”

“Mhm.” You nod, smiling as he leans in, “Mhm.” He mocks, reaching up to pull you in for a kiss.

Your lips move with his as your hand slides up to rest on the side of his neck. A small moan escapes your lips as he bites down onto your lower lip, tugging before leaning back.

You watched him as his slides his body back between the seats, laying down in the back row, “Well, what are you waiting for? You wanna hang out, or not?”

“I hate you sometimes.” You turn, crawling back to straddle his lap. You lean forward, hand pressing to the door for support as you plant your lips on his.

He gasps, fingers squeezing your hips as you grind down onto him, “Fuck, ma. Don’t tease me.”

You smirk, kissing back his jaw and down his neck. You slide down, positioning yourself between his knees as you reach to undo his belt.

His eyes watch your fingers as they easily pull the leather from the buckle, moving to unbutton and unzipped his pants.

He pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a shuttered breath as you slide your hand over his covered bulge.

You look up at him, tilting your head as you slip your fingers into the band of his boxers and pulling both them and his pants down over his hips. He lifts up instantly, eager to have you in his mouth.

You wrap your hand around his cock, bending down to wrap your lips around the tip.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, “That’s it.”

You work your head down, tongue swirling and he groans, bucking his hips up, “You can take it, baby. Seen you do it before.”

You look up at him, tongue flat against the underside before tilting your head forward. You slowly work him into your throat, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on breathing through your nose.

“Goddamn. Fuck, there you go.” Chris moans, hand laying on your head, “Fuck, yes.”

You slowly pull up and push back down, your nails digging into his thigh as you hold yourself there for a few second.

You slowly lift up, tilting your head back as your tongue slowly swirls around the tip. You lean in more, lips wrapping around before repeating your prior action.

His knee buckle as he gasps, “Fuck, fuck, okay.” He fists your hair, pulling you up, “I wanna cum in your pussy, not your throat.”

Your stomach lips with excitement as you sit down to undo your jeans. You lift up, pushing them down your thighs, but Chris sits up, fingers instantly on your clit and your back arches against the seat, “Chris.”

“What? Just because I get some action before, doesn’t mean you don’t.” He chuckles as he leans into kiss your neck, fingers sliding down to push into your already soaked cunt, “Is it me, or the weed, baby?”

Your laugh gets cut off by a moan, “F-fuck, both.”

“Both?” He questions, “Guess I’m just going to have to make you feel better than the weed does, right?”

Your jaw falls slack as his fingers curl inside of you, “U-uh huh.” Your eyes roll back as he toys with that little ball of pleasure inside of you, “Fu-fuck, Chris.”

“You’re so wet.” He breathes out, “Y’gonna make a mess for me? Hmm.”

You nod, whimpering as the pace of his fingers grows faster, “Y-yes. Yesyesyes.” You buck your hips, nails digging into his neck, “F-fuck!”

He slides his fingers out and up to your clit, fingers vigorously rubbing over it and you feel a gush, followed by another.

“There you go, baby.” Chris groans, reaching up to turn your face to him. He crashes his lips on yours, groaning against them as you slide your hand down to pump his cock a few times.

He leans back, biting his lip as he watches you scramble to get your jeans and panties off the rest of the way.

“Come here.” He reaches out, hands sliding over your hips as you hover over his aching cock. He bucks up as you slide down, moans mixing together in the small space of the car.

You tilt your head back, hand sliding to press against the drivers seat, “Fuck.” You groan, quickly getting into a bouncing rhythm.

Chris’ hands tighten on your waist as his teeth hold his lower lip in their vice. He groans lowly, eyes focused on you, “Fuck, that’s it. Shit, you’re so fuckin’ good at this.”

You look down at him, a smirk settling on your lips as you lean forward, hand pressing to the window, “I’m only good if I like you enough.”

He smiles, rolling his eyes as he sits up.

You sit up with him, hand laying over his on the back of the seat as your other arm tightens around his neck.

You roll your hips, grinding against him and you whimper, “M’close again.”

“One more time and I’ll take over.” He whispers before crashing his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as you move your hips faster.

You lean back, hand pressing against the door for stability as moans flood through your lips, “Fuck, fuck, yesyesyes.” Your lips part as you feel yourself slipping into completely euphoria once again, “Feels so good.”

Chris leans forward, quickly switching positions.

You’re on your back, and his thrust pick up to finish guiding you through your high.

Your hands slide up, holding each side of his neck as you feel his thrust growing sloppier and slower. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt him stop, slowly pushing into you, deeper and deeper as his cock twitches.

You let out a sigh, opening your eyes to look up at him.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “I think that was better than last time.” You laugh as he helps you sit up, “Yeah, I can agree on that.”

You bend down, grabbing your jeans, “I think your car needs cleaned, again, and someone put me in the wet spot so I think I need a shower as soon as possible.”

“Oh fuck, I forgot about that.” Chris fights back his laughter, but fails, “Sorry. We can go back to my place, kinda feeling a round two, you know what I mean?”

You look over at him, lifting your hips to shrug your jeans up over your ass, “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”

He climbs to the front after redressing and you follow behind him.

“Since you were a good girl.” He hands you another joint, “Here you go.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up at the nickname, “Mm, thanks.” You take it, glancing over at him as you take it, “I like being rewarded.” You laugh as you place it between your lips and Chris reaches up to light it, “Of course you do.”

You take a drag, resting your head back as you hold in the smoke. You exhale, handing him the joint, “But only by you.”

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You let out a sigh as you set your phone on the counter.

Your roommate, looks up from the couch, “He cancelled, again?” You give her a nod, “Yeah, but he said he had a family dinner he forgot about, I guess his one brother is coming into town?” You shake your head, “It’s fine. I really didn’t feel like going out anyway.”

“He’s been acting really weird lately, y/n.” She looks at you, “Like, being late for a date once or twice, that’s understandable. But these last few weeks it just seems like he’s hiding something.”

You walk over and sit down next to her, “I’ve been thinking a lot about it, I mean.” You turn to face her, pulling a pillow onto your lap, “I really do like him, it’s just..” You pause, letting out a sigh, “and it’s not really every time.. but when he is, I don’t know why, I don’t really question it.”

“Maybe you should start.” She tilts her head, “You don’t want to be waiting around for him to be on time once forever, do you? Shit, y/n, it’s been what, four months already?”

You lean back, “No, I know.”

“Matt is very attractive, don’t get me wrong, but until he starts being honest with you, I wouldn’t dare give him another second of your attention.”

You swallow, nodding as you glance over to your phone sitting on the counter, “I think, I’ll just sleep on it tonight. Revisit everything tomorrow, you know what I mean?”

She nods, “I think that’s a good idea.” She furrows her brows, “Wait, how many brothers does he have?”

You shrug, “Three, I think? Why?”

“Nothing, I just think I remember you telling me like two weeks ago that exact same thing he told you tonight.”

You laugh, “Probably. I don’t even know anymore. He’s probably a lying asshole and I just failed to see it right away.” You look at her, “It’s always the pretty ones, isn’t it?”

She nods with a laugh, “It sure is.”

Later on that night, you found yourself lying in bed, your eyes glued to your screen as you watch the cursor bounce in the text box.

You’ve attempted to write a message, a few times actually, but you’ve hated each one, so they just end up getting deleted.

You lock your phone, reaching over to set it on your nightstand before rolling away.

You tossed and turned, the thought of Matt just stringing you along weighing heavy on your mind. You really did like him, so you were kind of just bracing yourself for the disappointment of being let down.

Right as you’re about to fall asleep, a gentle tap on your window causes you to sit up instantly.

You keep your eyes on it, staying still until it happens again. You jump, slowly moving the covers from your legs before sliding out of bed.

As you turn to move towards your door, Matt’s faint voice catches your attention, “Y/n, it’s me.”

You walk over to the window, pushing the curtain open.

Your eyes go wide as you see him sitting on the fire escape, cheek busted open. You unlock the window, pulling it open, “What- what happened to you?”

He lets out a quiet laugh, “I’ll explain, I just-“ he groans as he moves to crawl in through the open entry, “I need your help.”

You didn’t realize the full extend of his damage until he turns around to face you.

The tight red and blue suit hugging his body was slashed open and stained a dark red. His lip was busted open, along with a gash on his cheek.

“Oh, my god.” You walk towards him, your hand hovering over his injured torso, “Matt.. we have-“ you look up at him, “We have to get you to the hospital.”

“No, no. Baby. I can’t go to the hospital.” He limps over and sits down on your bed, “Can you just help me get this suit off?”

You instantly walk over, your fingers hooking into the collar around his neck. You stare at him as you help him work his upper body out of the strange suit.

“I’m sure-“ he winces, “You have a lot of questions.”

“Um, yeah.” You nod, “I just can’t figure out which one to ask first.”

He laughs, tilting his head back as he looks up at you, and you shake your head, “I don’t- I don’t understand, Matt. Any of it.”

He sighs, “Do you have anything I can clean up with first?” You nod, “Just, stay here. I’ll be right back.” He nods and watches as you leave your room. You quickly and quietly make your way to the bathroom, grabbing any kind of wound care you can find before rushing back.

You close your door, flipping the lock before moving back over to Matt. He watches as you put some peroxide onto a cotton pad and gently dab his torso.

“Fuck.” He groans, “That stings.”

“I know.” You whisper, “I’m sorry.”

You continue cleaning him up, being as gentle as you can, “Are you-“

“Spider-Man?” He cuts you off and you look up at him, “Yeah, him.” He nods, “Yep. That’s me, just your friendly neighborhood Spi-“ he gasps, tilting his head to the side, “-der man.”

“Is this why you stood me up multiple times?”

“I see you found the questions you want to ask.” He laughs slightly and you glare at him, “I don’t get why you couldn’t just tell me? I was getting ready to break up with you.”

His face falls, “I was going to.. I just, couldn’t find the right time. It’s not everyday someone like you falls for a freak like me.”

You shake your head, setting down the cotton pad before moving to sit up next to him, “You’re not a freak, Matt. From what I’ve seen, you’re a hero.”

He smiles, “You really think so?”

You nod, “Everybody loves you, that doesn’t really make you a villain, does it?”

“I love you.” He leans in, pressing his lips to hours and you laugh, pressing your lips to his, “I love you, but I feel so stupid.” You lean back, eyes scanning over his face, “I should have known.”

“It’s on me, babe. I should have been honest with you.”

“Who all knows that you’re.. you?” Your eyes scan down his torso, “And what happens with that, are you going to like, die or something?”

He shakes his head, “No, okay. So..” he lets out a sigh as he sits up, “I have this healing factor, but it just seems to be taking a little bit longer to work.” He laughs, “I mean, I don’t feel as bad as it did.”

“What other factors do you have? I mean, clearly, you can shoot webs? Right, from.. wherever?” You laugh, “Sorry, this isn’t funny. I think it might be the shock, or something?”

“My wrists. Watch.” He raises his hand, bending two fingers back before flicking his wrist. Web shoots out, coating the back of your desk chair.

You slowly look from the web, trailing your eyes up his arm to his face, “Wow, okay.” You laugh, “That’s crazy, I can’t lie.”

“I wouldn’t want you to.” He smiles, “I have this thing, I call it my Spidey Sense, that basically alerts me to any danger near by. It’s pretty cool.”

You nod, staying silent as you take everything in.

“Do you want me to keep going, or is this, too much?”

You shake your head, “Keep going.” You look at him and he nods, “Basically I’m super strong and can go all night.” He winks and you roll your eyes, “Oh, please. Matt. Be serious.” You can’t help but laugh and he sighs, “Fine, fine. Um, I can climb walls, buildings.”

“This just keeps getting crazier and crazier.” You blink, “Um, okay. Have you, are you the one who takes down the threats in the city? Like do you work with the cops?”

“I’m, what do they call it? A vigilante or whatever. I work by myself, usually I just gather all the punks up and call it into the cops myself.”

You laugh, “Are you serious?”

He nods, “Yeah. I web them up, mock them, you know, and then I dial nine one one on my cellular device, and voila. Off swinging through the city I go.”

You stare at him, “Okay, a part of me feels like I’m having some sort of psychotic break, or a just a really, really weird dream.” You laugh, “but another part of me knows that Spider-Man is real, and you’re..” you point, “Him?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nods, “Remember that giant lizard that people were swearing they saw going down into the sewers and shit?”

You nod and he shrugs, “I took care of him.”

“He was real?” You raise your brows and he nods, “Yeah, he’s currently being hauled off to god only knows where.”

“Wait, wait.” You shake your head, “Is that what you were doing tonight?” You point and he smirks, “Yeeeah.. but anyway, back to your other question, no one but you knows, and I’d like to keep it that way if possible.”

You nod, “Oh, yeah. Of course.”

He looks down, “See, already getting better.” He motions to his stomach and you nod, “That’s, good.” You look up at him, “Isn’t all of this dangerous, Matt? I mean.. you fight things that shouldn’t be real.”

“It is dangerous, baby.” He flicks his brows up, “That’s why it’s fun.”

You scoff, “Come on. Now I’m going to be worried about you all the time.”

“You don’t have to be. I’ve hid this for years, y/n. I think I’ll be okay.” He reaches up, “There’s still some good things to fight for, and you’re one of them.”

“Does this Spider-Man thing come with smooth moves, because you’ve been laying it on thick.” You laugh and he shrugs, “being Spider-Man has definitely boosted my ego, just a little.”

“Just a little?” You question, “Seems like it’s through the roof.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his, “I’m just glad you trusted me enough with this.”

“You’re the only person I trust with this. My brothers will treat me like a lab rat, testing out all of my abilities if they find out.”

“Or they’ll just be mad that you’re stronger than them.”

He smirks, “Yeah, probably that, too.” He turns his attention to his backpack, “That’s probably them now, wondering why I haven’t been home all night.”

You get up, grabbing his backpack and he pulls his phone out, “Yep.” He answers, “what do you want, Chris?”

He scoffs, “I’m with y/n.” He looks at you, “Yeah, I’ve been here all night.” He fights back laughter, “Yes mother, I’ll let you know when I’m going to not be coming home… mhm, yeah bye.”

He hangs up and you smile, “So I can add alibi next to my girlfriend title, huh?”

“Something like that.” He laughs, letting out a sigh, “So, you don’t think I’m a freak?”

“Not at all.” You lean in, “Maybe when you get better I can show you what a real freak is.” He raises his brows, “Oh, okay. I like the sound of that.” He pulls you the rest of the way in and he smirks, “Alright, since everyone has a secret, and I told you mine, what’s yours?”

You smirk slowly and you can’t help by giggle, “I’m dating Spider-Man.”

For the next few hours, you stayed up talking.

He told you everything, from how it happened, how he managed to figure everything out, to all the criminals he’s busted. You couldn’t lie, it was a lot to process in one night, but you managed.

“I gotta go home, check in with Nick and Chris.” He stands up, pulling his torn suit the rest of the way up his body. He pulls his sweatshirt out of his backpack and slips it on, “Are you going to be okay?”

“Are you?” You ask as you stand up and he nods, holding out his arms, “Always.” He wraps his arms around you as you walk over to him and he kisses your head, “I’ll pick you up later, and I promise, I won’t be late.”

“You better not, or Cass will have you head on a stick.” You laugh and look up at him, “She isn’t happy with you.”

“I’ll make my best effort to be better.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Five o’clock.”

He nods, “Five o’clock.” He puts his backpack on and walks over to your window. You watch as he slips his mask on over his face and gives you one last look before slinging web and swinging away.

You step out, watching as he swings through the city, and you can’t help but fall even more in love with him.

He was literally your hero.

A few minutes later, Cass comes into your room, “Hey, are you okay?” You look back into the window and nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”

“I thought I heard someone.”

“Oh yeah, Matt came over last night. We talked about everything. We’re good.”

She squints her eyes, “He better mean it. Or else I’ll have his head on a stick.” You laugh, “that is exactly what I told him.”

“I’m going to get dressed, we can go out for breakfast?”

You nod, “Sounds good.” You climb back in from the fire escape and as you’re getting around, your phone rings. You smile as you see Matt’s name, “Hello?”

“Go out and look at the bridge.”

“Um, okay?” You walk back over to the window, climbing out. You move up a few steps and gasp as you see the bridge in the distance.

I love you was spelled out in web.

You smile, shaking your head, “I’ll love you ‘til the end, Spider-Man.”

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This was just a thought that I couldn’t get rid of, so please let me know what you thought. I love you. Thank you for reading! Catch you in the next one, and yes I already have a nick and Chris one lined up to do next if this one does well.

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“Yeah, no I grew up here.” You smile at the guy across from you, “Never really wanted to leave. I mean, I visited a few states but this one has always been home.”

“Yeah, I get that. If I ever plan on moving, it’ll be to Montana. It’s beautiful over there.” He smiles as he brings his coffee up to his lips.

“I’ve seen photos.” You nod and he scoffs, “Oh, please. The photos don’t ever do it justice. It’s something you’ll have to experience for yourself.”

You go to speak, but your smile quickly fades as you see Colby walk in.

“Is.. everything okay?” Your date asks you and you nod, taking a deep breath as you look at him, “Yeah, yeah. Everything is fine.”

Everything was not fine, as soon as Colby locked eyes with you, you knew this date was over.

“Hey, y/n. Sorry I’m a little late.” He smirks at you, “Oh, sorry. I thought we said we’d meet here at-“ he checks his watch, “three thirty?”

“What.. are you doing?” You glare at him, and your date looks from you to Colby, “I’m sorry, who exactly are you?” Colby smiles, holding out his hand, “I’m Colby. Y/n’s coffee date.”

“Oh she didn’t-“

“She gets her times mixed up a lot. I’m sure it’s not an issue.” He sits down, leaning back into his chair, “So what are we talking about?”

You stay silent, your anger taking over and the guy sighs, “I actually.. just remember that I have another event to get to, so I will-“ he stands up, “I’ll see you, y/n.”

You lean forward, “No, wait he-“ you sigh as you lean back, reaching over to smack Colby on the arm, “What the fuck is your problem Colby?”

He laughs, “You didn’t want that guy anyway.”

“What makes you think you know what guy I want and or don’t want?” You stare at him and he shrugs, “Because I know that guy. He got one of my friend’s girls to cheat with him.”

“And you got your concrete evidence from..” you shake your head slightly and Colby sighs, “I thought you trusted me, y/n?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m leaving now, before I really start to hate you more.”

“Come on, let me give you a ride home.” He stands up and you stop him, “Oh please. You’ve done enough.” You grab your coffee and walk out of the shop.

You roll your eyes when you hear Colby jogging to catch up with you, “Come onnnn.” He drags out, “I just saved your ass from a months long worth of heartache.” He slings his arm over your shoulder, “Doesn’t that get me a thank you or maybe a thank you fuck?”

“I told you we’re done with that.” You take a sip from your coffee and he groans, “Why? We’re so good at it.”

He looks down at you and you look up at him, “After what you did, what makes you think that’d I’d let you get into my pants? Really, Colby. That was the fourth date you ruined for me. I’m trying to be happy for once, and you just keep fucking that up for me.”

He stares down at you and you take a deep breath, “Fine. One more time, but you better fuck me like you hate me because right now, I really do kind of hate you.”

He smirks, “I’ll make it worth it.”

He leads you to his car and gets in with you, “You’re place or mine?”

You shrug, “I’m only a block away so.”

“Your house it is.”

You get to your house and as soon as you step through the door, Colby’s hands are on you and he pushes you against the wall, his lips on yours.

Your hands slide down his neck and press into his chest, gripping his shirt as you push him backwards. He steps back, pulling his shirt over his head and that started the trail of clothes leading to the bedroom.

You fall back onto the bed, pulling him with you.

You moan as he bites down onto your bottom lip and tugs. You tilt your head back, nodding to the right, “Get on your back.”

He leans up, looking confused and you sit up, gripping his throat, “I said, lay on your back.” He raises his brows and moves to lay back, your hand releasing from his throat.

You turn around, leaning up to peck his lips. He goes to cup your cheek but you push his hand back down onto the bed by his head, “Don’t touch me.”

“What-“

“Shut up.” You straddle his waist, your nails dragging down his chest as you slowly grind your pussy along his cock.

His jaw falls slack, eyes falling from hour face to watch you move your hips, “What are you doing to me?” He groans lowly as he tries to sit up, but you stop him by pushing him back down onto the bed with your hand on his neck, “I thought I told you to shut up?”

He smirks, “I thought you told me to fuck you like I hate you?”

“You’ll have your chance, right now, I want to fuck you like I hate you, which, in this case, I kind of do.” You flick your brows up, bringing your hand up to collect spit on the tips of your fingers.

You move back, reaching down to spread the liquid over his cock.

“So for that. You’re not allowed to touch me. You’re not allowed to tell me what to do. If you do any of those things, you’re leaving my apartment. Clear?”

He takes a shaky breath, “Crystal.”

You rise up, holding his cock steady as you slowly slide down onto him. He bucks his hips, groaning out as you continue your slow place at taking him, “Fuck.”

You bite your lip, fighting back any satisfaction slipping from your lips.

You flick your hair to your one shoulder and lean down. Colby’s hands grip the sheets below him, grunting at the shift in position.

“Why did you ruin my date, Colby?” Your voice low, “Was it because you were jealous?” You listen to him chuckle and he turns his head, his voice equally low, “You wish I was.”

“Mm.” You hum lowly, shifting your hips back and gasping in his ear, “I think you were. Which is funny, considering you don’t want anything other than sex from me.”

He goes to grab your waist but stops himself, clenching his jaw as his hands fall back onto the bed, “Seems like that’s all you have to offer me, sweetheart.”

“Clearly.” You sit up, your lips parting as you sink down fully again, “You don’t pay attention, but it’s okay.” You lean forward, hand gripping the top of your headboard, “Because that ship has sailed.”

You press your lips to his and he groans against yours as you slowly rise up and fall back down, your body meeting his with a slap.

He gasps, “The hell does that mean?”

You smirk against his lips, “Just shut up.” You rise up, quickly getting into a quick pace. Your eyes screw shut as moans leave your lips.

You sit up, hands pressing into his chest as you grind down onto him, “Ruining my date with a potential boyfriend is fucking selfish, Colby.”

A smirk rests on his lips and you reach up, gripping his chin, “You think this is funny?” You bite down onto your lip, turning to the rising and falling position again, “My happiness is funny to you?”

He goes to say something but you lean down, crashing your lips onto his, “You’re a fucking asshole.”

The kiss was heated, moans were changed and suddenly you were rolled over onto your back.

Colby stares down at you, watching as your face twists with pleasure as he thrusts into you deep, “Sorry if I don’t want to see you with anyone else but me.”

He crashes his lips onto yours before you can say anything else. His thrusts picking up, and they’re no where near gentle.

“I fucking hate you strutting around, craving the attention of other men.” He groans, “I fucking hate how you don’t fucking talk to me about what you want, who you want.”

He reaches down, pulling your leg up as far as it will go and you gasp at the shift, “F-fuck!”

“You don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, baby?” Colby stares down at you, “I know all about your little make Colby jealous until he breaks shit.”

You look up at him with a smirk, “Are you finally breaking?”

“I fucking hate how much of a smartass you are.” He leans down to kiss you, “But I fucking love it at the same time.”

He sits up, bringing your other leg up and pinning both of your thighs down, your knees were almost touching the bed.

“I fucking hate how addicting your pussy is. It’s all I can ever fucking think about.” He groans loudly, “Fuck! You’re on my mind twenty four fucking seven, I can never think about anything else.”

You let out loud moans, your hands gripping his wrists, “F-fuck, Colby. Feels so fucking good.”

“You can hate me as much as you say you do..” he groans, thrusts growing harder before slowing down. He lets go of your legs and leans down, his hand gripping your throat as he kisses to your ear, his voice low as his thrusts are painfully slow, “But I pay attention, I know what you do.”

“What do I do?” You gasp as he tightens his grip on your neck, and your eyes flutter closed as he speaks, “I know you make sure I’m looking before you do that pathetic fake laughter to a guy I know you’re only using.”

He nips your ear, “I know how you don’t have dates when you say you do, and then you sit at home pouting when you don’t get a rise out of me.”

Your legs tighten around his waist, eyes fluttering open as he leans up, “if you love me, just say that?”

You whimper at his words, biting down onto your lip, “C-Colby..”

He smirks, leaning down to press his lips to yours, “It’s easy, just say the words and I’ll make it all up to you.”

“I-I-“ you gasp as he thrusts in deeper, “Fuck, Colby.”

He leans in, lips grazing against your cheek, “I love you so fucking much, but I wanted to hear you say it first, baby.” He presses kisses to your neck, “I didn’t want to be with you if it was just based off of making me jealous.”

He lets go of your neck and you reach up, tangling your fingers into his hair, “I love you.”

He groans at your words, “Do you?”

“Fuck, Colby. Yes.” You turn your head, pressing your lips to his, “If you want me to admit that I did it because I wanted to see you jealous, then fine, I admit it.”

He presses his lips to hours, moving them in a heated fashion with yours. He reaches up, brushing hair from your face as he leans up slightly, “Could have avoided all of this if you were just honest with me.”

“I like to have a little fun.” You smirk and he laughs, “Yeah, you don’t say.” He shakes his head as he presses a kiss to yours, “M’gonna make you mine.”

His thrusts slow down as he presses kisses over your face. You let out a moan as you tilt your head back, “How are you going to do that?”

He kisses down your neck, reaching up to gently squeeze your boob, “I’m going to fill that pretty pussy of yours, have you walking around with me for the next few days.”

Your breath hitches at his words, “Fuck, yes.”

“Yeah?” He asks, “You sure you want that?”

“Fuck, Colby, yes.” You dig your nails into his shoulders, “I need you.” You look up at him, “I want you.”

He nods, his thrusts picking up as he cups your cheek, “You’re mine, you got that?” He presses a kiss to your forehead as you moan out, “Yes, baby. all yours.”

He groans as he rests his forward against yours, “You’re so fucking pretty, no one is worthy of getting a minute of your attention.”

Your walls clench around him, “F-fuck, Colby. I-“ you whine as your back lifts off the bed, “So close.”

“Come for me, baby.” He groans, “need to make you feel so good.”

You tighten your arm around his neck, clinging to him as your thighs start to quiver, “F-fuck, fuck.”

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He crashes his lips onto yours and you feel his thrusts grow sloppy. He groans deeply, gasping as his hips stutter before he pushes into you fully.

You gasp, moaning quietly at the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, “Fuck, fuck.” You rest your head back, letting out a sigh as he moves to lay next to you.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder and you look over at him, “I’m sorry I didn’t just tell you, and I’m sorry for saying I hate you. That’s, surprise, far from it.” You laugh slightly and Colby shakes his head, “I know.”

He shifts around, lying on his back and he extends his arm out, motioning with his hand for you to lay with him. You move over, resting your head on his chest and you let out a sigh, “so.. you were jealous?”

He lets out a laugh and sighs, “Yeah, by a lot, but as I said, I wanted to start our relationship with honesty, not over me being jealous, like I said. If you would have just came and talked to me-“

“But, it really did seem like all you wanted was sex, just to be friends with benefits, so I pushed my feelings down, turns out I couldn’t fight them, so I resulted to plan b.”

He kissed your head, “Either way, I think we both got what we were after, so let’s just enjoy that, yeah?”

You look up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Okay.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! I will catch you in the next one! 🖤

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You clenched your jaw as you stood face to face with the man named your father.

“Y/n..” he sighs, “Look at you, you’re all grown up.”

You raise your brows, “That’s what happens when you disappear for years on end.” You give Nick a smile as he brings you a full glass of wine, “Thank you.”

He nods, moving to stand back next to Matt, and your smile fades as you bring it to your lips, taking a sip.

“I don’t know what to say, y/n, but I’m hoping you’ll understand now that you’re a part of it all.” He shrugs, “All I can say right now is that I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” You scoff, “After not seeing me for half of my life, that’s all you have to say?” Chris lays a hand on your waist, “Maybe we should-“

Your father cuts Chris off, “Maybe this a conversation between me and my daughter.” You tilt your head slightly, “Don’t speak to him that way, and don’t call me that. You lost that right when you left me to fend for myself.”

“You seemed to turn out quite alright, y/n.”

“Yeah, with absolutely no thanks to you, so if you don’t mind, the exit is right down those steps to the left.” You turn to Chris, “Let’s go.” He nods, wrapping his arm around your waist as you turn to walk away.

“I don’t think you want to do that just yet.”

You stop, glancing back, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

“I have a list.” He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a little black book, “A list that Chris might be very interested in.”

“What’s in the book?” Matt steps forward, and your father pulls it away as he reaches for it, “Christopher, why don’t we go and have a chat, just the two of us?”

Chris clenches his jaw and looks down at you. You furrow your brows, giving him a small nod, “Do whatever you need to do.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Stay with Nick and Matt, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He steps back and the two he named take his place, one of each side.

Your eyes track your father as he walks past you, moving down the hall with Chris, “What do you think they’re talking about?” You ask lowly, and Matt shrugs, “It could be about anything.”

“Come on. Let’s move up a floor.” Nick motions, “Since it could be anything, I don’t want to take any risks.”

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Four glasses of wine later, you finally see Chris walk up the steps towards you. You get up, Nick and Matt on your tail as you walk quickly to meet him, “What happened?”

Your eyes fixate on his busted lip and you clench your jaw, “He did this?” You reach up, swiping your thumb gently over the cut, “I’m going to kill him.”

Chris smirks, “No need.” He licks the blood from his lip and looks at Matt, “Go help Kev.” Matt nods and departs down the steps.

“What happened?” You and Nick ask at the same time and Chris shakes his head, “Well first off.” He reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out the little black book, “This is definitely something I’m very interested in.” He hands it to Nick, “That’s all the current information on the people that vanished without paying their debts.”

Chris looks down at you, “And second, your dad called you a fatuous bitch so I shot him in the leg.”

You raise your brows, “You didn’t kill him?”

“oh baby, I wanted to.” Chris nods as he looks around, “After he called you that, I rocked his shit. Fucker got one punch in and I thought, you know what, that’s enough, so, I pulled my gun out.”

You smirk, “Thank you.” You lay your hands on his sides, “So why didn’t you kill him?”

He points to the book Nick is flipping through, “That. If we have any questions, or run into some trouble, I’m sure he’ll know more because he’s the one who gave it to us.”

“This..” Nick sighs as he looks up at Chris, “This is big, Chris.”

“I know.” He nods, “But..” he takes the book from Nick, tucking it back into his suit jacket, “I think it’s time for a toast now, don’t you think? Just as soon as Matt and Kev get back.”

Chris pulls you into him, pressing his lips to yours, “Come on, I think it’s time you’ve met the rest of the family.”

He wraps his arm around you, leading you and Nick down the steps. After an hour or so, you’re standing in front of everyone with Chris, a smile on your face as he speaks, “Thank you for coming tonight. This night of the year means the absolute world to me. Standing here and looking out at all of you just reminds me of what we built and I cannot thank you all enough.”

Everyone claps and Chris smiles as he glances at you, “I want everyone to also put a hand together for the honorable men that give us that sense of safety.” He motions to the men lining the sides of the small stage, “There’s a lot we couldn’t do without them.”

You clap along side the crowd, and Chris sighs, “My brothers. Matt, and Nick.” Chris shakes his head, “We’ve had our fair share of falling outs, but there’s absolutely no one I’d rather spend my time fighting with. You guys are the true definition of what a brother should be, and without you guys, I probably would be here today.”

Matt and Nick smile at him and just when you through Chris was done, he reaches back, offering you his hand, “And last but not least, my beautiful girl.” He looks at you, “You came into my life at just the right time and I will forever be amazed at just how incredible you are. I love you.”

You smile as your cheeks get coated with a dark pink, “I love you.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his the crowd applauds loudly.

“So with that, thank you to everyone who is here, I hope you enjoy the night.” Chris raises his glass, “To us.”

“To us.” Everyone raises their glass and moves them to take a sip. You bring your glass to your lips and look up at Chris, “That’s the first time we’ve said that.”

He gives you a nod, “It felt right, you know?”

You nod, smiling as you lean into him, “I do know.”

Matt walks up to you and Chris, “Nick told me what the book was.” He looks around, “So where do we go from here?”

Chris runs his hand up and down your back, “Right now, just take a break, enjoy the night, because after this, we have a lot to talk about.”

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𝙰 𝙵𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙷𝚂 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁

“You ready?”

You look over at Chris, “I’m ready.”

“Pulling up now.” The driver glances back in the mirror and you give him a nod. Chris leans in, planting a kiss to your lips, “I’m so exited to see you in action.”

You smirk, “After a few months off, I’m ready to get back to it.” He smiles and nods, “I’m so glad you offered to help, I was hoping you would, but I didn’t want to push you.”

“Thank you for respecting me.” You tilt your head, reaching your to fix his collar, “I love you.”

He smiles, leaning in to peck your lips, “And I love you.”

He moves to open his door and get out. He turns, guarding it as you step out, immediately taking your hand and leading in through the back entry way.

Your heels click against the tiles as you make your way down the hall to the security room. Nick pushes the door open and Matt wraps his arm around you as he walks you in, “Talk to me.”

“He’s here, currently losing at the blackjack table.”

Chris walks up to the monitors, his eyes scanning over them, “Figures.” He scoffs, “Can’t pay us back, but can blow some more on gambling.”

“Hey, boss.” Wes steps forward, “May I have a word with you?”

Chris turns around, crossing his arms in front of him, “What do you need to say, Wes?”

Your eyes move to the guy as he hesitates to speak, “It’s..just, do you think..” Chris groans, “C’mon, we don’t have all night.”

“Do you think she’s ready?”

Your eyes move to Chris and he laughs, “Are you questioning my judgment?” Wes shakes his head, “No, no. Not at all, sir. I just-“

You cut him off, “Charlie Redrick. Ex con man who came to the Sturniolo’s three years ago looking for a loan of about, five grand? Six two, black hair, green eyes. He has a tattoo of a scorpion on his left shoulder that peaks out when his shirt moves slightly. A month after his due date, he vanished. Been off the radar for a year and three months and he hasn’t been detected until, well. Now. My goal, tonight, is to get him to follow me up to room 376. Top floor. Last room on the right.”

Chris smirks, his eyes moving from you back to Wes, “She knows the rules of the game, alright?” He steps forward, “You ever ask anything like that again, and you’re done.”

“Yes sir, sorry sir.”

You fight back a smirk as Chris walks over to you. He smirks, pulling you in, “You got this, baby. I have full faith in you.”

You take a deep breath, “I appreciate that.” You move your hair as Nick works on setting you up with a wire, “Well be watching and Listening.”

You look at Nick, nodding as he fixes your hair, “Good luck.”

“Thank you.” You smile and look at Chris, “Can you guys hear me?” You look over at Matt and he gives a thumbs up, “We’re good. Whenever you are.”

“Okay. I’m going now. Where is he at?” You walk up to the monitors and Nick points, “moving to the Roulette table.”

“Got it. Give me ten minutes.” You smirk, dragging your hand over Chris’ abdomen as you walk towards the door. Wes opens it, and you walk out.

You made your way to the floor, looking around before walking towards the casino cage. You exchange cash for chips, then make your way to the roulette table, “Eyes on the target.” You glance up at the camera that’s pointing in your direction and you smirk.

You walk up to the table, giving the dealer a smile. You act like you don’t see Charlie staring at you, “I’ll place a hundred on.. let’s go with seven.”

“A hundred on seven.” The dealer nods, and you place your chips in the box. You hum lowly to yourself, glancing up and giving Charlie a small smile.

He smirks and nods his head, “Good luck, gorgeous.”

You laugh, “Thanks.”

The dealer calls out what won and you sigh, “Bummer.” You tap the table and nod to the dealer, “Thanks.” You go to walk away and Charlie quickly moves to catch up to you, “Sorry you didn’t win.”

You look at him, “Oh, that’s okay.” You smile, “There’s more to play than just that.” He laughs, “Well, whatever you do, don’t go to the blackjack table. I swear it’s rigged.” He holds his hand out, “Charlie.”

“Cassie.” You shake his hand, “How much did you lose?” You tilt your head and he laughs, “You don’t even want to know, listen, can I get you a drink?”

“I was actually just leaving. I’m in the penthouse suite, room 376 if you want to come up for a drink there?”

He raises his brows, “Wow, okay. Didn’t really think that this would be so easy.”

“Are you calling me easy, Charlie?” You tilt your head and he sighs, laughing ensuing quickly, “No. not at all. You just.. surprised me is all. Most of the girls that come here are stuck up bitches.”

“Mm. I see. Well, follow me.” You walk away, glancing at the camera as you move towards where you entered.

He rushes forward, pressing the elevator button before you can and he motions as the doors open, “After you.”

“Thank you.” You walk in, “penthouse floor.”

“Ah, yes. I remember.” He presses the tip button and turns, “So, have you been coming to this casino long?”

You shrug, letting out a sigh, “First time actually.” He raises his brows, a smirk, “Oh, casino virgin, huh? Well, I guess not anymore.”

“Yeah, right. Not anymore.” You tried not to sound annoyed, but it was hard, “Oh, here we go.” You walk off the elevator and he keeps talking the whole way down, but you ignore him, knocking on the door, “I forgot my key, the girl I’m with should be here.”

“Two of you, huh? Can’t say that’s a first for me.” He walks up behind you and slides his hands over your waist.

You spin around, grabbing his arm and bending it behind his back. He groans as you slam him against the door, “What the fuck?!”

The door opens and you walk him in, pushing him towards Kev. He looks back at you, a shocked expression on his face, “The fuck is this?”

Charlie’s face drops as Chris, Nick, and Matt walk out to stand behind you. Chris steps up, wrapping his arm around your waist, “Good job, baby.”

“Thank you, he got a little handsy in the hallway, though.” You look at Charlie and he immediately goes into the mode of begging for his life, “Now, listen. I didn’t- I didn’t know she was your girl, Chris please. Listen. I have your money okay, I’m sorry!”

“All of it?” Chris asks and Charlie sighs, “Okay, look. Look. I can get all of it, okay, I-I have a guy, alright?”

“Get him in the chair.” Chris motions and Kev drags him over to a chair that’s resting on plastic sheets. Three other guys help get him cuffed to it, and that’s when he really kicks it into overdrive.

“No, no please. I have the money, okay. I have it.”

“Please, don’t do this. Please. I have it. I have it! I have it!”

Chris shrugs his jacket off and hands it to you. You lay it over your arm as you watch him slowly roll up his sleeves as he walks over, “Oh yeah? Where is it then, in the blackjack table of the roulette table?”

Charlie sighs, “Fuck, Chris. Please don’t do this.”

Chris bends down, his palms pressing onto each of the arm rests, “You were late on payment. You vanished for over a year, and, most importantly, you touched my girl. No one ever touches my girl.” He stares at Charlie, “What did you think was going to happen? That we’d give you a slap on the wrists, say bad boy and let you walk out of your debt?” He scoffs, leaning up, “You’re more stupid than I remember.”

He cocks back, cracking him across the face and Charlie groans, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t get us our money back.” He repeats his action, “Telling us where it is, does.” He cocks back a third and Charlie spits blood, “Room-room 285.”

“How much is there?” Chris asks and Charlie shakes his head, “More than what I owe you.” He looks up at him, “P-please, don’t take it all. I have to pay another guy.”

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll make it easier on you then.” Chris turns around and Charlie starts to praise him, “Thank you, thank you. I’m sorry you won’t regret this, Chris. I’m so sorry.”

Chris motions to Kev and he hands Chris a pistol with a silencer on the end. He walks up to Charlie, pointing the gun at the side of his head, zero hesitation with pulling the trigger.

Chris drops his hand, handing the gun back to Kev, “I’ll take Nick and a few guys to go get the money. You guys clean this up.” He takes the key card out of Charlie’s coat pocket and walks to you, taking his jacket, “Come with me.”

He takes your hand and leads you to the elevator, Nick and three others following behind. As soon as you get on, Nick walks up and starts wiping the small bit of blood splattered from Chris’ face, “You can’t be walking around with that all over your face.”

Chris shrugs and closes his eyes as Nick wipes over it, “There. Just-“ he takes his jacket from under his arm, “Put this on and keep it closed.”

You smirk as Chris sighs, putting on his jacket.

“You know I don’t like being told what to do, right?” Chris jabs and Nick rolls his eyes, “Shut up, and do what I say, please.”

Chris chuckles as he buttons up his jacket, and he takes your hand as soon as doors open. You walk down the hall, stopping as you come to the room labeled 285.

Chris swipes the key card and pushes the door open.

“Asshole wasn’t lying.” Nick says as he comes to a stop, looking over at Chris. Chris nods, “Yeah, he sure wasn’t.” He walks over to the big pile of money neatly stacked in a square, “There’s gotta be at least ten grand here.”

His eyes move to you, smirking as he sees you already staring at him, “What?”

You shake your head, looking at Nick and the others, “Nothing. Just.. having some thoughts right now.” You tilt your head and Chris tilts his head, “Mm, I see. Uh, guys. Give us like five minutes.”

Nick sighs, “Please make it quick.” He leads the guys out and you were on Chris before the door even shut.

Your lips moving with his, “You’re so fucking hot when you take action like that.” You slide your hand up, tangling it in his hair as he kisses down your neck. He groans as you pull, “you like that, huh?”

He spins you around, lifting you to set you up on the stack of bills, and you nod, “Uh huh.” You pull him back in, sliding your hands down to undo the belt on his pants, then popping the button.

He groans as you palm over his cock, “C’mon, ma. We gotta be quick, boss’ orders.” He chuckles as he slides a hand between your thighs, pulling your panties to the side, “I’d be longer if we could.”

“I know.” You smirk, looking down to watch his cock slip into you. You tilt your head back, moaning out as he thrust into you. His one hand grips your waist while the other tangles in your hair, holding your head, “Look at me, baby.”

You open your eyes, brows furrowing as your cunt clenches around him, “F-fuck.”

He groans lowly, leaning in to press his lips to yours, “Mine. Only fucking mine.”

You whimper against his lips, “Yours, forever yours.”

His grip tightens on your body, “M’close baby.” He mumbles, “You gonna come with me?” You whimper, “Y-yes, a-“ you breathe out, “Almost there.” Your grip his jacket, squeezing it in your fists tight as he works you closer and closer to breaking.

Your thighs twitch around his waist, moans flowing from your lips as he guides you through your high. His thrusts turn sloppy, his hips shuttering as he twitches inside of you.

“Fuck, baby.” He kisses your lips, pulling out and quickly pulling your panties back over your soaked cunt, “Just gets better and better.” He quickly fixes himself before sliding you down off of the bill stack.

He bends down to fix your dress before taking your hand into his. He kisses your knuckles before walking over to the door.

“We’re done.” He informs Nick, “Let’s get this cash and go.” He walks back over to you, pulling you against his side, “Do you know if they moved his body yet?”

“Yeah, Matt texted and said that he’s ready to go whenever we are.”

Chris nods, “Perfect.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and walks over to help put the money into the bags, and soon enough you’re making your way back down to the entrance you came in at.

“We good?” He asks his one man, and he nods, “Yes, sir. They’re scrubbing away any footage of us now. We were never here.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Chris smiles and looks at you, pulling you closer as you walk to the exit. You get in the car, Chris sliding in after you and he immediately goes in for a kiss, “You were perfect in there.”

“I told you I was good at what I do.” You laugh, pressing another kiss to his lips. He smirks and looks forward, “Airport.”

“Are we going after Xavier Phillips now? He’s in New York, right?”

Chris smirks, “That we are, sweetheart. I don’t think you’ll need to do anything for this one. He should be a quick one to take out.”

“If my services are needed, you know where to find me.” You smirk as he leans in, “I’m sure you’ll get a call for something.” He presses kisses to your neck and you giggle, “Chris.”

“What? I just can’t get enough of you.” He leans back with a sigh, “you’re just so pretty.”

You smile, reaching over to take his hand, “Yeah, yeah. So are you.” He laughs and shakes his head.

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The hour and a half flight from Boston to New York was spent talking about the next job. Well, Chris and the guys talked, you fell asleep on Chris’ shoulder the entire flight.

“Hey.” Chris gently wakes you, “We’re here.”

You lift your head, your eyes staring at the drool spot on his sweatshirt, “Oh I’m so-“

He raises his brows, a smirk playing with his lips, “What have I told you?” You laugh, wiping off the corner of your mouth, “Not to be sorry.”

He kisses your head, “That’s right. Now, come on.” He stands up, holding out his hand and you take it, making sure you have everything before getting off of the jet.

“Good evening, Mr. Sturniolo.” The driver greets Chris, “Just to confirm, you’ll be heading to the Triple S correct?”

“That’s right.” Chris nods as he watches you get straight into the car, “They have the whole top floor open for us right?”

The driver nods, “I do believe they do.”

“Perfect.” Chris gets in and his phone starts ringing. He pulls it out and answers it, “Yeah?” He nods and glances over at you, “Okay. If you, Nick, and some others want to head over there now, I’ll meet you there in a little, just get him to the back.”

“Yeah, that works. Mm.” He hangs up and looks at you, “Phillips is at a club on 28th. What a dumb mother fucker.”

“Don’t you own a club on 28th?” You smirk and Chris laughs, “Yep. That’s why he’s dumb, it’s our club he’s at.”

“Are we going there now or-“

“I figured you’d want to go to the hotel, relax a little bit before we leave again?” He raises his brows, “Unless you don’t want that.”

“I go where you go, remember.” You smirk and he smiles, “That works for me.” He leans forward, “Hey, Ted. We’re changing plans, we’re heading to the warehouse instead.”

“Got it.”

Chris pulls his phone out, calling Matt, “Hey. We’re headed to the warehouse, get him and bring him there.”

“Yeah, yeah. As soon as he sees you, he’ll probably run, but I know you got him. If you need to, shoot to wound, not to kill.”

He hands up and lets out a sigh, “This one is going to be fun. I hope you’re ready.” Chris squeezes your hand and you shrug, “I’m just excited to see you in action.”

“Uh. That’s my line.” He smirks, “But I’ll let it slide.”

As you arrive to the to the ware house, a car pulls up, one that isn’t one of yours, “Who is that?” You lay your hand on Chris arm and he sighs, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

A women gets out of the drivers seat and starts walking up.

“That’s his fucking sister. She’s just as bad as he is.” Chris mumbles and you keep your eyes on her, watching as she gets stopped by nick, “No, you just- please let me talk to him.”

She tries pushing past Nick and Matt walks up. As soon as she sees him, she huffs, “Just let me talk to Chris.”

“What do you think she wants?” You look up at Chris and he looks down at you, “No clue, probably to offer herself as collateral.” He snorts, “It didn’t work last time, it won’t work this time.” He clears his throat, “The fuck you want, Mara?”

You hear her sigh, “Can you call off your mutts, I need to talk to you.”

You scoff, “Talk about them like that again and you won’t get another word out. What do you want?”

Chris laughs quietly as he squeezes your hand, “Good girl.”

You tilt your head, nudging his leg with your hand, “Do I need do repeat myself? Fair warning, I don’t like doing that.”

“Who the fuck is she?” She looks at Nick and Matt speaks up, “Not someone you want to mess with, they can hear you from here.”

She sighs, “Look, I know you’re going after Xav. I saw your cars there. Please, please don’t hurt him.” Chris shakes his head, looking around as he sighs, “We already have him, there’s nothing more you can do, unless you happen to have both his and the money you owe.”

“Im still working on mine, and I can get his. You know I can.” She pleads, “Just, let me see him.”

“No.” Chris states, “That isn’t going to happen.”

“Please.”

“Let her go.” Chris orders, and Matt and Nick move out of the way, allowing her to walk up to you. She reaches out, grabbing onto his arm and you immediately move in front of him, swiping her hand away, “Uh uh. We are not doing that.”

“I’m talking to Chris, not you.” She huffs, “Now move.”

Chris slides his hand onto your waist before stepping back. She goes to move around you but you step in front of her, “Touch him again, and I will fucking kill you where you stand. He’s mine, nobody touches him but me.”

She stares at you, “Chris, you better-“

“Don’t even say his name.” You shake your head, stare holding steady, “If you have a problem, you can talk to me. I’m very capable of controlling myself.”

“I just want to see my bother.”

“We already established that isn’t happening.” You frown, “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.” She scoffs, “Fuck you, fuck all of you. I know what you’re going to do, you’re going to kill him, all because he was late with his payment? You know he can get it.”

“No, I believe they gave him the benefit of the doubt, helping someone who gave them and unbelievable sob story, but he only proved himself wrong when he decided to skip down, attempt to vanish, but he’s pretty stupid isn’t he? Going into a club that the people he borrowed from owns? More than once I must add.”

She pushes you backwards and Chris is simultaneously wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling his gun from his holster, “Now you fucked up.”

Matt and Nick walks up, moving to stand on either side of you and Chris, their guns drawn.

A few more guys come out of the warehouse and she looks around, scoffing as she shakes her head, “You know, none of this would be happing if you just let me see Xavier.”

“No, no.” Chris shakes his head, “None of this would be happening if you just kept your ass out of it.”

She pushes her luck, reaching up towards his hand, “Chris, please. You know me. I’ve always been on time with my pay-“

“Touch him. And you fucking. Die.” You step up and she rolls her eyes, “If you’re going to threaten me, you better follow through because-“

You take Matt’s gun with a sigh and pull the trigger, watching her drop to the ground. You hand Matt his gun back and you look at Chris, “Did I not warn her?”

He nods with a laugh, “You did baby.” He pulls you in, pressing a kiss to your head, “You sure did. Alright, while that’s being taken care of..” he looks over and nods to the body on the ground, and the guys immediately snap into action, “We have a more important client to deal with.”

He walks you info the warehouse with him, letting out a sigh as he sees Xavier strapped to the chair, “What’s up, buddy? I heard you were trying to slip out on us.”

“Go to hell, Sturniolo.” He snaps, “You and your fucking brothers.”

“Don’t rush us, we aren’t ready to go just yet.” Chris laughs, glancing over at you before walking up to him, “So, let me just cut to the chase and ask you the big things we’re all wondering..” he crouches down in front of him, “Where’s our money?”

“Do I look like I have three grand sitting around? Stuffed into my pockets?” Xavier scoffs, “Fucking hell.”

“Then how’d you pay to get into our club? How’d you pay for the alcohol at the bar?” Chris tilts his head, giving him a second but he doesn’t answer, “Alright, alright. Let’s just cut to the chase.” Chris stands up and quickly delivers a punch, “Do you want to talk yet?”

He shakes his head and Chris sighs, “Okay.” He delivers two punches, “They’re just going to keep adding up.”

“Fuck. You.”

“Alright.” Chris delivers three, “I’m not going to kill you because that’s clearly what you want, right?” Xavier laughs and Chris laughs right along with him, “I know, I’m hilarious.”

He clenches his jaw, delivering four punches, “Where. Is. Our. Money?”

“I don’t know because I don’t have it yet.” He looks up, face broken and bloodied, “If you just-“

“No. You’re out of time, buddy.” Chris tsks his tongue, “You had.” He pauses, “How long has it been, baby?”

You lift your head, “eleven months.”

“Eleven months, to get it, and yet.. here we are.” Chris sighs, “Listen, I really don’t want to bust open my knuckles, and I really don’t want to kill you, so what will it take for you to be motivated enough to get our money?”

He doesn’t say anything, but what Chris says catches his attention, “Oh I know. Mara? Yeah.” Chris laughs, “She showed up here, begging to see you.”

“W-where is she?” He looks around and Chris shrugs, “You tell me, and I’ll tell you.” Chris holds his stare as Xavier yells, “You better not have fucking touched her. Mara! Mara! Where the fuck is she you bastard!?” He takes a deep breath, “Mara!?”

“Tell me where the money is and I’ll have my girl here tell you where she is.” Chris motions to you and you step forward.

“Fucking bitch, if you did anything to her I’m going to kill you.”

“Whoa whoa, hey now. Threatening her, isn’t getting you any good marks, Xav.” Chris shakes his head, “Just ask your sister. Oh. Wait.” He looks back at you, “Baby. Tell him what happened when Mara disrespected you, please.”

You smirk, walking up to stand next to Chris, “Let’s just say..” you smile at Chris as he wraps his arm around your waist, “she can’t hear anything from inside a body bag.”

Xavier throws himself around in the chair, yelling and trying to fight. Matt walks up to Chris, whispering something in his ear, causing Chris to nod, “Yeah, you’re right. Go ahead.”

Chris leans in to whisper into your ear, “He said it’s not worth it.” You nod, watching as Matt walks up to Xavier, cracking the gun over his face before grabbing his chin, “Last chance.”

“If you don’t kill me now, I’m coming back to kill that bitch standing next to your asshole brother.”

Matt looks at Chris and Chris nods, “End him.”

Matt lifts the gun to his head, pressing it in hard before squeezing the trigger. Chris takes a deep breath, letting out a sigh, “Alright. Top floor of the Triple, meet us there when you’re done here.”

He turns, pulling you with him, “Come on, baby. I think we, ourselves, have some unfinished business to attend to.” He gives you a smirk and you smile, nodding your head once, “I do believe we do, baby..”

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I hope you enjoyed part two! I love you all so much’ thank you for reading! Catch you in the next part ;)

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“Do you even remember being happy together?” You tilt your head, tears streaming down your face, “Because I do.”

Sam stands across from you, “I don’t even know why I came the fuck home.” He runs his hand over his face, “Fuck, y/n, what do you want me to say? Do you want me to stand here and lie to you, tell you that the last year has been a walk in the park or something?”

“No.” You shake your head, “I just can’t remember the last time we were together and it wasn’t spent fucking screaming at each.”

“Can’t tell you.” He shrugs, “I don’t know what you want me to say, y/n. I work, I have to travel for work. You have the complete ability to come with me, but yet you choose to stay here.”

“Because I have a job, Sam. A job that makes it so you don’t have to constantly have to pay for me. I know what you say to your friends, bitching that I can buy my own coffee when you and I both fucking know that I can.”

“I have never bitched about buying you anything to anyone, so who ever told you that is a fucking liar.” He laughs, letting out a groan, “Fuck, but it doesn’t matter, you’re not going to believe me anyway.”

“There you go again, blaming everyone but your fucking self.” You scoff, shaking your head, “Whatever. I can’t keep doing this. It’s fight after fight anymore. We’re supposed to be happy, and we can’t even spend five minutes together without one of us having some dumb shit to say that sparks an argument apparently.”

“I travel, y/n.” He stares at you, “You would how know hard that is if you came with me for once.”

“You said that already, Sam.” You laugh, sniffling as you wipe your face, “You know what, no. I’m not doing this.” You look around, grabbing anything that’s his and throwing it at him, “Just go.”

“What the fuck.. are you doing?” He catches his sweatshirt and throws it on the couch, “Y/n, what-“

“Maybe we’re just better apart, Sam.”

You stand there staring at him as he stares at you.

“Do you think we’re better for it?” He asks lowly and you shrug, “I know I can’t keep doing this. Being good to each other and then listening to my friends tell me just give it till summer, knowing one of us will..” You motion at the strewn objects on the floor, “fuck it up again.”

He nods, “Okay. Fine. We’re done.” He beds down and you walk into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you try to collect yourself.

He walks in and you press your hands into the counter, “Can you just fucking leave already?” You storm out and he follows, “Is there someone else?”

You stop in your tracks, “No, Sam. There isn’t anyone fucking else. If there was, why would I fucking put up with almost two years of fighting with you, trying to make our relationship work if I was just fucking you over?”

He nods, “Jesus Christ, it was just a question.”

You laugh in disbelief, “A wrong one to fucking ask, and you know it.”

“Right like I know all the answers to everything.” He walks into the kitchen, the sound of glass breaking makes you jump slightly and you walk over, “So now you’re breaking my dishes because you’re disappointed? Fucking great, Sam. That’s just fucking great.”

You bend down, picking of the large pieces of the broken plate and leaning over to put them in the trash.

“I didn’t do it on purpose.” He bends down, “But yeah, since you brought it up, I’m just disappointed in how much you couldn’t be there for me. You have time saved up to take off of work.”

“I’ll just take the blame, you can go tell your friends and the people that care about you that I broke up with you because I couldn’t-“ you stop, taking a deep breath, “Just go, Sam. Just get the fuck out of my house.”

“Why can’t we just work through this, we did times before.” He sits on the floor and you rest back on your calves, reaching over to dump the smaller pieces into the trash, “Because each time we fought before, you called, said you missed me, and I bit back onto it.”

You shake your head, “But now, I’m just starting to think that we’re just believing our own lies, forcing two pieces of a puzzle that won’t fit together.”

You stand up and walk back out to the living room, fighting back tears as your eyes scan his stuff on the floor in a pile.

You lay your hands over your face, turning away from him as you hear him walk out. You wipe your face, holding it together as you turn back around, “Lock the door when you go.”

You walk into your room and close the door. You rest your forehead against the wood, sniffling as the tears start flowing.

You hear shuffling and before you know it, the door closes behind him.

You open the door, walking back out. Your eyes scanning over the silent area. Your hand presses to your mouth as you sob, bending down to the ground.

You were cursing yourself, begging yourself to chase after him, but if you go, it’ll just make things worse.

You lift your head, your eyes moving to the couch.

“You didn’t start it without me did you?” Sam runs in, stepping over the back of the couch, “I love the beginning of this movie. It’s so funny.” You shake your head, “No, I waited for you. I know the beginning is your favorite part.”

He looks over at you, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you for knowing me.” He smile and you roll your eyes with a laugh, “You’re welcome.” You cuddle into his side, pressing okay on the remote.

He pulls you closer, letting out a sigh, “If we could make money just by doing this, I think we would be set. It would be the best job in the world.” You look up at him, “Why, because you’d get to sit on the couch and watch movies all day?”

He shakes his head, “No because I’d get to spend all the time in the world with you.”

You walk over to the kitchen, peering in as you rest against the entry way.

“Oh my gosh, I love this song.” You reach over, turning the speaker up louder. You spin around, sliding over the tiles in your socks to Sam, “I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings.”

Sam sings along, “Uh huh, that’s right.” He takes your hand, spinning you around, “Darling, you’re the one I want.” He dips you down, pressing a kiss to your lips as he stands you up, “Would you really accept a paper ring from me?”

You give him a shrug, “Depends on the kind of paper.” You smirk and he laughs, “I mean, yeah. It’s gotta be stuff that won’t rip or tear easy.” He snaps and points, “I know, I’ll laminate it.” You break out in laughter, “Not a bad idea.”

You can feel your body shaking as you reach up to lay your hand over your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as you drag it down over your face, “Fuck.” You shake your head, “What the fuck is wrong with us?”

You walk over to the bathroom, staring at your red and puffy face in the mirror. You turn the water on, staring it as you replay yet another memory that Sam must have forgotten about.

Sam walks into the bathroom, stopping when he sees you relaxing in the tub, “So I’m just assuming that my invitation got lost in the mail or something?”

You laugh, “I don’t think we’ll both fit in here.”

He pulls his shirt up over his head, stripping down before walking over, “Um, we can make it work? Now scoot.” You laugh as you sit up, turning to watch him step in and he sits behind you, “Now lean back here.”

You lean back, your back pressing against his chest as his arms slide over your shoulder, and you let out a sigh, “Oh I could get used to this.” He runs his hand over your wet hair, pressing a kiss to your head, “So don’t let my invitation get lost next time.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, small sobs slipping from your lips as you shake your head. You turn the water off, giving up the thought of trying to help the redness around your eyes go down.

You walk over to the bedroom, your eyes instantly moving to a dresser drawer that’s still half open from when he came over earlier today.

You walk over, pulling out one of his tee shirts and you clench it in your fists, pulling it to your chest as you sit on the bed.

The same bed where you have given yourself to him over and over again. The same bed that holds countless hours of deep and pointless conversation.

“What do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t a ghost hunter, Sam?” You whispers, breaking the peaceful silence. He hums lowly as his fingers softly rake up and down your arm, “Mm, not sure. I know I’d still want you in my life either way, though.”

“Really?” You smile and he presses a kiss to your head, “I can’t picture my life with anyone but you.” You grab his hand and pull it to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “I’m glad we feel the same way, babe.”

“Plus, I mean..” he laughs, “Not to brag, but I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember. I had a big crush on you in high school.”

You cover your face with his shirt, using it to muffle your loud sobs. You pictured your future with Sam. Having a family with him. Buying a big house.

You sat up, pulling your phone from your pocket. You were hoping to see a text or something from him, but there was nothing. Just his face on your Lock Screen and that was just salt to the wound.

You locked your phone, tossing it behind you onto the bed.

Your eyes scanned over your room, gazing out the open doorway. You feel like you couldn’t breathe. Your chest was tight, and you were shaking like a leaf.

No matter where you looked, you were reminded of Sam. Every corner of this house was haunted and you wanted nothing more than to have him come back and tell him how much you loved him, how much you missed him, and just how sorry you were, how sorry you are.

You felt like it was all your fault. Doing long distance when you had the choice not to. Choosing making your own money over spending time with him in whatever place he was in that day.

Nothing happened the way you wanted, and for that, you were kicking your own ass, and you were kicking it hard.

You let out a gasp as your phone started to vibrate. You flipped it over, seeing it was an incoming call from one of your friends.

You hesitate, but decide to answer, “h-hello?”

“Hey I- wait, what’s wrong?”

“W-we’re over.” The words coming out of your mouth brought everything back, and you break down, “We.. got.. into it again..” you press your hand to your mouth, “I-I told him.. to just.. get out.”

You press your hand to your chest, “Fuck, it-it feels like.. I can’t breathe, Vee. I-I-“

“Okay, okay. I’m right here. I’ll come get you. I’ll stay on the phone until I’m there. Just get around, you can stay at my place tonight.”

“O-oh-Kay.” You lay his shirt down on the bed and walk over to grab a few items of clothing. You pack them into your backpack, sniffling and gasping uncontrollably as you stuff them inside.

“I’m coming onto your street now, okay. You still with me?”

“Y-yeah.” You grab your phone and walk out to your door. You grab your keys, stuffing them into your sweatshirt pocket as you slip on your shoes.

“Are- are you.. here?”

“Almost. I’m almost there.”

“Ok-ay.” You open your door and step out, taking a deep breath. The cool air calmed you down, but only for a second. You seen Vee’s car pull into your driveway and you walk down, running to her as she gets out and opens her arms.

“I’m so sorry.” She holds you tight, “You can talk about it if you want, okay?”

“I-I miss him..” you sniffle hard, “When- when we were.. g-good, we-we were.. good, y-you kn-know?”

She walks you around, “Come on. We’ll go for a drive.” She opens your door and helps you in before running around and getting in herself, “I was hoping you and Sam would work out. I really liked him for you.”

“It’s..” you take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you try to calm yourself down so you can speak, “The f-fighting. It was so-so, constant now.”

“Why were you guys fighting?” She glances over at you and you shrug, “I had standards for myself, o-or morals, fuck, I-i don’t know.” You lay your hand over your face, “I was focused on working, like that wou-would be what I would do while he’s gone, but he wanted-wanted me to go with him, and I fu-fucked up up by not going.”

“That’s not your fault. You like making money, there’s nothing wrong with that.” She shakes her head, “I mean, maybe you guys needed this. Maybe some time apart can get you guys to really think.”

You scoff, “I- doubtful. I just think t-that.. doing the long distance when we didn’t have to came between us and it’s my fault for that.”

“You did what you thought was right, and yeah, maybe working all the time wasn’t sufficient, but that’s what you are used to. I can’t remember a time you took off of work for anything other than being violently sick.”

“R-right.. I mean I know- I know you’re supposed t-to put your-your partner first, and for that, I’m paying the price for not doing it.” You groan as your hands cover your face, “Fuck, why am I like this?”

“Don’t beat yourself up. Sam could have pushed for you to come more, he could have called in for you, talked to your boss? He knows him right?”

You nod, “I just feel bad blaming him.”

“That’s because you love him, y/n, but even though we love someone, that doesn’t give them a pass at being not held accountable.” Vee looks over at you and you nod, “You’re the only one who supported me. Everyone else thought I was wasting my time with being with him.”

“As I said, I liked Sam for you, and a big part of me is hoping that you two find your way back together.” He reaches over, letting out a sigh as he squeezes your shoulder, “just don’t push it. If it’s mean to be, it’ll happen.”

You nod, wiping away a stray tear, “You’re right.”

She gives you a small smile, “I just got a big tub of ice cream, and right now, it has your name written all over it.”

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“I miss fighting in his old apartment.” You laugh slightly, “And I don’t mean big fighting, we’d argue over who was making dinner, what we were watching on tv, who’s hogging the blanket.”

“Um, didn’t you say I could have picked the movie for tonight?” He points to the tv and you furrow your brows, “Oh, did I say that?” You glance at the tv, “I think it’s a spooky movie kind of night.”

“Do you ever think that maybe I wanted it to be a chick flick kind of night?” He scoffs playfully and crosses his arms, “No, I don’t think you did.”

You sigh, “Fine, if you want to watch Mean Girls, we can.” He laughs, plopping down next to you on the couch, “No, I want you cowering in my lap when you’re scared.”

You snort, shaking your head as you hand her back the thing of ice cream, “Everything I know brings me back to us, to him.” You look up at her, “Do you really think he’s done?”

She shrugs, eating a spoonful of ice cream, “I wouldn’t say he’s done, I just think he knows that you both just need some time away right now. Simmer down before you guys end up going at it all over again.”

You nod, “Right, yeah.” You let out a sigh, reaching back for the ice cream, “I just.. I don’t want to leave him, we’ve been here before, but no one ever actually left, you know? Like we always found our way around it. This time, it just-“ you purse your lips, fighting back tears, “Feels different..”

“Everything is fresh, y/n.” Vee sighs, “Going through a breakup, especially with someone who you’ve been through so much with, is not easy by any means.”

“Yeah.” You bring your hands up to your face, sniffling into them, “Sorry, I-“

“Don’t be sorry.” She cuts you off, moving over to sit right next to you, “You helped me last year, so now it’s my turn to return the favor. I’m always here, you know that.”

The door bell rings and she perks up, “Pizza’s here, finally.” She gets up and walks over to the door. Your heart was racing, a part of it hoped it was Sam.

“Y/n.” Vee calls out and you jump up, “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry, but do you have change for a twenty on you?”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah. Here.” You bend down to your backpack and pull out your wallet. You walk over two tens and exchange it for the pizza.

“Thank you, have a good night.” The driver smiles and walks away. Vee closes the door and walks back over to the couch with you.

The rest of the night, you ate pizza, ice cream, and talked until what felt like you were out of tears.

The next morning, you woke up and went to the bathroom. You were appalled at how puffy and red your face was.

You splashed some cold water on, patting it under your eyes and dried off.

You walked out and Vee gives you a smile, “How are you feeling?” You give her a shrug, “The same, just without tears.” You laugh slightly and take the mug she hands you, “Thank you, for everything.”

She gives you a smile, “Anytime.”

After a little while, you got the urge to check your phone, but you were doing alright for right now, and you didn’t want to bring it all back.

So you left it go.

“Theres a new movie in theaters, a showing at six if you want to go?” Vee looks at you and you nod, “Yeah, sure. I’m down to see a new movie.”

She smiles, “I’ll get two tickets now.”

You nod, “I want to stop at my house first, I don’t want to go out looking like this.” She laughs, “Yeah no problem. I have a few things to do, I can drop you off on my way into town?”

“That’s fine.” You get up to gather your things and on the way home, everything hits you all at once, but you hold it together until you’re at your front door.

As soon as you open the door, you start to sob, seeing everything that you and Sam once shared slaps you in the face.

You pull out your phone, ignoring all of the built up notifications on your screen as you call into your job.

“Thank you for called Mistian’s Inc, Juliet speaking, how can I direct your call?”

“Hey, Juliet, it’s y/n. Can you patch me through to Dean?”

“Sure can. Give me one second.”

“Thanks.”

The phone rings a few times before Dean picks up, “Y/n, what can I do for you?”

You sniffle, “Hey, I had something come up. Can I use my time and take a few week off of work?”

“Are you okay? You sound upset.” He asks, “But yes, I’ll put that down right now for you.” You let out a laugh, “Um, Sam.. and I broke up again, and I just need a little bit of me time.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, y/n. I’ll put you down to return next month, say the fifteenth?”

“That’s good, thank you.”

“Of course.”

You hang up and let out a sigh. You check your texts, nothing from Sam, but one from your sister that says she has stuff to drop off for you.

You text her back, Just leave it on my porch. When are you coming? She instantly replies, I can drop it off in a few. You answer and walk over to the kitchen to get a drink.

As you stand staring at the floor, there’s a knock on your door and you sigh, “I told her just to leave it.” You mumble, angry that she can’t listen to a simple request.

You open the door, freezing when you see Sam standing there, eyes just as puffy and red as yours, “I miss you, I’m sorry.”

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“What is your location?”

You slowly and casually bring your drink up to your mouth, lowly speaking into the mic imbedded in your bracelet, “By the bar.” You take a sip of your drink as a follow up question sounds through your earpiece, “Do you have eyes on the suspect?”

Your eyes scan around the room, “Not yet.”

You set your drink back down on the bar and continue looking. You give warm smiles to anyone who looks your way, making it seem like you actually belong here.

“We have to get you out of there on T-minus twenty minutes, try and hurry.”

You roll your eyes as you look down and you hear a laugh in your ear piece, “I saw that, y/l/n.”

You look around, stopping when you see a familiar face on the top floor, Myles, the one in your ear, looking down at you. You shake your head and grab your glass, moving across the room.

“I haven’t seen you here before.”

You turn, giving a smile to the gentleman walking up to you, “This is actually my first time attending.” You laugh lightly, “That’s probably why.”

He nods, extending out his hand, “I’m Nicolas.”

You lay your hand in his, “Nice to meet you, Nicolas.”

He smiles, tilting his head, “And you are..” he motions for you to speak and you snort, “Oh, right. Yes. I’m Anastasia, but you can call me Ana.”

“Hmm, Anastasia.” He nods, “Pretty name.”

“Thank you, it was given to me after my aunt.” You smile up at Nicolas and he looks around, “She sounds like she was a great aunt.”

“She was.” You finish your drink, “Oh, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take advantage of the open bar.” You walk away, feeling his eyes still on you. You swallow, resting your elbow on the bar as you talk lowly into your mic, “Was that-“

“Christopher’s brother, Nick? Yes, it was.”

“Thought so.”

“What, them looking almost identical gave it away?”

You laugh, “Mhm.” You point to your glass and the bartender nods, bringing a bottle over to fill up your glass, “Thank you.” You sigh and bring it to your lips, taking a much needed sip.

“So where are you from?” Nick walks up, leaning against the bar, “Are you from around here?”

You look up at him, “I’m originally from Atlanta, but with my dad being in the business, we moved around a lot, and I really liked it here, so I figured I’m a big girl, I can move to Boston if I want.”

He nods, “Yeah, yeah. Boston is nice.”

“Y/n, we need to get you out of there. Now.”

You could tell Myles was trying to not sound frantic, but you could read him like a book. You take a deep breath, “I’ve been here for a while, so I think it’s time I finally head out. It was great meeting you, Nicolas.”

He gives you a half smile, nodding, “Yeah, we were hoping you’d be here tonight, y/n.”

Your heart drops and you tilt your head, “I’m sorry, but I think you have the wrong person.”

“Go, we’ll cover you.”

You start to walk away, quickening your pace as you make it to the front doors. Two men in all black attire, step out, blocking your exit.

“Shit.” You turn, spotting a door that’s swinging open and closed and you bolt, running into the kitchen area.

You had two, if not three people on your tail, and you were desperate for a way out. You turned right, then left, then made another right, running up to a door with an exit sign above it.

You pushed, and pushed, trying to get it open but it wouldn’t budge. You stepped back, hearing the chatter and footsteps growing closer and closer. You ran forward, giving it one good shove and it pops open, giving you an out.

Or so you thought.

You stop when you hear the racking of a few pistols, letting out a sigh as you raise your hands.

“This her?”

“Yes, boss. This is y/n y/l/n.”

“The spy, right?”

“Indeed it is.”

Hands grip your wrists, yanking them down behind you. The clicking of cuffs sound, and you scoff, “You could have asked nicely, I would have done it.”

“Shut up.” He mumbles, “Where’s your wire?”

“On her wrist.” Nick walks up, “Seen her talking into it a few times.” You sigh as the beads from your bracelet fall and bounce on the ground by your feet, “That was expensive.”

“She has an earpiece too, Matt.” Nick points and you just stare at him, “So, what do you want with me? Dead, information on where I’m from?” Nick shrugs as Matt removes your earpiece, “That’s not our decision.”

He points as his brother gets out of the black Sedan, “It’s his.”

You watch as Christopher gets out of the car, your eyes focusing on his as he stares at you, “You’re Christopher?”

He motions to the car behind him, “Get her in.”

You’re pushed forward, but you try and fight back. Nick grabs your other arm, while Matt holds the other and Christopher leans in, “if you want to live, fighting us isn’t in your best interest.”

You clench your jaw, staring at him as Matt and Nick guide you to the car. You scoot into the seat, adjusting your position so the cuffs aren’t digging into your wrists. You blink as the door is slammed closed and Christopher is gone.

The other side opens and he gets in, “Take us home.”

You avoid looking at him, keeping your stare on the back of the headrest in front of you. It’s silent for the first few minutes. You were racking your brain for a way to get out of this situation.

You were one slip away from getting out of the cuffs when the silence is broken, “You can call me Chris, by the way.”

You ignore him, clenching your jaw as you turn your head away from him.

“You don’t have to talk now, but just know that you will when we get back home.”

“What makes you so sure of that?” You mumble, side eyeing him, “You seem to already know everything about me.”

“If that’s what you want to think.” Chris chuckles, “There’s some stuff we don’t.” You roll your eyes, “Like what?”

“Like why you accepted an invitation in the first place, how much intel you have on my group.” He sighs, “Small things like that.”

You lean back, wrists twisting slowly in the cuffs, “So if you know everything but those things, then you know that I’m highly trained in getting out of situations like this?” You pull your hand up, slowly bringing the other one and all Chris does is smirk, “I told Matt not to worry about those in the first place, but he does his own thing, as you can see.”

“So you’re the leader?” You tilt your head, “You don’t strike me as the leading type.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” He nods, “But it’s not all about looks, sweetheart. It’s about the power one can hold. Watch.” He leans up, “Stop the car.”

Your body is jolted forward as the car comes to a halt, “What the f-“ you lean over, looking forward then behind at the cars that have also stopped.

Chris leans over, whispers in your ear, “See, power.” He looks forward, “Keep going, I just had to prove a point.”

The car starts moving and you sigh, “So, you have power. Big deal.” You rest your hands in your lap, “What makes you think that I just won’t let you kill me.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and find out if that’s true or not.” Chris looks over at you and you look at him, “yeah, I guess we will.”

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You were silent the rest of the way, trying to read Chris the whole way to where ever it was you were going, home?

Usually, you have an act for reading people, detecting their next move before they can even make it, but with Chris, you couldn’t figure him out.

He was laid back, relaxed. Didn’t seem stressed whatsoever.

You had no idea what he was going to do, or thinking about doing.

“We’re here, boss.” The driver turns his head and Chris nods, “Okay.” His door opens and he gets out, walking away before your door opens.

“C’mon.” Matt reaches in, pulling you out and you’re slammed against the car, “Slipped out of your cuffs I see. Guess I’ll just-“

“Matt. Relax.” Chris walks up, “Just, take her downstairs until I figure out what to do with her.” You look at Chris and he turns away, walking inside with a group of his men.

Nick walks up, grabbing your arm and he leads you inside and down the steps with Matt.

“Where are you taking me?” You question, looking over at Nick, and Matt speaks before Nick can, “Can you just-“

“I believe I was asking Nick, not you.” You scoff, “Someone’s jealous they didn’t get the crown.”

Matt rips you away from Nick, pushing you against the wall, “This has nothing to do with me not getting anything, it has everything to do with that fact that a little rat like you, was sniffing us out trying to bring everything we’ve built up, down.”

You stare into Matt’s cold eyes, “How about you let me the fuck go. Get your hands off of me, before I really end up hurting you.”

Matt laughs, dropping his hands, “Give me your best shot.”

You stare at him, “No, because I know this trick. Been in something like this before.”

He nods, “Fine, but don’t fucking bark, if you can’t fucking bite.” He grabs your arm, pulling you down the hall towards a cell. You stumble beside him, mumbling to yourself before he pushes you into the room and slams the door shut.

He peers in through the small rectangular window before walking away.

You roll your eyes, leaning against the wall and Nick looks in, “Just, hang tight okay. Chris usually has us end someone on the spot, so he must be planning something for you.”

“Planning something for me?” You scoff, “If you guys want information, don’t sent that asshole back in here to do it.” You nod towards the door and you hear Matt chuckle lowly.

Nick sighs, “Yeah, I think Chris knows that.”

“Good. He fucking better.” You look around as Nick walks away and it felt like hours until finally someone came back down.

You sat up from the cot and stood up, the keys jingling in the door send a chill down your spine.

“Come with me.” Nick motions, “Chris wants to speak with you.”

“He’s not coming down here?” You look at Nick funny and he moves his eyes around, “Do you see him anywhere down here?”

You huff, “Fine.” You walk towards Nick, turning your body away from him as you move past him. You step out into the hall and hold your arm out, “Are you going to escort me?”

“Do you plan on running?” He looks at you and you shrug, “Now why would I tell you something that would be a surprise?”

“I don’t know.” Nick shakes his head, “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah, well it takes one to know one, now doesn’t it?” You roll your eyes as he grabs your arm, escorting you to the steps, “Go. And incase you’re planning to run, there’s like five guys at the top of the steps waiting to see if you do or not.”

“Way to ruin the fun.” You laugh slightly as you walk up the steps, your eyes meeting Matt’s glare as you reach the top. You squint at the sunlight flooding in through the windows, and you look back at Nick as he points, “Down the hall.”

You turn, walking until you’re told to stop.

Nick knocks and the door opens, a man standing there in all black, like the ones from the party, opens the door.

Nick gives you a nudge and you walk into the room.

“We’ll be fine.” Chris assures as he stands, “You guys can go.”

You glance back as the men nod and leave with Nick, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You look back at Chris and he points, “Sit.”

“I’m not a dog.” You cross your arms and Chris sighs, “Fuck, fine. Please, have a seat.”

You fight back a smirk as you walk over to chair in front of his desk and sit down.

“So.” He starts out, leaning back in his chair, “Why were you at the party?” You furrow your brows, “Why’d you invite me?”

He shakes his head, “We’re not- don’t answer my question with a question.”

You roll your eyes, “Fine. I accepted because I’m apart of a group too, but only my group, doesn’t take out people for absolutely no reason.”

Chris scoffs, “You think I don’t have any reason to end the people I do?” He shakes his head, “Clearly, you didn’t get the correct intel.”

“So why? Why do you take out the people that you do?” You cross your arms, leaning back in your seat, “Please, give me one good reason.”

“They’re a threat to me, my brothers. My family.” He tilts his head, “That should be enough reason.”

“Uh huh.” You nod, “Okay. So back to what I was saying.” You look around, “I thought maybe you had invited me because you knew who my father was.”

“Your father contributed to us, y/n. He practically gave us your name.”

You squint, “That’s a lie. My father was against any and all mafia groups.”

He shrugs, slowly letting his shoulders fall, “I guess you really didn’t know your father all that well, or else you would have noticed-“

You stand up, slamming your hands on the desk, “Don’t you ever talk about my father.”

Chris stands up, placing his hands next to yours, “What are you going to do about it?” You glance down, quickly grabbing the scissors that are in the glass cup and press the point into his neck, “One more word and I’ll end you before they get to me.”

He takes a deep breath, a smirk rested on his lips, “You’re going to protect someone who signed your life away before you even knew about it?” He raises his brows, “Bold move, sweetheart.”

“Don’t.” You push the scissors in a little more, “Call me that.”

“Fine. But I think you should know something.”

“What.” You move your eyes from his neck to his and he reaches up, quickly grabbing your wrist. He spins you around and now the scissors are pressing into your neck.

He leans in, tightening his grip before whispering, “The only person you never have to have a guard up with, is me. But I think you already caught onto that.”

He drops the scissors to the floor and pushes you to stand up.

You turn around, “I could have killed you if I wanted to.”

He smirks, “And I could have murdered you, without any hesitation either, but those angelic eyes made me all weak and dizzy.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.” Chris shrugs, “We can do this all day.”

You sit back down, “What do you want?”

“I told you.” He walks around, sitting on his desk in front of you, “you help me, I help you.” You scoff, shaking your head, “You want me to help you bring down my agency?” You look at him, “How does that help me?”

“Because I can give you a better life, one that you can only ever imagine. You can handle yourself, I know you can. I’ve seen it, just now actually. You trust me, because if you didn’t, you would have actually stuck those scissors in my neck.”

“I don’t trust shit.” You snap, “I’m getting out of here, with information, so you can do what you want with that.”

“I really think you’re mistaken, y/n. You’re not getting out of here. The only way is if you’re going anywhere with me, or in a body bag. Your choice.”

You swallow, shaking your head.

“Think about it. I want you on my side, y/n. You’d be a great asset for me.”

“Is that it? You just want me to become someone who worships the ground you walk on, become a hit man for you?” You look at him and he shakes his head, “No I mean..” he laughs, “Oh, y/n. I don’t think you’re understanding.”

“Clearly, I’m not.”

“I want you to be with me.”

“What?” You laugh, “You think I’d like to be with someone like you?”

“Your dad certainly thought you would.”

You stand up, “Can I go back to the dungeon now?”

“Just, sign this.” He moves back around his desk, pulling out a fancy pen and a sheet of paper, “It just states that you understand why you’re here, you don’t give out any info, and you’ll just do anything we tell you to.”

“Oh, so you’re asshole brother can control me as well?” You shake your head, “No, no thanks.”

“Look, y/n. We’ve been keeping tabs on you, watching you grow into the little spy that you are, which, honestly, I think you were born to do.” He smirks, “Kinda hot actually.”

You roll your eyes, “So what?”

“I like you, and I think you and I can make something great, even better here.” He raises his hands, “I’m not going to make you sign now, but at some point, I just know you’re going to come crawling up here and your fancy signature will be on that line next to my name.”

You scoff, “Whatever.”

“Nick!” He calls and the doors open instantly, Nick walking in, “Yeah?” He motions to you, “Take her back down, she’s got some thinking to do, and keep Matt away from her.”

You stare at him, a smirk playing with your lips, but you turn before it can fully form.

Nick leads you back downstairs and as he closes the door, you turn around, “Do you think I should sign that contract?”

He shrugs, “That’s up to you. If you don’t, these are the only for walls you’ll see most of the days.” He sighs, “I’m not.. trying to sound like an asshole, I just want keep it straight with you.”

“I’m not getting out of here am I?”

He shakes his head, “Not unless you kill every single one of us, but even then, you’ll have people on your ass from all over, so it’s not worth it to even try.”

“Why are you so nice to me even though you called me annoying like ten minutes ago?”

He laughs, “Someone’s gotta be the good cop, right?”

“I feel like there’s more to that.” You tilt your head, “What?” He shakes his head, “Chris is pushing to get a leading lady, why? I don’t know. But he’s set on having you as his lady.”

“Why me though?”

“Why not you?” He leans against the door, “You’re highly trained and skilled in not only being a spy, but assassinations, too. I mean, I’m not saying that chris would put your life on the line, because between me and you, he’s really got it bad for you.”

You shake your head, “I just can’t throw myself into a relationship. I’m good at what I do, but when it comes to this, I think about putting scissors into the side of his neck before anything else.”

“You tried that. Didn’t work out, too well, now did it?” Nick scrunches up his nose and sighs, “Well, chris said you have some thinking to do, so you might want to get to it.”

“Can I at least get something to eat? I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since last night.” You sit back down and he nods, “I’ll see about getting you comfortable clothes, too.”

“Thanks.” You mumble, letting out a sigh as you lay back onto the cot. Your eyes search the ceiling, then the wall, moving to the window. You huff at the fact that if you got up and tried, you couldn’t get out.

You weren’t getting out.

The longer you laid there, the more you thought, maybe this would be so bad? A set life, protection, anything you could ever want?

“No.” You sit up, shaking your head, “Fuck.”

There’s a knock on the cell door and you stand up, “Thanks Nick, I-“

“Wrong brother.” Chris smirks as he pops the door open, “Figured we could have a little dinner together and talk.”

You sigh as you sit back down, “I don’t really have a choice, so why not.” You reach out, taking the bag of food from his hand. He sits down on the ground in front of you, “You ask, I’ll answer.”

You stay quiet for a second, “I talked to Nick, but I want to hear it from you.” You look up at him and he nods, “Alright.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?” He chuckles, “Just look at yourself, you’re beautiful, skilled as fuck, and just overall incredible.”

“Flattering won’t get you anywhere.” You roll your eyes as you focus on the dinner on your lap. He laughs, “I’m just being honest, you asked, and I answered.”

After a minute of silence, he sighs, “I think you and I could be a kick ass team, y/n. You already have so much power, did you take notice to how many people escort you through the house?”

“I was out once?” You glare at him and he laughs which only angers you more. He holds his hands up, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but seriously. Usually when we hold people here, you know for unpaid debt, rats, people who think they have more power than me, there’s like six guys on one.”

“Is that a jab at me?” You raise a brow and he shakes his head, “No, not at all. I’m trying to give you more power, but yet you’re being so stubborn and won’t fucking take it.”

“Because I have a life outside of this that I actually really didn’t mind living.”

He stares at you and you sigh, your voice low, “But I guess that doesn’t matter now, does it?”

“See, you’re catching on really quick.” He smirks, “Now, I have this gala coming up in a few days, and I would really like if you were my date.”

You almost choke on your food, “What?”

He nods, “Yeah, every year I like to have a party for my men, honor them for being such proactive and honorable men.” He shrugs, “No big deal or anything.”

“And you want me.. to accompany you.. why?” You tilt your head and he shrugs, “Think of it as a trial run for our future.”

“You’re speaking like you already have it planned.”

“That such a bad thing?”

You furrow your brows, “That’s weird.”

He brushes off your words, “What other questions do you have for me?” You straighten up, “Where is Myles?”

“Your in ear personnel?” Chris smirks, “He got out, but in our defense, we were only focused on you that night.” He laughs, “Did you also take notice that you were the only person who wasn’t checked by security? I mean, for being one of the top spies in the world, you sure were stupid that night.”

“How is you sitting there calling me names going to make your luck with me any better?” You tilt your head and he shrugs, “I’m just calling it like I see it, ma.”

“Right.. okay.” You crumple up your bag and toss it at him, “Did Nick ask you about clothes?” He stands up, “Follow me.”

He walks over to the door and opens it, stopping when he notices you’re standing still, “I’m not going to hurt you, y/n. Now come on, please?”

You sigh, walking over to him and he lays his hand on your waist but you brush it off, “I’m not going to run.”

“I didn’t think you were.”

You scoff and follow him up the steps. You make it to another set of stairs and soon you reach a bedroom.

“I figured you’d want out of that dungeon, as you called it, so here.” He motions to the room and you shake your head, “You’re giving me my own room?”

“I want you to be comfortable while you’re here.” Chris smiles, “And before you try, you’re not going to be able to open any of the windows.”

“Why am I not surprised.” You glance at him and he walks over to you, “just think, if you make the right choice, you can have windows that open.”

He winks and walks towards the door, “Get changed, relax. I’m next door if you need anything.”

Next door, you think, how convenient.

“Thanks.” You mumble, letting out a sigh as you turn to walk over towards the closet. Your jaw hits the floor when you see the spacious wall in, filled top to bottom in clothes.

It had you questioning, does chris have another woman? Other women?

“I know what you’re thinking.” Nick’s voice startles you a bit, “Sorry, I thought you heard me knock.”

You shake your head, “No, I didn’t. But what am I thinking?” You turn around, leaning on the wall as Nick walks over, “Lot of clothes just lying around for one new girl right?”

“Something like that.” You glance back into the closet, “Did he just have them lying around, or.. do they belong to another woman, or women?”

“Brand new. He sent out a few guys to get stuff earlier today.” He sighs, “Did you make a choice yet?”

You didn’t know how to answer that, on one hand, you had your life and you wanted to go back to it, but on the other hand, you were torn. You seen where chris was coming from, and he already knew everything about you.

“I don’t know.” You shake your head, “I’m just.. confused by everything? Like this- I never pictured myself in a situation like this.”

“Yeah, it’s not everyday that people picture getting taken hostage by the Sturniolo Mafia.” He lets out a slight laugh, “It’s not funny but-“

“No.” You laugh, “It’s hilarious actually. I know how dangerous you guys are, and I know I should be scared but yet, there is one tiny part in me that knows I’m safe.”

He nods, “Chris made it clear that you’re not an enemy and even though it’s hard for you to see it, neither are we.”

“He asked me to go to a gala with him. One to celebrate you guys, I guess.” You shrug, “I just don’t want to see anyone get hurt.”

“You think your team will find you?” Nick asks and you nod, “They’ve probably been non stop trying since you picked me up.”

“It all comes down to you, y/n. You can fight your way out, which, I can tell you it won’t end well, or you can join us. If it means anything, I think you’d help out greatly.”

You smirk, “I don’t understand what’s so special about me. I’m a professional business invader.”

“And that’s why. You can help us get ahead on so many things. You’re just.. perfect in every aspect.” Nick looks around and you laugh, “does he send you in here because he knows we’re cool like this?”

He laughs, “Yes and no. I come in because I genuinely like you as a person and I think we’d be great friends, but Chris is my brother and I also think you’d be great with him, so hold it against me if you want, but I’m playing for both teams, you know?”

“I like how honest you are, Nick. Thank you.” You smile and he nods, “Think about it. I’m serious. We’d keep you safe, everyone is afraid of us.”

You nod, “Is there a bathroom where I can shower?”

“Grab your stuff, follow me.”

Nick leads you to a bathroom that’s like four masters put together. This place was huge. You walk over, turning on the tub and you plug the drain.

You finally get out of your uncomfortable gown from the mission that failed and step into the hot water. You let out a sigh as you settle in, taking a deep breath as you just close your eyes and picture yourself anywhere other than here.

But what’s weird, is that you picture being with chris.

You snap your eyes open, slowly looking around. You let out a sigh as you settled back in, trying to think of anything other than what chris offered, but it’s haunting you.

Or you’re trying to convince yourself, one or the other.

“Fuck.” You whisper, running your hands over your face, “okay.”

You stared up at the ceiling, your mind running ten miles a minute as you weighed the pros and cons of this contact, deal bullshit.

Outside of here, you were living secret lives, multiple identities, wigs, makeup, catching flights non stop. You love what you do, but it can just get exhausting, especially being the only one who can execute a job perfectly.

But, in here. You’re just, y/n, and it’s almost like it’s a breath of fresh air that you’ve been dying to get.

You didn’t want to go against your team, but maybe if they didn’t treat you the way they did most times, like an animal with a go pro, the choice wouldn’t become as easy as it is.

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After dressing, you opened the door, looking out to see two men standing on either side of the door.

“Y/n.” The one nods and you furrow your brows, “Mr. Security man.” You shake your head and walk down the hall.

“Hey.” Chris says as he comes to a stop at the top of the stairs, “I see Nick showed you where the bathroom is.”

You nod, “Yeah, he did.” You tilt your head, “Can we.. um, talk in your office, or somewhere?” He nods, “Yeah, yeah. Come on.” He walks up to you, leading you towards his office, “Right in here.” He motions and you walk in, “Thanks.”

“You know, for someone who isn’t sure about this, you’ve become very polite.” Chris chuckles as he closes the door and you sigh, “Yeah, I mean.. maybe I’m starting to understand that I’m not an enemy.”

You look at him and he nods, “I can see Nick has been talking to you, as well.”

You nod, “You’re not going to punish him for that, are you?”

Chris scoffs, “Why would I punish one of my best guys for trying to help me?” He furrows his brows, “That would just be cruel.” He sits down on the front of his desk, motioning for you to sit in front of him, “What would you like to talk about?”

“That contract.” You look up at him as you sit down, “I need to know a few things before I literally sign my life away.”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He smiles, walking around to sit at his desk, “What are you list of demands?”

“I’m not just someone you can control.” You start, “I don’t want anyone to tell me what I can and can’t do. If I’m going to be with you-“ you pause as Chris snaps his head up to look up at you, “So you’ve been thinking about it?”

You nod, “I’ve been thinking about it.” You shift in your seat, “Here.. I’m just, y/n.” He nods as you continue, “Out there, I was fifteen different people and I just- what I’m trying to say is that I am my own person, Chris.”

“Of course you are. Our conversation earlier got a little out of hand.” He chuckles, “And if you didn’t almost put scissors in my neck, we would have been able to talk like we are right now.”

“It’s- you brought up my father, and that’s a touchy subject.”

He nods, “My apologies on that one.” He clears his throat, “So, you’re your own person, no fake identities, no missions you yourself do not want to do. What else?”

“If..” you take a deep breath, “If I attend this gala with you, I need to know I’m going to be protected.”

“I think you and I both know that that isn’t even a question.” He raises his brows, “I almost knock Matt on his ass for ripping your arms like he did when we first met. The only reason why I didn’t, was because I had my own image to uphold. I couldn’t take the side of a spy until we got her here and seen what she would try to do.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

Chris leans forward, “As long as you’re with me, y/n. Nothing and nobody will ever hurt you ever again.”

You stare at him, “Is that a promise?”

“For as long as I live.” He nods, “Once your name is next to mine, you’re top dog, just like me.”

You chew on your lip, “I just-“

“I know, you have your doubts, sweetheart. But I promise, I’ll give you everything and anything.” He stands up, walking around to kneel before you. He holds his hand out and you slowly lay your hand into his.

You couldn’t explain what or why it was happening, but you didn’t dislike it.

He gives it a squeeze, “I know, the way we met wasn’t ethical, but I promise, I’ll spend everyday making up for it, making you feel comfortable and safe with me.”

You give him a nod, taking your hand from his and leaning forward to reach around him to grab a pen from the cup.

His face was dangerously close to yours, if you turned, your lips would be on his, and a part of you wanted to turn.

You leaned back slowly, turning to look into his eyes, “Where do I sign?”

He gives you a big smile, and my god was it beautiful.

He gets up, walking around his desk to push the piece of paper across the dark colored surface. He drags his finger from his name in cursive, to the blank line next to it, “Right here, sweetheart.”

You take a breath, leaning forward. The tip of the pen hovers over the blank space a few seconds before pressing onto the paper.

You signed your name.

“So..” you look up at Chris, “Now what?”

“Welcome to the family, y/n.” He smiles, extending his hand out to you. You stand up, taking his hand into yours and he brings it up to his lips.

He presses a few kisses onto your knuckles before looking up at you, “It’s an honor to have you.”

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Over the last few days, Chris has been showing you around the property, telling you where everything is and who everyone was.

At night, you found yourself lying awake, staring out the window as you thought about whether this was a huge mistake or not. But along with getting shown everything, you’ve been finding yourself growing closer to Chris, rather quickly at that.

The more you seen, the more safe you felt with him.

It was three am, the morning of the Gala and you kept tossing and turning.

“If you need anything, I’m right next door.”

Chris’ reminder rang in your ears and it’s like your legs had a mind of their own because they kicked the blankets off of your body and you were up and out of bed, making your way to your door.

You slowly opened it, peaking out before stepping out and closing it behind you. You walked over to Chris’ door, gently knocking a few times.

You stepped back, picking at your nails as you awaited the opening of the big door before you. You gave it a few seconds and right when you were about to knock again, it opened, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Your eyes scanned up Chris’ bare torso as they made their way to his eyes, “I, um. Can’t sleep.”

He extends his arm out, “Come here.” You walk in, leaning into his body as it wraps around you. He pushes the door closed and walks you to the bed, “What’s going on?”

You shrug, sitting on, “I just can’t sleep, I think I’m nervous about tonight, I don’t know.”

“Here.” He points to his bed, “You can sleep in here if you think that’ll help.”

You nod, moving up the bed as he gets back into it. He pulls the blankets up, “Are you worried about your past coming to try and pull you back in?”

You let out a small sigh, “Can I be honest?”

“Please.”

“I’ve never..” you shift around, “I’ve never been on this side of the darkness before.”

“The darkness?” He chuckles quietly, “What do you mean?”

“I-I don’t..” you sigh, “Sorry, that sounded I didn’t-“ you stop talking as his hand slides over your waist, “Come over here before you fall off the edge of the bed.”

You let out a laugh, “Sorry I-“

“Hey.” He slides his hand up to your shoulder, his voice low in your ear, “You don’t ever have to be sorry to me, you got that?”

“Yes, Chris.” You nod, turning your head slightly, “When I meant the darkness, I just, meant-“

“A part of a mafia? You’ve always been on the outside looking in, never the inside looking out.” He finds the words that you can’t and you nod, “Exactly.”

He moves closer to you, tightening his arm around your waist, “I mean everything I tell you. I won’t hide any bullshit from you. If I’m killing a man, chances are you’ll be the first to know.”

You don’t know what to say. Even though you know what this is, it’s like you were this lost puppy that he was caring for and everything was new to you.

“We’re in this together now, y/n.” He whispers, “Even if everything between us isn’t official, I got you. And I know, that when the time comes, you got me.”

The words fly right out of your mouth, “I got you.”

He presses a kiss to your head and takes a deep breath, “Rest, sweetheart. We have a big night tonight.”

And just like that, you were out like a light.

The sunlight peaking through the window causes you to stir around. Chris’ low morning voice is what causes you to wake up, “Good morning.”

Your eyes flutter open and you give him a smile, “Good morning.”

“Did you sleep good?” He asks as he rolls over to face you, “you look rested.”

You nod, “Yeah, actually. That’s the best nights sleep I’ve had in I can’t tell you how long.” He smiles, “Well, if you want. You can call this your room from now on, and your old room can just be your closet.”

You laugh, “Sorry, that’s just.. I’ve never had, that, before.”

“Everything is still new. It’ll get easier by the day.” He sits up, “I have some dresses coming for you tonight, you can pick whatever one you like.”

You sit up, running a hand through your hair, “Thank you.” You smile at him and he gives you a nod, “No problem.”

“Wait.” You reach out, grabbing onto his arm as he goes to get up. He stops, glancing down at your hand before looking up at you, “What is it, baby?”

Your heart skips a beat and starts thumping louder and louder as you lean in. He doesn’t move, he waits for you to press your lips to his before kissing back.

He smirks as you lean away, “What was that for?”

You shrug, “Figured I’d try another new thing.”

He smiles, “Can you do that again?” He raises his brows, “if you want to.” You nod, swallowing before leaning in to press your lips to his.

“You know, you’re pretty nice for a Mafia leader.” You smirk, leaning back to look at him as he shrugs with a smile, “I’m only nice to those I really, really like.”

“I tried to bust you, and yet-“

“Let’s not talk about that, okay?” He reaches out, “We can talk about that later. Right now, I’m going to go make sure everything is set for tonight, you go down. Meet Nick, get some breakfast, and I’ll be on my office if you need me.”

His eyes bounce from your lips to your eyes and you smile, “You don’t have to ask, Chris.” He leans in as soon as your words are done and presses a few kisses to your lips, “I love doing that.”

You smile, “Yeah, it’s nicer than I thought.”

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, okay.” He laughs and gets up, throwing on a sweatshirt, “You know where to find me.”

You nod, “That I do.” You get up after he leaves and you can’t help but look around his room. You found a few guns in hidden places, but to your surprise, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

As you make your way out of Chris’ room, you stop when you see Matt walking down the hall.

You look around and sigh as he walks up to you, “Hey, y/n.”

“Matt.” You look at him and he sighs, “Sorry for being such a dick. You were an enemy at the time and I usually don’t do very well with that label, but now since you’re-“ he motions to Chris’ office, “I owe you an apology.”

You nod, “Well, thank you. Oh.” You point, “Just so you know, I was out of those cuffs as soon as you put me in the car.”

He smirks, “Yeah, Chris told me but I don’t like to listen.”

You raise your brows, “Definitely noted.” You laugh as you walk away, meeting Nick downstairs and you talk to him over breakfast. You mainly fill him on how your night was, and how even though you already knew a lot prior to this, you feel closer to Chris, and he raises his brows.

You stop, “What’s that look for?”

He smirks, shaking his head, “Nothing, it’s just.. I’ve known Chris all my life, we were brought up in this business, and I’ve never seen him act this way over anyone before.”

“What way do you mean?”

“Okay, so. There was one other girl before you, and let’s just say, he smiles more around you in a day than he did with her in the few months she was here.”

“What-“

He shakes his head and you raise your brows, “Got it.”

“For whatever reason, Chris was drawn to you the second we got you on our radar. That’s not something to take lightly. Even though he might not look it. He’s a very serious person and-“

Yelling from upstairs catches both or your attentions.

It makes your heart race.

You stand up, “should we-“ Nick grabs your arm, “No, just let it blow over. Someone must have got something wrong about tonight, I’ll go. You stay here.”

You watch as Nick leaves the dining room and you can’t help but to walk over to the door, trying to see if you can hear anything.

“They should have been here a fucking hour ago!” Chris yells, “What’s so fucking hard about making something this goddamn simple, work?!”

You raise your brows, Chris getting mad was oddly intriguing.

“They’re dresses for tonight. For her. I said I wanted everything to be perfect, so that’s what it should be, correct?!”

Chris getting defensive over something for you, wasn’t oddly intriguing.

It was hot. No one has ever gotten like that over you before. Maybe you did make the right choice?

You see him walk over to the steps, stopping when he sees you standing in the entryway, “Fuck, baby. I’m sorry.” You shake your head, a smirk resting on your lips. He tilts his head, giving you a smirk back before turning around and walking away.

After some time, Nick and Chris walk down and Chris walks over to you, “Come with me.” He takes your hand and leads you into a large living area, “Here are your picks for tonight.”

Your jaw drops at the gorgeous gowns in front of you, “Oh.. my god.” You look at Chris, “These.. these are beautiful.”

“Completely opposite of the one you were wearing the other night.” Chris lays a hand on your back, “Take all the time you need, try them on, figure out which one you like best.”

“I just hope they’re comfier than the one I was wearing the other night.” You laugh slightly as you walk up to the gowns.

“You still looked breathtaking though, even in a cheap gown like that one.” Chris chuckles as you smile at him, “Hey, I thought that gown was pretty at the time.”

“Then it was pretty at the time.” He smiles, “I have a meeting to run here in a little, if you want we can meet after and I can fill you in?”

You nod, “Yeah, sounds good.” You point to the dresses, “I think I’m going to take these up and try them on.”

“I’ll get someone to do it for you.” Chris goes to turn but you stop him, “I can get them. Don’t bug anyone.”

“You’re sure?” He raises his brows and you nod, “Yes, I’m capable.”

“Okay.” He walks up, pecking hour cheek, “See you in a bit.” You smile as he walks away and you grab the dresses, making your way up to your room now closet.

You spend time trying each dress on, taking a good look at each one before changing back into your clothes.

There’s a knock on the door and you turn, “Come in.”

Chris walks in and closes the door, “Pick a dress?” You nod, “I do believe I did.” You look from him to the dresses and back to him as he walks up, “Well, don’t tell me. I want to be surprised.”

He cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss, “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” You nod, “I’m good.”

“That meeting was about who’s coming tonight, well, we already know who’s coming, but it was for the special guests.”

You tilt your head, “Are you talking about people from my-“

“Yes” he cuts you off, “So tonight, I’m going to need you to identify them for me. Can you do that?” His thumb gently move over your cheeks and you nod, “I can do that.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Do you need anything, have any questions?”

“Who’s going to be with me tonight?”

He chuckles, “Me, of course. I’m not leaving your side.”

You nod, “Okay.” Your hands slide down his sides and he pulls you into his body, wrapping his arms around you, “I got you, baby.”

You were nervous. Tonight was the night that really sealed the deal.

“I’m a little nervous.” You admit, “Mainly because I don’t want to see anyone, especially you, get hurt.” He smiles, “I can handle myself.”

“I know, but I just-“

“Hey. Everything is going to be okay.” He assures, “I promise, and if it’s not. You’re the first person I’m getting out of there.”

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It took you longer than you thought to get ready.

There were so many choices of earrings, bracelets, necklaces and shoes to choose from. One thing went with one but not the rest, you were stressing because you wanted to look your absolute best and not like you were a nervous wreck.

You were scared of how you’d react if you need someone you once knew get hurt, or even worse, how you’d react if Chris, or anyone from his family got hurt.

There was a knock on the door and Nick peaks his head in, “Cars are leaving in five.” He raises his brows as you stand up, “Wow, look at you.”

You smile slightly, “Is it too much?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all.” He smirks, “That’s the dress Chris was hoping you’d pick. Looks like you two have the same tastes in fashion.”

You look down, running your hands over the satin fabric, “Yeah, I guess we do.”

“Isn’t it crazy how much you guys know about each other but yet, everything still feels brand new?”

You look up at him, “I was thinking that earlier.” You laugh, “As crazy as it seems, I feel like this is what I was meant to do.”

“Crazy how shit works out, huh?” He motions, “Alright, come on. I’ll go tell him you’re coming down.” He leaves and you make sure you have everything before walking out and heading towards the steps.

You take a deep breath as you reach them, the small train of your black backless dress trailing behind you as you slowly walk down.

Chris’ eyes were on you the second he could see you, and they haven’t left.

He walks to meet you at the bottom, holding out his hand, “Look at you. You look absolutely beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” You smile, “You look good in a suit.”

He shrugs with a laugh, “I tried.”

“Ready?” Matt walks in and Nick nods, looking at you, “Ready?” You take a deep breath and nod, “Let’s go celebrate.”

Chris leads you out to the middle car, opening your door for you and allowing you to get in before walking around to get in himself.

He takes your hand in his and shakes his head, “I was hoping you’d pick that dress.”

You smile, “That’s what Nick said. I guess we have the same sense of fashion, huh?” You laugh as he nods, “I can’t get over how beautiful you look, fuck.”

You can feel your cheeks darkening, “Thank you, baby.”

He smirks, “Baby, huh?”

You roll your eyes with a smile, “Don’t push it.”

“You got it.” He gives your hand a squeeze and he rests his head back, “I just have to ask one more time, you’re sure about tonight? I can take you home and-“

You cut him off, “Over the last few days, you have shown me so much more love than I’ve ever received in my lifetime.” You reach up to cup his cheek, “I feel like I’m where I belong, Chris.”

He smiles, nodding his head, “I’m happy to hear that.”

You rest your head back against the headrest, “You might have to kill them tonight.”

“I’m fine with that.” Chris nods, “Do you think they’ll try anything?”

“They’d be stupid to, especially in a place that’s filled with mafia members.” You look over at him, “They’ll probably try and get me alone, ask me what I’m doing.”

“You’re not going anywhere without me.” Chris squeezes your hand, “absolutely no where.”

You squeeze his hand back, “I didn’t say I was.”

“No, baby. I know.” He sighs, “Sorry I-“

“We’re here, boss.”

“Okay. Just, give us a minute.” Chris looks from the driver to you, “I feel like I’ve waited forever for the perfect person and now that I have you I just-“

You shut him up with a kiss, “We’re going to be fine.”

He nods, “Whatever you say.” He smiles and reaches up to pinch your chin gently, “Move over here when I get out.” You nod, sliding across the seat and stepping out.

All eyes were on you.

“Just follow me, sweetheart.” He links his arm with yours and guides you inside. Your eyes scan the beautifully decorated venue, “You did good.” He smiles down at you, “Thank you, I’m glad you think so.”

He leads you up to the steps and over to the center to look out over the guests flowing in.

You were on high alert, your eyes scanning over each face in the crowd twice just to make sure. You give Chris’ hand a squeeze, your eyes staying on the man walking through the crowd, “There’s one. Moving towards Matt.”

Chris looks at the guy beside you and he speaks to Matt through his earpiece, “One moving towards you, Matt. Roughly five six. Dark hair. Sunglasses on top of his head.”

“That’s Drenco.” You look back at the guard and he nods, “Says his name is Drenco.”

You watch as Matt moves towards him, but your attention is taken away from him and moved to another familiar face, “Chris.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Another. Twelve o’clock. Just walked in the doors. Henries.” You look over at him and the guard next to Chris radio’s it in to the one by the door, “Guy that just walked in, six one. Blonde hair. Name is Henries.”

“Two down. Two to go.” Chris mumbles as he glances over at you, “You doing okay?” You look at him, “I think I need a drink.”

He nods, “Come with me.” He stands up, not letting go of your hand as you rise from your seat. You walk down the hall and stop when Myles pops out from the side door, grabbing Chris from behind, “The fuck are you doing, y/n?”

Chris goes to reach for his gun, but Myles pressed the barrel of the gun go his temple, “Don’t even think about it.” The men who were with you walk up beside you and Chris, guns drawn.

“I’m going to need you to let him go. Now.”

You stay silent and he asks again, “You’re really going to do this? Fuck over the people who trained you? Protected you?”

He walks back through the door, dragging Chris with him. You were instantly pissed the second he grabbed him, “Let him go, Myles.”

“We have been searching and searching for you, y/n, and here you are, getting into bed with the most dangerous person in this city.” He motions to Chris with the gun and Chris scoffs, “Hey. We haven’t gotten that far yet, alright? And it’s pretty disrespectful that you’d come up into my party waving around a gun, like come on.”

“You need to leave.” You speak up, “If you don’t leave on your own, you’ll leave on theirs.”

“Nah, baby. These are your terms now.” Chris glances at you and you nod, glancing at the guy beside you, “Let him go.”

Myles laughs and shakes his head, “Oh this is just perfect.”

You step closer, “I said, let him go.”

Myles points the gun at you, but Chris quickly knocks it upward, turning to land a punch to his face. Myles is quick, he kicks Chris back and you move up, attempting to fight back, but Myles is still stronger than you.

He pushes you behind him and that’s when the two men step in, attempting to disarm him, but Myles ends up knocking out the one, and disarming the other. He goes to grab you but Chris steps forward, “Don’t you fucking touch her.”

Myles reaches back, quickly pulling out a backup gun and aiming it at Chris, “She doesn’t belong to you assholes, now get the fuck down.” He points the gun to the floor and Chris looks at you.

You nod, moving your eyes to a gun that’s right in front of you.

He nods once and starts to get down on his knees, hands on his head. Myles takes a step closer to Chris, “You and your pathetic family are all going to burn in hell.” He cocks his arm back, connecting his fist with Chris cheek.

Chris groans and you feel a fire burn inside of you, one you haven’t ever felt before.

You immediately went into action.

You dropped down, swiping the legs of Myles out from under him while grabbing the gun as you stood up. You didn’t hesitate with aiming the gun at Myles and pulling the trigger before he could even think about searching for his that was no longer in his hand.

You drop the gun, looking at Chris and he stands up, lunging towards you. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as he backs you up towards the wall, “Are you okay? are you okay?” He leans back, running his hands over your cheeks, “You’re good?”

“Yes. I’m good. I’m good.” You nod, “I told you I got you.”

He smiles, planting his lips on yours, “I know, baby.” He kisses you a few more times before moving to the man that was knocked out, “Kev. Kev. You with me buddy?”

He nods, groaning as he sits up, “Fucker was quick.”

“Not quick enough.” The other man chuckles, “Nice work, y/n.” He nods at you and you smile, “Thanks. Are you okay?”

He nods, “Yeah, thank you.”

Chris stands up and wraps his arm around your waist, “You guys got this?” You watch as they nod and Matt comes in through the door, “We got two down stairs.” He leans around, “Whoa. Who did that?”

“Y/n.” Chris says with a proud smirk.

Matt raises his brows, nodding in approval, “Remind me to never piss you off again.”

You laugh slightly, “Got it. Um, there should be one more. You said there was four, right?” You look at Chris and he nods, “Yeah, but let’s go get you that drink now, I think you’ve earned it.”

You smile and follow him and Matt out. As you’re gazing over the crowd as you walk towards the steps, you come to a stop, your heart sinking into your stomach.

“What? What is it, baby?” Chris moves to stand next to you and you shake your head in disbelief, “That-“ you look at Chris, “My father is here.”

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This is my first Mafia fic, so please don’t judge me too hard. Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! Catch you in the next one!