#mafiaboss!chris

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1:

𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘, 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖌𝖚𝖓𝖘

Mafiaboss!Chris x Ballerina!Fiona

Intro (look at this before starting series’s please!)

CW: Mentions of kidnapping, guns, violence, cursing (I think), lmk if there’s more!

Chris huffed aggressively, “I need to find a girl by tonight to help me with the hit and you're telling me right now you didn’t get me anyone?!”

There was an awkward and tense silence in between Chris’s sharp words. No one dared to say a word to him while he was angry.

One of Chris’s men bravely spoke up, “Sorry sir, everyone denied the deal even after being offered money.” Chris scrunched his face at the unfortunate news filling his ears.

“Well what am I supposed to do now?” He looked around the interior of the black car they were driving in.

Matt sitting right beside Chris spoke up almost as a joke “you could just kidnap a girl,” he mumbled. “I can’t just kidnap…” Chris paused and thought for a minute. He suddenly grew a mischievous grin on his face.

“Wait no I was joking,” Chris chuckled. “Too late bud my mind is already made…I’m gonna drop you off at the next block, gotta go get a girl.”

“Chris come on, you can’t be serious,”

“Oh I’m completely serious…this hit is important and if I don’t have a girl to use as a distraction then it all falls apart. So now I have no choice but to take a darker route of finding a girl.”

Matt was in pure shock his brother would ever do such a thing. He knew his brother was pretty cruel when it came to doing his job. But he didn’t know he was cruel enough to be willing to kidnap a stranger just for a hit. “Chris-“

“out now..I dont wanna have to ask you again.” Chris said sternly.

Matt quickly followed Chris’s ordered, still in disbelief Chris was actually doing this.

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The ballet studios air was cold and soothing as Fiona carefully packed up her things getting ready to leave rehearsal. She slipped off her pointe shoes and placed them in her pastel pink duffel bag and zipped it up.

She put back on her ballet flats and said her goodbyes to everyone. She pushed the studio doors open and felt the fresh breeze pass by her as her hair twirled and her pink skirt danced in the wind. She took a deep breath and began to walk down the street.

Usually during this time the roads were busy, loud horns beeping, wheels squeaking, people yelling at each other through their windows.

But today seemed quiet, oddly quiet. Fiona didn’t think too much of it though, why would she?

Her delicates steps were the only thing making a sound. She didn’t mind it though since she’s been met with silence from a very young age.

Suddenly she heard a car driving by her, a black car, windows tinted, polished with no scratches, bumps or bruises. Fiona’s heart jumped for a moment but played it off as being too aware of her surroundings.

She kept her pace in the sidewalk, easily forgetting about the car. Until she spots it again coming the other way. She stops for a moment, confused. She gave the benefit of the doubt that maybe the driver was just a little bit out of it and that’s why he was driving on the wrong side of the road.

But when the big car stopped right next to her it became clear what was happening. Her instincts immediately kicked in and she started running as fast as she could.

She could hear fast footsteps right behind her, creepily catching up to her. Suddenly she felt strong arms grab her from behind. Her efforts to scream at the top of her lungs were shut down when this mysterious man covered her mouth with his hand.

She kicked, bit, and clawed at him trying to escape his cruelly harsh grasp. She muttered words but they came out distorted because of his hand. She was then abruptly thrown into the creepy black car she had an eerie gut feeling about earlier.

The muscular man then climbed in and shut the door. Fiona’s big doe eyes looked around, a bunch of big men surrounded her, weapons glued to their side. But there was one big man in particular that stuck out to her.

He had a nice suit on and looked way more polished and poised than the rest. Fiona could tell he intimated and slightly scared most of the men in the car. She couldn’t blame them though she found him pretty frightening too. Then the scary man finally spoke up, “what’s your name?”

Fiona stayed quiet, she usually didn’t talk much in general so in this situation her lips were sealed from fear. The man scoffed “I’ll ask you nicely one more time…what’s your name?”

Fiona took a deep breath a singular tear falling down her face. “Fiona…my name is Fiona,” she whispered.

The man leaned back, nodding with approval “Well Fiona I’m gonna make this very clear to you right now. Tonight you’re going to be my distraction for a hit I have planned downtown. What you’re going to see and hear tonight is serious and dangerous information. So listen to what I say, do what I say, and never ask questions beyond what I tell you.…or else.”

Fiona furrowed her brows, she didn’t understand what he meant by “hit” and though his terrifying words were suppose to scare her for some reason Fiona was more so intrigued than frightened. “Or else what?” Her delicate voice spoke up a little bit louder than before.

“Or else….ill kill you myself,” he firmly said as he cleaned the gun in his hand.

“So if I asked you what your name is you’d shot me right this moment?” Fiona innocently asked,

Chris looked confused for a second, usually when he’d speak to people like that they’d just nod and obey maybe even sometimes cry from fear. But this girl was different, she tested Chris, she spoke so softly yet so confidently and brave not even one of his men dared to speak to him like that. It oddly intrigued him more than he’d want to admit, but not in a butterflies and love at first sight manner more in a manipulative, controlling way.

“I suppose giving you my name wouldn’t be the worst thing…but any questions beyond that are off limits.” Chris sternly said,

“Alright then what’s your name?”

“Mr. Sturniolo,”

Fiona gave a little smile to his response which made Chris even more curious about this girl he pick up off the street. “No no I didn’t want your scary professional name…I wanted your real name.”

Chris scrunched his eyebrows “that is my real name,” “no it’s not…I would like to know your real authentic name if I’m going to help you with this “hit” of yours.”

Chris rolled his eyes, and raised his voice to a more harsh tone “it’s Chris but you are not allowed to call me that unless I tell you too. Only sir and Mr Sturniolo from now on.”

Fiona pouted, “alright…” her sorrow slightly growing after his cruel tone cut through her sensitive heart.

Fiona’s brain was still a little bit scattered one moment she’s walking home from ballet rehearsal and the next she’s kidnapped by a scary man in a suit. Or atleast that’s how she’d imagine people describe him. To her he seemed misunderstood, his cruel demeanor fascinated her and his ruthless words kinda made her heart skip a beat.

And though Chris’s callous behavior towards others made him known to be the most powerful and cruelest man in the city. His curiosity is slowly creeping up on him in a more controlling way than a normal person could comprehend.

Maybe keeping this girl for a little while wouldn’t be so bad…

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 4:

𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖍

Mafiaboss!Chris x Ballerina!Fiona

Intro and previous chapter here!

CW: Lots of cursing, mention of guns, violence and blood ( I think that’s it lmk if there’s anything I missed)

The car ride was no more than 5 to 10 minutes. Yet in Fiona’s eyes it felt like hours and hour of tension between Chris and her. Neither of them dared to say another word to each other.

Chris had been watching the wheels turn in Fiona’s head for ages now. Her mind fighting with itself on if she should say the things she wants to say to him.

And even though he didn’t know what she was thinking exactly he could definitely tell something was eating her alive on the inside. With the way she would profusely biting her lip and dig her nails into her arms.

Then finally her mind made a courageous Decision. “When this is all over…do I really have to go back home?” Fiona innocently asked,

Chris stared at her, his eyes burning into hers. He looked down into his lap and muttered a simple answer “Yes.”

“But…but what if I said I care about you…and wanna spend more time with you?”

Chris humorously chuckled, “Then I’d say you’re crazy for caring about a man like me.”

Abruptly the car comes to a stop, “we’re here,” Chris says “you know what to do?”

“Go inside with you, find Russo, starting fake flirting with him to distract him. Then once you give me the signal the hit is done I smoothly leave the conversation and get the fuck out of there.” Fiona confidently says as if she practiced saying that a million times in the mirror.

“What do you do if something goes wrong?” Chris calmly asks,

Fiona thinks for a moment, “I find the closest I closed room and hide in it till you come and get me.”

“Good girl.”

Fiona smiles proudly as Chris accidentally admires her. Then he swiftly snaps out of it and clears his throat. “Alright let’s head in then, all my men are already in there places.”

Chris opened the door to the car and stepped out, briefly smoothing out his suit before turning back and holding out his hand for Fiona to take.

Fiona gently took his hand and got out of the car. They walked together up the long flight of stairs to the front door of Russo's mansion. Once they got to the door Chris opened it and whispered into Fiona’s ear “you know what to do,”

Fiona immediately began to strut into the humungous house. Her heels clicked loudly on the marble floor, she carried herself confidently trying her best to put on a show. Not because she wanted to or because it was natural to her.

She did it to impress Chris and by the looks of it she did because the second she looked back at Chris all she could see was dead eyes staring at her and a small grin form on his face.

Once her internal goal was achieved she then moved on to her actual mission. Chris briefly told Fiona a description of Russo. Tall, brown hair, hazel eyes, always the center of attention.

Fiona was slightly worried it would be difficult to find this man with the little description she got but once she entered the ballroom where the party was happening. It became clear who Russo was.

Russo stood at the bar, woman circling him, men “talking business” with him. He seemed overly confident, very egotistical, and sickeningly charming. Fiona groaned to herself, then once again starting strutting straight to where Russo was.

She had to get past the thick barricade of woman. Which went better than she thought, once they were done scoffing, mumbling derogatory words, and rolling their eyes they had finally let her through.

Now she was right in front of Russo, face to face with him. Russo didn’t notice her til she gently tapped on his shoulder. He turned his head slowly towards her, looking her up and down a couple times. “How can I help you sweetheart?”

She so badly wanted to roll her eyes at him, she only liked being called that by Chris. But instead she put on a fake seductive smile, “Well I wasn’t gonna come over here at first but once I saw how handsome you were I just couldn’t help but introduce myself…my name is…” Fiona thought for a minute trying to quickly make up a name. “Charlotte woods,”

A smirk tugged on Russo’s face, “well charlotte what is a little thing like you doing at a mafia boss’s party…”

Fiona fake giggled, “well what can I say I like danger,” which she wasn’t lying about, she did like danger just not from this man.

“Well sweetheart you came to the right place then.” Russo took the back of her hand and kissed it.

But suddenly everyone was startled as gun shots started going off in the room. Men in bulletproof vests were shooting back and forth at each other. All the woman and men originally circled around Russo suddenly disappeared, Fiona didn’t catch where they went. Russo mumbled some curse under his breath and pulled out his gun joining in on the gunfight.

With Chris’s words repeating in Fiona’s head she looked for the nearest door and instantly found a closet door right by where she was standing. She immediately ducked to the ground and ran towards the closet and closing the door.

Her breathing felt very uneven at the moment. She knew there was a possibility something like this would happen but she didn’t actually think it would.

Her thoughts were scattered, fear overwhelming her nervous system as she heard gunshot after gunshot go off. She sat against the door, tears prickling down her face.

She couldn’t hear anything besides the gunshots until she heard a very familiar voice yell “FUCKING HELL,” she couldn’t tell if he was in pain, angry, or both. But the second she heard him yell like that her adrenaline kicked in and she instantly was out the door.

She knew what she was doing was disobeying Chris. But if he was seriously injured how would he come and get her anyway.

She ran out of the closet searching for Chris. She ducked behind the bar she was once at, still scanning the room for him. She saw many men on the floor gushing blood, she witnessed other men being killed. Then she finally saw him blood dripping down his arm, he tried his best to keep his composure and keep fighting but Fiona could tell he was struggling.

Chris was fighting off this one man that he didn’t even see Russo pointing his gun straight at Chris’s head. Then suddenly out of impulse Fiona stood up and yelled out Chris’s name to get his attention.

Chris whipped his head towards her, frustration and worry running across his face at the same exact time. Then before Fiona could even react a gunshot went off. The same bullet that Russo was trying to put in Chris’s head went right into Fiona’s stomach.

She gasped, pain overpowering her body. She slowly sunk to the ground as blood poured out of her stomach and onto her dress. She lifted up her hand that was resting on her stomach to see it drenched in her own blood. She felt paralyzed all she could do was stare at the beautiful ceiling above her.

Then unexpectedly she heard frantic footsteps coming closer to her. She saw the recognizable brown hair and blue eyes and knew exactly who came to her rescue. Chris expeditiously kneeled next to Fiona and pulled her into his grasp.

“Shit what the fuck were you thinking? I told you to hide in the closet and instead you disobey me! Are you fucking kinding me!” Chris barked at Fiona as he held her in his arms, her blood mixed with his blood drenching his suit.

“I’m sorry,” Fiona said weakly, with tears in her eyes.

“Why couldn’t you just stop being a dumb bitch for one minute and use your common sense.” Chris yelled, his words making Fiona ache more than the wound on her stomach.

“Fuck.” Chris mumbled as he took out his phone with his bloody hands.

He dialed a number and immediately put it up to his ear. “I need an escape route right now, the girl was shot by Russo, she’s is bleeding out quickly.”

Fiona faintly heard the other guy on the line, “Why don’t you just leave her to bleed out?”

Chris huffed not wanting to admit what he was about to say. “Because I care about her! Now find me an escape route!”

Chris stayed on the phone for a little bit longer as he held Fiona tightly in his arm. Chris was still talking to the person on the phone but for Fiona everything was starting to go muffled.

At that moment Fiona gently whispered, with tears in her eyes. “I don’t wanna die yet…I’m not ready.”

Chris looked down at her putting his phone back in his pocket. “I know, I know I’m gonna get you out of here okay…and I’m gonna get you help.” Fiona slightly nodded,

Then suddenly Chris hoisted Fiona up into his arms and started carrying her out of the mansion bridal style. He ducked down when making his exit out of the ballroom. Then They went from hallway to hallway, Chris picking up his speed a little bit faster as each hallway dragged on.

Fiona’s vision started going in and out, and at this point her hearing was totally shot. She still was conscious to some capacity, but definitely was not able to get a full sentence out nor understand anything Chris was saying to her.

The walls and ceiling all blended together as Chris ran through the mansion. Until suddenly a beam of light shined in her eye….and no not the one that takes you to the great beyond.

It was Chris shining a tiny flash light in her eyes as she laid on his lap. She then realized quickly that she was no longer being carried through the mansion and instead was safely in the car Chris and her came here in.

Fiona tried her best to focus on Chris’s muffled voice that was trying to talk to her. “We’re going to the hospital….your gonna be okay.” Was all she could make out,

Then the very last thing she heard from Chris before being fully knocked out by the loss of blood was…

“Don’t worry sweetheart…I’ll take care of you.”

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3:

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

Mafiaboss!Chris x Ballerina!Fiona

Intro and previous chapters!

CW: manipulation, power imbalance, I think that’s it

“Wow this place is huge,” Fiona mumbled as she stepped into the big mansion she assumed was Chris’s since all the staff were catering to him. “I’m a rich mafia boss of course my home is huge.” Chris said walking past Fiona, “it’s beautiful,” Chris smirked “I know sweetheart”

Then Chris approached one of his maids “Go take her to the guest room and get her into the dress I picked out…NOW” The quiet maid rushed over to Fiona and yanked her by the wrist down some long hallway. She was almost running at this point with how fast the maid was pulling her.

“Could you maybe slow down…I don’t know if I can keep up with your pace.” Fiona said but the maid just ignored her,

The ceilings were tall, hallways were long, it Fiona felt like she was in a maze with how many twists and turns there were. The walls were painted black making the whole house feel spooky. At one point Fiona saw a room with the door cracked open, men were squeezed into the room seemingly having a meeting.

Before she could look further the maid pulled her into another room. “You know you don’t have to pull me so hard.” Fiona said, tipped off by the way the maid had been pulling her. “Sorry ma’am-”Fiona cut her off “Please call me Fiona,” the maid paused and stared at Fiona for a moment. “I-I don’t know if that’s the best idea Mr. Sturniolo usually doesn’t allow tha-”

“Well I’m not him so please just call me Fiona,” The maid looked down at her shoes then back up “alright then, Fiona”

Fiona grinned “thank you…now where is this ‘dress’ he was talking about.” Fiona soft spoken ly said looking around.

“Right over here,” she said pointing to the bed. Fiona looked over and was star studded by the most beautiful dress that was lying in front of her. It was white with a structured corset and flower designs throughout the dress.

“Oh wow this is beautiful…” Fiona whispered, gently dragging her hand down the dress. “Here let me help you into it,” the maid said picking up the dress. “Oh thanks! Your the best,” Fiona cheerfully said,

A moment of silence fell between the two as Fiona discarded her clothes and slowly stepped into the dress. Then softly the maid spoke again in a low tone so only Fiona could hear.

“Listen to me Fiona…be careful with Mr. Sturniolo, he’s a very dangerous man.”

Fiona jokingly responded, “So I’ve heard.” The maid shook her head in disapproval, “No no, I’m not talking about the things everyone already knows. I’m talking about what goes on behind all the violence and illegal actions. Mr. Sturniolo is a mastermind, he doesn’t ever do anything without intention. For most he’s his day to day self, cold and callous because the best way to stay in power is to make everyone intimidated by you. But for you he’s not acting that way…” the maid gave knowing eyes to Fiona “he’s showing you a more softer spot of him no one ever sees, sure he’s still pretty degrading but once in awhile he calls you a pet name or engages in conversations with you just to keep you wanting more til your fully brainwashed by his wicked ways.” 

Fiona grinds her teeth together, “I’m just helping him with a hit that’s all.”

“Well I may not know what exactly his intentions are with you but I am warning you now that man is way more smarter than you think. He gets his way no matter what, and I can tell just by the interaction you two had earlier he has something planned for you up his sleeve.”

Fiona was about to bite back, defending the situation once again until the conversation was abruptly stopped. “Am I interrupting anything?” Chris said as he let himself in.

“No not at all sir,” the maid said looking down at the floor. “Good.” Chris starred at the maid for a minute, “you may leave now,” the maid scurried her way out. “Wait i still need help with my corset though…” Fiona realized,

“I’ll help you,” Chris emotionlessly said, Fiona turned around to face him, her eyes basically popping out of her skull. “I suppose you could,” she turned back around.

Chris then grabbed the two strings connected to the corset. “So what were you two talking about?” Chris asked,

“She was just telling me about how you were dangerous and what not…but I’ve already heard that before.”

Chris hummed, “it doesn’t freak you out? Most woman get terrified when hearing about the things I’ve done yet even after kidnapping you, threatening you, and degrading you. Your still soft spoken and sweet to me”

“Well when I meet new people the first thing I do is look for the good parts of them, and if they don’t have any I usually just make it up.”

Chris chuckled, “I’m gonna guess you made some up for me.” He said as he was tying a bow in the corset.

“No there’s one thing I really like about you…”

Chris stopped for a moment, “and what would that be?”

“You don’t treat me like a useless piece of shit…my mom never paid much attention to me but when she did it would be to tell me I was a waste of her time. Then there’s everyone at my dance studio who never took my dancing seriously even after getting the lead in swan lake.”

“The lead you say?”

“Yeah the lead, but still I was always just a lousy, replaceable ballerina to them. But you, you take me seriously even if sometimes you poke fun at me, you still look at me like I’m someone worth keeping around.”

Chris starred into her eyes, the tension building the longer they stood there. So naturally Chris moved, “we better get going,” Chris started walking out the door,

“I also like when you call me sweetheart.” Fiona said before he fully left, only receiving a scoff in return.

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Fiona and Chris were back in the car just them, this time his men were in the car behind them.

Chris cleared his throat, “Tell me more about this lead thing you have.” Fiona’s eyes widened, she didn’t expect Chris to ask her a personal question like that. “Uhh…I’m the white swan, a gentle, vulnerable, and pure swan…that’s the description for the role.”

“Ah I see…Anyone going to see you? Like family or something?”

“No, I don’t really have any family anymore….” A thought popped into Fiona’s mind, “Would you come see me when I perform?” Chris chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat “I just met you sweetheart..”

“Oh ok..” Fiona looked down, disappointed at his answer. “You know after this hit you’re helping me with I’m gonna drop you off right where I found yeah and probably never see you again…right?”

Fiona sighed still looking down in her lap, “yeah…I know,” Chris starred at her, his heart string secretly being pulled. Chris scoffed “I don’t go to public things like that unless I had some sort of hustle going on anyway..”

Fiona still didn’t pick her head back up after that. Chris sighed and rolled his eyes, he grabbed her chin and manually lift her head up to look at him. “You like me…don’t you?”

Fiona slowly nodded with her big doe eyes, Chris only hummed in response letting go of her chin. The conversation ended right then and there. The rest of the car ride was silent, Fiona looked out the window as Chris got lost in his thoughts.

All he could think was how could one like him when all he has down was put her down again and again and again, have a few civil conversations with her, and call her sweetheart a two or three times.

Most would be scared to even talk to him after all the interactions they’ve had together. Yet she keeps crawling back for more.

Maybe she has a bad memory and keeps forgetting the times he’s yelled at her and degraded her. Maybe she’s just pretending you likes him to get out off this situation faster.

Or maybe she likes the attention Chris is giving her even if it’s to scold her or to laugh at her silly ways of flirting. Maybe she likes being torn down because at the end of the day attention is attention and Fiona wants it anyway she can get it.

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 5:

𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘

Mafiaboss!Chris x Ballerina!Fiona

Intro and previous chapters here!

CW: mentions of injuries, trauma, degradation, swearing that’s it I think

The first thing Fiona heard when her mind became conscious again was a constant, nauseating beeping noise. Fiona groaned, slowly peeling her eyes open to a room that looked oddly familiar.

The first thing she saw was a tiny chandelier above her head with thousands of diamonds connected to it.

She looked to her left next, a whole bunch of medical equipment filled the space. Monitors, IV bags, blood bags all connected to her.

She stared at the IV line that attached the back of her hand and forearm to each little bag hanging from the IV pole.

She then wiggled her finger that had a heart rate monitor on it. Following the wire with her eyes to see where this one leads to. As expected it just led to another boring machine, this one keeping track of her vitals.

Fiona groaned again but not from the annoying beeping sound. From the pain that spread throughout my stomach. Suddenly her broken memories came back to her.

The mansion, Russo, gunshots, Chris, blood, fear and finally the last words said to her.

“Don’t worry sweetheart…I’ll take care of you.”

I’ll take care of you, a delicate phrase Fiona had always yearned to hear. She didn’t quite think it would be right before she passed out from blood loss. But she didn’t care too much what the circumstances were, all she cared about was the fact that Chris said it.

Fiona’s hand rested on her stomach, trying not to add any pressure since she knew that would make it worse. She tried to push herself up with her other arm, but the excruciating pain pulled her back down abruptly.

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea sweetheart.”

Fiona whipped her head towards the door, Chris was leaning on the door frame tall and confident as always.

“W-what happened?” Fiona weakly said, “does that tiny brain of yours not remember?” Chris condescendingly said. “Well I remember being shot, losing a lot of blood and you coming to help me. But after that my mind is blank,”

Chris hummed, walking closer to the bed Fiona was laying in. “Well after you passed out we rushed you to the hospital where you faced one surgery after another. They told me you had extreme internal bleeding and that the bullet slightly perforated your small intestines….” Chris took a deep breath “they said you were lucky to make it through the night.”

Fiona’s throat tightened, hearing all this made her nausea, yet she kept listening. “They wanted to keep you at the hospital for a couple weeks, maybe even a couple months til you healed…but I didn’t like the sound of that so I pulled some strings and now you're here under my care.” Chris grinned as he sat on the edge of your bed.

Fiona took a shallow breath, “how long have I been asleep?” Chris looked at his watch, “about 57 hours and 48 minutes” he said so casually.

A confused expression formed on Fiona’s face “how long is that?” Chris cruelly chuckled and patted Fiona’s head “don’t over work that little brain of yours too much. In simpler terms 57 hours and 48 minutes is 2 days and a half.”

“Oh okay…” Fiona simply said,

Chris gazed into Fiona’s eyes intensely, he’s looked into her eyes many times but never this close. He analyzed every bit of it, for a moment his eye sight shifted down to her lips.

But quickly after that he snapped out of his trance and turned his cold and distant personality back on. “I’ve got to go now…one of my maids will be in to give you some medicine. Just get some rest for now sweetheart.” Chris stood up from the bed and looked back at Fiona waiting for her response.

Fiona nodded, and a moment later Chris was already out the door. She huffed to herself wondering what in the world she’d do for the rest of the day.

Time unfortunately for Fiona went incredibly slow without anyone to spend it with. She’d usually find herself staring at the decor in the room she laid in wondering if Chris had picked it out himself or if he had someone else do it.

Sometimes she’d hear commotion coming from outside her door. Her impulsive thoughts told her to suck up the pain and check out what was happening but deep down she knew she didn’t have the guts to do that.

When the clock streaked 12 pm on the dot one of Chris’s maids walked into her room with a tray that had medicine and water. The maid had long blonde curls and green eyes, obviously not the maid Fiona met a couple days ago.

Fiona watched as the maid set it down on the nightstand and swiftly handed her both objects. The maid never looked at Fiona nor dared to speak to her except when explaining what the medicine would do. Fiona found it a little odd but didn't push.

The blonde maid was about to make her way out the door before Fiona said with a delicate voice “wait I have a question,” The maid stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around. “What would you like to know?” The maid said trying to sound as sweet as possible but it had a hesitant undertone to it.

Fiona chewed the inside of her mouth, a bit nervous to ask. “Uh…do you know when…Mr. Sturniolo will be back to check on me?”

The maid took a sigh of relief as if she was anticipating Fiona to ask her something else. Fiona paid no attention to it and instead waited for her answer.

“Mr. Sturniolo has been pretty busy today but I’m sure he will swing by in a couple hours!” She said cheerfully, before Fiona could even say anything back the maid was out the door.

Fiona sighed at the fact she’d probably have to be alone for another few hours before anyone checked on her. Her boredom was through the roof that not even daydreaming about seeing Chris could help.

Eventually after being alone for another 3 hours, Fiona naturally fell asleep. Though falling asleep might seem like a blessing in Fiona’s case. As she got further into her slumber, the mellow dream she was having turned quickly into a traumatic nightmare.

She was back in the ballroom, wearing a blood soaked dress. Everything happened the same gunshots fired, Fiona screaming Chris’s name, her getting brutally shot. But then once she was laying on the floor everything shifted.

Chris didn’t come to check on her, nor did anyone else. She started to bear crawl towards the closet she once came out of. But was roughly grabbed by Russo. She tried to scream but nothing came out, all she could hear was Russo whispering mean and degrading things in her ear as he dragged her into the middle of the gun fight.

Russo dropped her on the ground in front of everyone. All the men that once were shooting at each other were now staring at her bleeding out. They began to make cruel remarks toward Fiona.

“worthless piece of shit,”

“She deserves to die like this,”

“She’s a useless slut,”

Then suddenly she was back to reality. Fiona jolted up, gasping for air after finally being awoken from that horrid dream. Tears ran down her face as she tried to collect herself. It was now nighttime given the fact that it was completely dark outside.

She knew getting up from her bed was a bad idea. But at this moment she knew she couldn’t possibly stay in her bed after that nightmare. So Fiona swiftly took off the heart monitor that was connected to her finger. Then she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and pushed off of it, using the IV pole as support.

The pain in her abdomen was excruciating but then again suffering from the pain was better than staying trapped in this room.

Fiona took a deep breath then slowly started walking towards the door. Her feet wobbled and her legs shook after every step but she ignored it, determined to leave this room.

Once she made it to the door she weakly pushed it open and stepped outside. The halls were very dark and she had no clue where to go. But when she spotted a reading nook down the hall she decided that’s where she’d go.

She wasn’t as quiet as she hoped to be since her IV pole made a super loud rolling sound every time she pushed it on the marble floors. She eventually migrated towards the wall for extra support as she made her journey down the hall.

She was almost at the little reading nook, til her footsteps came to a halt when she heard a deep and irritated voice.

“What do you think you’re doing out of bed?” Chris sharply said,

Fiona’s breath hitched, hesitantly turning around. She knew what she was about to say sounded silly. “I…I had a nightmare…” Fiona looked down shamefully.

Chris clenched his jaw, “do you know how dangerous it is for you to be walking right now…you were in surgery just a couple days ago! You could’ve tripped and reopened your wounds! Or worse hurt yourself even more!” He barked at her,

“I’m sorry I just…I couldn’t handle staying in that room any longer..” Fiona mumbled just enough for Chris to hear.

Chris inhaled sharply, fists clenched into a ball. He was still very frustrated with her. But gradually grew a tiny soft spot for her after seeing the state she was in.

He pinched his fingers across the bridge of his nose. “Why don’t I take you to another bedroom to sleep in.”

Fiona furrowed her eyebrows confused on what he meant but still she nodded her head gently. Fiona tried to start walking again but accidentally tripped over her own feet. She gasped in fear but luckily Chris caught her with his strong arms before she hit the ground.

He chuckled to himself, “why don’t I carry you to this new room.” Fiona nodded again and was swiftly picked up by Chris' bridal style.

He began to carry her through the dark halls effortlessly, while also pulling her IV pole alongside them. Fiona rested her head on Chris’s shoulder looking up at his chiseled jawline.

“How did you even know I was out of bed?” Fiona weakly whispered,

Chris grinned, “I get notified every time your heart monitor gets taken off….plus you were pretty loud walking down the hall.”

Fiona giggled for the first time since she woke up this morning. Chris looked down at her, no actual expression on his face but in his mind all he could do was admire her.

Once they got to the room Chris had mentioned he pushed open the double doors and carried her towards the huge bed. She glanced around the room noticing tiny things along the way. Like how there was little to no decor in this room. There was only one picture that was set on the nightstand next to the bed. From what Fiona could see it looked like a picture of three different Chris’s.

From what Fiona could gather it seemed as though this was Chris’s room. But she was too shy to blatantly ask out loud. Finally Chris laid her on the bed. Pulling the covers over her and tucking her in.

He was about to leave when Fiona unexpectedly grabbed Chris’s wrist.

“Don’t go”

Chris stared at her for a minute, unsure on what to do. “Please…I just don’t wanna be alone again.”

Chris sighed, “alright,”

He then circled around to the other side of the bed and joined her in it. He scooped her into his arms ever so gently so he wouldn’t hurt her. They then sat in silence, Fiona fondled with the hem of her nightgown and Chris stared off into the distance once in a while looking down at her.

Chris smirked, “You know earlier today one of my maids came into my office telling me you were asking when I was gonna check on you.”

Fiona looked up at him, “I was lonely,”

Chris chuckled, “and you think spending time with a cold hearted mafia boss would cure that.”

“Your not cold hearted,” she honestly said,

Chris furrowed his eyebrows curious to where she would go with this. “I mean you can be pretty mean sometimes but that doesn’t mean you're cold hearted. You want respect and power and the only way to get it is-”

“To be cruel,” Chris finished her sentence.

Fiona yawned through her sentence, “Exactly, that’s not being cold hearted…that’s just…that’s just.” She couldn’t even finish her sentence before being totally knocked out by exhaustion.

Chris grinned, looking down at Fiona’s relaxed and delicate body. He never knew that she was able to understand him on such a personal level like that. But for some reason he wasn’t surprised, since the day his men grabbed her he knew she was something special.

Chris deliberately shifted Fiona out of his arms onto the mattress. He then hopped out of his bed, trying his best to be as quiet as possible.

He then whispered “goodnight sweetheart” to Fiona and made his way to his office that was down the hall, where he would be working til the morning.

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2:

𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖞 𝕿𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊

Mafiaboss!Chris x Ballerina!Fiona

Intro and previous chapter

CW: Weapons, degrading, cursing, slightly threatening, mentions of death, lmk if there’s anything I missed

Fiona was still in the car surrounded by bulky men. Though she was finally given a seat in the car she still felt belittled by the mean side comments all the men would make.

“Where’d she come from the porcelain doll factory?” One whispered to another. “I know right she looks like she’ll break any second” all the men chuckled.

“Enough!” Chris barked, all the men straightened up right away. “We need to talk about the game plan not make foolish jokes.” All his men nodded their heads in agreement. Chris seemed irritated, maybe from the jokes, maybe from the way his men were acting or maybe from the way Fiona had confidently talked to him earlier. It still flustered him but he would never let anyone know of it.

“Tonight we have a big job on our hands, there is an event happening at Gavin Russo’s mansion. Russo has been a big rival of mine for a while and he stole a very valuable heirloom from me years back. So tonight we are not going to have fun, or joke around, we are going to steal back what was once mine, and anyone in the way do not hesitate to kill.” Chris’s men all nodded again,

Fiona looked around then back at Chris, “what’s so special about the heirloom?” She curiously asked

Chris snapped his head towards her, everyone else just stared at her. Chris’s jaw clenched “what’s did I say bout asking questions!” He raised his voice. Fiona frowned, looking down at her hands “I-I’m sorry” she mumbled.

“Exactly! Don’t ask questions!” A awkward silence filled the car after Chris’s sharp words cut through the air until he finally spoke again. “As I was saying before being abruptly cut off. Fiona and I will enter the premises as if we were together. She will go off and flirt with Russo so I will have enough time to find the heirloom and retrieve it. If all goes well no one will get hurt, someone will return you” Chris gestured to Fiona “home, and all will be resolved. If something goes wrong I want all hands on deck and no hesitation. Id rather not lose half of my men plus my heirloom in one night.” Chris spoke confidently,

“Do I make myself clear?” He groaned,

“Yes boss,” everyone replied except Fiona.

“What to shy to talk now sweetheart? I said do I make myself clear!” He yelled at Fiona once again, a tear fell down her face “yes…” she whispered.

“Good, now stop crying it doesn’t suit you.”

She quickly wiped away her tears and straightened herself up. Her doe eyes stared blankly at Chris, Chris’s lips twitched finding her so enticing.

Relationships never crossed his mind, money and power was the only thing he cared about. But as he looked back at Fiona, narrowing his eyes, analyzing her every move, facial expressions, and words she’d said to him before.

He suddenly felt this need to touch her, be with her, have her. A feeling he had never experienced with any other woman. Though she irritated him in more ways than one. He still felt a pull towards her as if there was an invisible string yanking him to her.

But before he could explore the feeling he shut it down because in his world being cruel and callous is way more honorable than being vulnerable and attached.

The car ride stretched on for another 30 minutes. Fiona so desperately wanted to ask how much longer but she didn’t wanna risk being yelled at again.

Every once in a while would look over at Chris, admire his facial features and structured arms. Watch as he slowly cleaned his hand gun for the thousandth time. Then she’d look away, try to focus on something else in the fancy car.

What she didn’t know was every time she’d look away from him he’d look up at her. Repetitively analyze her over and over again, feel the connection they had between them, then ignore it.

An hour pasted and they were still on the road. No one had said anything since they established the game plan. Fiona really didn’t want to but as her hunger got harder to ignore she had to say something.

“I know you told me not to ask questions…”

Chris looked at up at her, “but…could we please stop at a gas station or something?” Chris stared at her no response, she looked like she was preparing to be brutally screamed at but instead he simply asked “why?”

She took a deep breath, “I haven’t eaten anything since the morning…” Chris looked her up and down, his men were anticipating a full melt down on Chris’s end but he shocked the whole as he signaled to the driver. “Stop at the nearest gas station,” the driver nodded and Fiona slightly smiled to herself.

About ten minutes later they arrived at the gas station. Chris’s men stepped out of the car first searching the perimeter, then Chris, then Fiona with Chris’s help. “You stay in my eye sight the whole time. If you ever wander off where I can’t find you I will…”

“Kill me I know…now can we please go in,” Fiona begged. Chris clenched his jaw, he didn’t appreciate being interrupted but for now he let it slide.

Chris followed behind Fiona as she quickly woddled into the gas station. Chris chuckled to himself at how cute Fiona looked running into the store like a needy little kid…but he’d never admit that’s what he was thinking.

She immediately ran to the candy aisle, “my favorite” she whispered as she picked up conversation hearts. Chris looked over her shoulder “I never understood what people’s obsession with those candy hearts were.”

Fiona turned around to face him, “they have sweet messages on them and have even sweeter tastes to them…here try one.” Fiona opened the box and poured one out.

“Open your hand,” Chris rolled his eyes but obeyed. Fiona then handed Chris a orange one, he was about to put it in his mouth until she stopped him. “Wait! What does it say,” Chris rolled his eyes once again and took a close look at what the little heart said.

“mine”

Fiona giggled “the other word must’ve been rubbed off…here let me give you another one.” Fiona gently took the one Chris had back and popped it into her mouth as she looked for another to give him. She then handed him an pink one.

“True love”

Chris popped it in his mouth and mumbled, “still don’t get it,” Fiona rolled her eyes and shoved the box in her pocket.

Chris started looking at other candy in that aisle as Fiona’s eyes stayed glued to him as she wandered around.

Then Fiona finally broke the silence, “I forgive you for yelling at me earlier,” Fiona said endearingly.

Chris narrowed his eyes as he looked at her “I didn’t apologize nor was I going too,”

Fiona gave him a soft smile as she looked into his eyes “well you didn’t have to either way, I could tell your anger was more so built up from the mentions of this Russo guy than towards me directly.”

Chris clenched his jaw, “Well you’d be wrong then because every bit of anger I had in me was fully from you not following my rules.”

Fiona started to walk away, “Okay whatever you say…”

Chris roughly grabbed Fiona’s arm turning her to face him. “You listen to me brat, I am a very very powerful man that could easily ruin your life in seconds. Do not think just because I stopped at a gas station for you that you can just walk all over me like I’m a door mat.”

Fiona’s eyes were bulging out of her head “you’re hurting me..” Fiona whimpered, Chris finally looked down at the strong grip he had on her, red marks already forming. He suddenly let go then whispered into her ear “good” and stomped away to another aisle.

But as he thought the conversation had ended he saw from the corner of his eye Fiona following him to the soda station.

Chris aggressively pulled a cup from the cup holder, he then glanced over at Fiona who was already making a silly fountain drink concoction.

“what are you getting?”

“Sprite mixed with a lil bit of Dr Pepper” Chris looked at her, confusion spreading all over his face. “It makes it taste like a Shirley temple.” She sweetly said.

Chris scoffed “what are you 5 years old…Pepsi is way better than that garbage.” Fiona frowned looking down at her little concoction she was once proud of.

After Chris got himself Pepsi he huffed and said sternly “let’s get out of here now,” he yanked her arm through the aisles til they reached the outside of the gas station.

“Aren’t you gonna pay?” She innocently questioned only to receive a humorless laugh from Chris. “Hasn’t it clicked in your little brain yet sweetheart? I’m the most dangerous man in this city…I do what I want.”

Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards the car. He let her in first, making sure she was seated then made his way to his seat. His men were already in the car so once everyone was settled they were on the road again.

Fiona swam in her thoughts for the rest of the ride. Even though every word Chris had said to Fiona so far was either cruel or threatening she still felt drawn to him.

For some reason in her mind his behavior toward her wasn’t cold hearted or mean to her it felt protective and maybe even possessive.

She could see the warmth in his eyes that everyone else had mistaken for coldness. At least that’s what her brain told her, repeating it again and again in her head “he’s just misunderstood” “he acts out because he doesn’t know how to comprehend his feelings” “he’s a good guy in his heart…I’m sure of it” but was Fiona’s mind really right in thinking Chris is a good guy deep down.

Or was she just trying to convince herself that, so she wouldn’t feel shameful for falling for a criminal that kills people for a living and has no remorse in doing so.

Fiona could spend all night theorizing Chris’s intentions and true feelings but unfortunately the long ride Chris had taken Fiona on was coming to an end as they pulled up to a ginormous black mansion.

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