kaylovessoda - Tumblr blog

kaylovessoda · 7 months

Text

Expect the Unexpected

—.—🗡━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━🗡—.—

Gang Leader Matt x Gang Leader Fem!Reader

Summary: When you’re a world-renowned gang leader, you will soon face a rival gang run by Matt Sturniolo. You both cross paths leading to a messy fight of love.

Warnings: Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of trafficking, knives being used, hitting, swearing, and choking. Overall, it's a little dark, so be warned.

A/n: Part two will have smut but I thought I would give you more background and plot for now before the fun stuff happens.

—.—🗡━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━🗡—.—

Y/N’S POV

I walk these streets daily night or day, though usually I am killing people who deserve to die. The people I kill are kidnappers and anyone else who is involved with such people. I deal with anyone harming others to make money. I run the most famous gang in the east…well until Matt Sturniolo came along. He made sure I knew he was not someone to mess with. But he knows little to nothing about me. Most men I meet don’t get to live to tell him that I am not the man he thinks I am. Matt thinks I'm the normal-looking man who runs a gang, whatever that means. I am far from it, to be exact I'm not a man at all. I have killed far more men than even work for Matt. He underestimates who I am. I am walking down this alley playing as a harmless civilian. I keep my identity from even my gang members, I don’t risk it at all. For all these years the men below me think I am a man but they have never met me and those who have feared me too much to even think I am a woman. Plus with all this money I can do just about anything to make myself more like a man not that I care but it is the safer option. Though more recently I have stopped, I don't care enough anymore.

Walking in this alley is a plan to get Matt to know me well… the person I would be if I wasn’t a gang leader or serious killer. One of my men told me he would be in the area so I thought I would play the helpless victim to win him over. Oh right, my gang is trying to take Mr. Sturniolo’s down so this is just the start.

Right on cue three men come out and are aiming to attack me for money or to make money. These scums think they are the shit but they are at the bottom and honestly mean nothing to us at the top. Well, time to play the victim I scream and try to run but one grabs me and holds a knife to my throat.

“What a pretty lady,” The man says into my ear. I let tears stream down my face crying in fear, but it's all fake. I live for this game and it gets my heart racing.

“Fuck you…you are worthless,” I choke out which hits his ego he holds the knife closer to my throat.

“Let her go jackass.” a man speaks from the building above. It’s Matt. Holy shit it worked god this man is so stupid.

“Mr. Sturniolo what about the money,” the man holding the knife to my throat croaks out seemingly nervous.

“I don’t give a fuck let her go,” Matt speaks like he is spitting venom at the man. The man loosens his grip and I stumble out of his grip onto the alleyway ground still sobbing fakely. Matt makes his way down to me and helps me up.

“Thank you… you saved my life,” I let out a sob looking up at him. I have never been this close to him. It's exhilarating. I could kill him right here but that's no fun.

“No problem sweetheart,” Matt says eyeing me like I'm some fucking piece of candy. He is just as disgusting as all these other men.

I start to walk to my car which is not mine since I have to be careful and I drive “home”. It's not my real house but I have to take everything into account when dealing this such a huge fucking mission. Matt had followed me to this house which I knew but I acted like I didn’t. I don’t look like the person who would even get into this type of situation. I stand out if I'm being honest, I carry myself very well and I'm also covered in tattoos. I have to play it simple and cool.

MATT’S POV

These fucking men are making me look like a complete idiot. Why the fuck are they trying to kidnap some girl to make money. These fucking morons. After this lady is home I'm killing them. I stand on the roof watching them hold a knife to her throat… pathetic. She is crying and letting out choked sobs, these men are not working for me anymore they are dead. I make my way down to help her and pick her up from the ground. She looks like she is faking it almost, not like a normal civilian would. Her eyes show some sort of hunger or anger I can't tell. She hurriedly says thank you and rushes to her car. I now notice the tattoos covering her body and how well they fit her. After she drives off, I go to kill the men standing near me in this dimly lit alley and call some people to deal with their bodies. I went to follow the woman whom I just saved, well sort of she looked like she could take them down, maybe it was the fear or sudden attack that forbade her…I don’t know.

“Clean these bodies,” I say into my phone calling a higher figure one of my many workers, dropping the location.

I walk down the alley and find my jet-black car sitting at the end of the street under a dim light. The roads glimmer due to the light rain that falls from the sky. After driving for a bit I found the car of the girl I just helped out. I climbed on the deck and watched her cook dinner for herself. Something about her drew me in, I need to know more.

Y/N’S POV

Well it's been weeks since I last saw Matt. I’ve had to play this fucking character for like three weeks and still having to lead my gang its been tough. I know he is keeping tabs on me. I have seen him here and there, always on Thursdays so that must be his day to himself or when he deals with less gang-wise. I just this to be over with I want him dead so I can stop playing this fucking character and go back to doing my job. Why the fuck does he have to make this so hard I should have killed him the night I met him. I am currently on a mission to kill this CEO who runs a trafficking ring while my workers deal with the actual ring and save the girls and boys who are being trafficked. I am currently making my way to his office since I scheduled a meeting so I can talk to this scum of the earth guy so I can kill him when he gets home. My best friend and the only person who knows my identity makes sure the cameras are spliced so they don’t ever see me come in or out. I make sure no one sees me and I come right on time so no one sees me walk down the back hallways into his office. I need to play my part well to make sure I secure a good impression to find out his schedule but not good enough so he talks about me.

“Hello, it's nice to finally meet you, sir,” I say quite frankly smiling fakely which he seems to only notice because of the way I'm dressed. Using his fucking Imagination to basically undress me while I walk in. I’m so glad I get to kill this motherfucker myself so fucking gross.

“Hello, Victoria, right?” He replies smiling brightly. I internally laugh since the fake name shit worked and all the planning it took to make this shit fucking work.

“Yeah, thanks for being able to meet with me at such a busy time.” I joke sitting down across from him while he sits behind his desk.

We talk about the business and the fake reason I'm even sitting in the psycho's chair in the first place. I was to meet with him about conducting some new sales and branching out to other departments throughout the city. I'm so glad I can just do anything to catch these people and make them believe anything about who they think I am. Soon, just like I wanted, he tells me more personal things and we get to his busy schedule and what he has planned for the week and I find out he is staying home on Thursday to go to the doctor. At this point I'm bored and I know what I need to do so I make an excuse to leave and head back to the office building quickly and undetected. After thinking for I bit on how to kill this guy I realize Thursday is the one day Matt looks for me and that's when I have to act like a fucking civilian. I called my best friend and asked her what I should do.

“Hey, Y/n what's up?” My best friend Luna asks, confused.

“Hey so we have a bit of a mix-up, the CEO is free Thursday two weeks from now but that's the day Matt stalks me so I don’t know how to go about this mission,” I say casually into the phone while I start my car.

“Oh shit well, this is fucked huh?” She laughs, clearly thinking on the other side of the phone.

“Could you take care of the CEO shit for me?” I ask focusing on the road as I drive back to my mansion which I haven’t been to in weeks due to Matt fucking stalking the shit out of me, what a fucking creep.

“I guess… I haven’t done that shit in so long Y/n. I usually stick to cameras and technology.” She laughs playfully. I can hear her clicking away probably researching this CEO guy and what he is about.

“You got it, we both did it all in the beginning.” I tease, letting out a slight laugh.

“Okay fine just for you boss.” She teases back. I laugh and we wish our goodbyes and hang up while I pull into my driveway.

I missed this place I wanted to come home for so long, it's been three fucking weeks and the only reason I am here now is Matt won't see me this Thursday due to a big mission he has planned for his gang. I love knowing everything he is doing and that he knows jack shit about me. It makes me feel so powerful and the advantage I have over him is just great and it makes me smile. I walk into my dimly lit home, it is dark and the windows show into the forest surrounding my home. I missed my bookshelves and reading corner by the huge bay window lying on the east side of the house into the woods. I love the staircase that leads up to my bedroom personal library and guest rooms which are never filled with guests. I decorated my home to match my job, dark and mysterious, I love it. I make my way up the stairs to my bedroom to finally sleep in my bed. I lay down and check the time which reads 1:03 am of fucking course. Doing what I do for a living you never go to bed at a reasonable time. I fell asleep.

A few days have passed. It is now Thursday, I am currently laying in bed reading some book I started before I went after Matt or decided to. Matt is currently busy with some of his gang members going after this bank manager who has been scamming the big companies they work with or some shit, I don’t care. I read for a bit longer when my phone gets a notification I know all too well, the cameras catch something in my home that I use as a cover to make Matt think I'm a civilian. I look at the cameras and see Matt standing on the back porch…oh fuck. What the fuck he is doing there. I'm not surprised he made time to make a quick visit but at this time it is shocking. I rush to the car and make my way to the house. When I reach the street my camera gets another alert..he broke into the house. I quickly make my way to the house and inside. I am as quiet as possible and luckily it works. I find the stairs and start climbing them, I know every inch of this house and how everything works. I know what stairs creak and which ones don’t. Once I reach the top of the steps I notice my bedroom door ajar. I stalk my way over the door quietly pushing it open. The sight my eye focuses on is Matt back to me looking in the closet which holds some of my gear and equipment to help with missions for the gang. I pull out my knife and swiftly make my way towards him. I quickly make a fool out of him holding him against myself while he stands in shock.

“Don’t fucking move an inch I will kill you no doubt.“ I snarl with a smirk plastered on my face.

“I knew you couldn’t be a normal person,” he remarks.

“Yet, I planned this all to happen and you fell right into it. What a fucking dumbass.” I say in a snarky tone, laughing gently as I hold the knife closer to his throat which causes a wince across his face.

“Who do you work for?” He questions.

“Oh your rivals, I'm here to bring you down,” I comment with a slight smirk still evident on my face.

“You couldn’t do this by yourself, your boss probably doesn’t care if you die.” He laughs which causes me to laugh since he is dead wrong.

“I’ve done my research on you and you know nothing about me… how fun,” I replied.

“I bet you found nothing on me when you tried to look… want to know why?” I whisper into his ear, I can feel him shutter a bit.

“I’m the fucking leader.” I let the words fall from my lips. Matt lets out a sigh or a breath from holding his breath.

“Fuck.” he whispers out.

“I want you dead so how do you want to play along, want me to do it quickly or stall,” I say pulling him into a chair and tying him to it.

“Why are you doing this?” He asks quickly, clearly worried.

“Your gang is a fucking mess. The people that work for you traffic girls and boys to make money which my people have to deal with.” I spit out at him.

“I don’t fucking control them, or even work with them,” he says looking at me like it has been the first time all over again. I stand a foot from him and lean over so our faces are inches apart.

“And that's your fucking problem,” I say annoyed, some anger filling my body. I slap him, he lets out a clear sigh knowing he probably deserved that.

I let him collect himself and he looks back at me and I almost feel bad. I can see him thinking about how he wants to get away from this situation.

“Bet you didn’t expect me to be leading your rival gang huh Matt?” I remark looking directly at me.

“Fuck not really… Everyone tells me you're a man, obviously, speculation since I learned only two people have ever seen you and your face.” He says looking down like he is ashamed.

“Expect the unexpected Matt Sturniolo. Though those who see my wonderful face do die by my arms.” I say looking at him, when his head shoots up and he realizes I'm not kidding about killing him.

Unexpectedly Matt flies out of the chair in a matter of seconds and grips my throat forcefully pushing into the wall, making a dent for sure. He smirks, seemingly enjoying himself. How the hell did he get out of the ties, I glare at him.

“Expect the unexpected.” He laughs vengefully. The air in my throat gets caught and I start to cough, even though his hand around my neck makes it hard. I can’t let him get away with this. I need to make sure I put a stop to his gang.

A/n: I had so much fun writing this shit and that's why I couldn't make it just one part! Hope you guys like this and I hope to write more things like this so let me know! Part two soonnn 🤭

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x you #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

49 notes · View notes

kaylovessoda · 7 months

Text

𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈

⊹˚₊‧─────────‧₊˚⊹༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺⊹˚₊ ─────────‧₊˚⊹

Summary - Y/n gets invited to a ballroom dance by the triplets, but you and Chris hate each other. You spend the night dancing but things come to light…

Warnings: kissing and slight fighting honestly idk lmao

⊹˚₊‧─────────‧₊˚⊹༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺⊹˚₊ ─────────‧₊˚⊹

Y/n’s POV

Being one of the closest friends to triplets, well Matt and Nick. Chris and I hate each other. I get invited to a good fair share of events with them. Nick told me about this ballroom dance that they were invited to and asked me to tag along.

Flashback to a few weeks ago…

“Hey y/n… we got invited to a ballroom dance. Would you like to go? It sounds really fun” Nick asked me while we were talking one night while the four of us sat in the living room.

“Wait, that is awesome… I am so down to go!” I reply laughing and already feeling excited to go with them to such an event.

“You’re annoying, it's just a dance, seriously,” Chris says irritated.

“Oh I'm sorry I'm excited about something instead of being an ass about it” I reply annoyed rolling my eyes.

End Flashback…

Y/n’s POV

Here we all are sitting in the triplets car. Matt is currently driving us to the event. Nick and I are in the back talking about who we are going to dance with.

“Me and Nick have someone to dance with. We found mutual friends to dance with.” Matt chimes in from the front seat.

This makes me think for a second that means Chris doesn't, I let out a sigh knowing it's probably going to be me. I could always hope for the best and find some random guy to dance with.

“Yeah, Chris couldn’t find a girl to dance with” Nick teases at him then looks at me.

“Can you shut up, Nick?” Chris retorts, seemingly very agitated.

I let out a small laugh, even though what Nick said was just going to upset Chris more than he already was tonight. The whole night Chris had been a pain in the ass, which is normal. Tonight it was worse and that may be because of not having someone to dance with, I don’t know or care too.

Chris’s POV

I hated her… I hate her. Who the fuck am I kidding I don’t. I pretend I do but sometimes I take it too far but I can’t let her know. Of course, Nick had to bring up the fact that I didn’t ask anyone to dance, I just can’t. We are driving to the venue currently, and she just sits back there looking absolutely gorgeous. It makes me so mad I can’t have her.

Flashback to a few hours ago….

Y/n’s POV

Right now I am sitting on Nick's bed waiting for him to come out of his bathroom to give me a reveal of his outfit for the ball. He struts out of the bathroom, which causes me to let out a laugh.

“Hey why are you laughing, is there something wrong with the outfit?” Nick questions me walking towards his bed which I'm currently sitting on the corner of.

“Oh my gosh, Nick no!” I yell playfully, still laughing.

“It's just the way you walked out of the bathroom that made me laugh,” I say standing up and heading to the bathroom to now get ready.

“I will be a bit, so relax while you wait,” I said, laughing, closing the door.

Once I was in the bathroom I pulled my dress out of the bag and held it up, looking at it in awe. It was so beautiful. I took my time doing my makeup and hair making sure it turned out how I wanted. After I was done with my hair and makeup I put on my dress and looked at myself. I took some photos before walking out to Nick.

“How do I look bitchhhh” I said playfully looking at Nick. He was sitting on his bed on his phone before he looked up.

“Damn, you look so pretty,” Nick replied standing up and walking over to me taking a picture of us together laughing.

Together we walked downstairs from his room and met Matt and Chris in the living room. Matt stood up from the couch first looking at us.

“You guys look great, excited?” Matt asked, glancing at me. He could tell I was excited to do something like this, I’ve always wanted to.

“Yeah, I am. I feel so good and I'm ready to dance.” I replied playfully, doing a small dance. This made Nick and Matt laugh, which made me as well.

“You are so stupid,” Matt said jokingly and laughed. He then looked over to Chris still sitting on the couch seemingly upset.

“Chris get up,” Matt said firmly, looking at him.

This made me finally take a full glance at Chris and his outfit. The four of us matched. Nick wore a full black suit with a red tie, which matched my dress. He had earrings and some rings positioned on his fingers. Matt and Chris are wearing white and black but they wore opposite colors. Chris was wearing a white dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants, whereas Matt wore the opposite. Damn did Chris look good…fuck I need to stop thinking about him, he is an asshole and I don’t like him.

“Shut up Matt,” Chris said annoyed. I could tell Chris was glaring at me but I ignored it.

Chris’s POV

When I stood up I looked at Nick and saw his black suit with a red tie which matched y/n’s outfit. I looked at her hair and makeup seeing how pretty she looked even though I didn't think she needed the makeup, fuck I can't stop staring. Then my eyes trailed down to her dress, the red color making her look stunning and it fit her so perfectly. She looked wonderful and it makes me so upset that I can’t just have her be mine…I want her so bad.

Flashback Ends…

Y/n’s POV

Soon we arrived at the venue where the ball was happening. As we pulled up I took a good look at the place and my god was it beautiful, there were columns and plenty of pretty flowers scattered around the grounds of the venue. The place was huge and it was just crazy that this was where we were spending our night. The windows were lit up from the inside and since it was night it was even more pretty seeing the light flow out of the windows into the night. I turned to Nick to see him taking photos.

“This place is so pretty I want to live here,” I said to Nick while he took more photos, that I hoped later he would send me.

“It is…maybe you will find someone tonight,” Nick said wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“Ew shut up,” I said lightly punching his arm.

“Can you shut up it's a fucking dance no one cares” Chris snaps looking directly at me.

“Excuse me... You're the only one who didn't want to come and thinks it's annoying, maybe stop being so pissy.” I retaliated climbing out of the car and heading towards the doors to check in.

After we are all checked in we head to the ballroom. The lights are dimmed and the room has so much life. The lights make the room so romantic and pretty. There are already some people on the floor dancing together. The four of us go to find our table which has been labeled with our names. There are candles littering the tables and plates set up. We sat for a bit and ate dinner talking about random things. I stood up after I finished eating since it had been a bit and I wanted to dance.

“Where are you going?” Chris asked unexpectedly.

“Going to find a man to dance with hopefully,” I said as the other boys stood up planning to find their dances as well. Chris stood last but walked over to me and roughly grabbed my wrist pulling me to the dance floor

“Chris what the fuck are you doing,” I said firmly, glaring at him.

“You are dancing with me.” He spoke firmly before we reached a place to dance and he started to sway to the music playing while holding my hips.

“Chris I'm not…find some other girl. Thanks.” I said flatly removing myself from his grasp before walking away.

I had barely made even a foot away before he grabbed me again

“Please..” his voice trailed off. He spoke softly. Almost begging in a way.

“Chris,” I said sternly, turning around to face him.

He looked upset but he seemed to be trying to hide it. He was trying to plead with me.

“Fine… only one dance though,” I said my tone firm, looking at him.

“Fine.” He said in his usual tone. When I looked at him as we started to dance I couldn’t tell what he felt, he seemed off.

“What's wrong?” I asked, looking at him as we slowly swayed to the music. My arms rested on his shoulders and my hands tangled together at the back of his neck. This sent shivers down Chris's back, just feeling your hands on his neck made him go crazy.

“Huh?” He says lightly breaking out of the trace he was in.

“I said what's wrong Chris,” I said flatly, looking at him expectantly.

“Nothing.” He is clearly annoyed.

“Okay, whatever,” I replied not wanting to make him more mad and have him ruin this night.

We danced together, I didn’t utter another word trying to enjoy the moment. How could I though, I am dancing with the one person in this goddamn building I don’t want to. Chris has made my life the past few months hell. That's an understatement. He belittles me and makes me feel stupid and he just doesn't stop. I also think back to when we were sort of friends he always just seemed off. Then he started to change. At first, I thought something happened and he was just upset at me, but it never stopped. Then he started to make rude remarks and it just got worse, and now here I am fucking dancing with him. After getting out of my thoughts I realize the song is ending and that our one dance is over.

“Our dance is done,” I say awfully flat sounding more annoyed than I am. I'm not annoyed at all, just more frustrated at myself for not wanting to stop dancing with him. Why does he have such a pull? I can't take it.

“Yeah.” He replies walking off to get a drink or snack I suppose. I head back to our table and sit down alone watching Nick and Matt dance with their partners. I take in the atmosphere of the ballroom, it is a sleek white or off-white and has big windows lining the side walls. The curtains hanging from the window are draped beautifully. I look around at all the other happy people dancing around, I start to feel a bit saddened sitting alone.

Chris’s POV

What the fuck am I doing…I’m dancing with Y/n, I shouldn’t be. Her hands rest at the back of my neck, it's making me nervous. She looks so pretty…god she is so close to me. We sway gently to the music and my hands rest on her hips, I can’t believe this. She says that our dance is done and it hurts. I don’t think I can take much more being pushed to the side. I want her to be mine. I walk to the desserts and drinks, I feel conflicted. If I keep pushing my feelings away and never do anything they may never go away, but if I do say something friendships can be broken including my brother's friendship with Y/n. I glance at our table and see her sitting alone. I grab some chocolate-covered strawberries, I know Y/n likes those and I start to walk back to our table.

Y/n’s POV

I am still sitting here at our table debating if I should find a man to dance with. It's only been like 7 minutes since me and Chris danced. I look at my phone to check the time which reads 10:49 pm. Basically another hour until we leave fuck. I see someone walking towards our table and it’s Chris that is great…

“Here.” He says rather lightly holding out a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries. Wait he knows I like those or maybe he guessed.

“Thanks,” I say rather confused. “Did you know I liked these?” I stated, taking a bite of one.

“Yeah, I remembered and they had some at the dessert table so I grabbed some.” He said as if he had never thrown a rude remark my way ever.

“Oh okay,” I say looking anywhere but him, I look out to the dance floor watching the people dancing.

“Whatever has you acting like this needs to not change,” I say, letting a slight laugh, I look over to him. I see that his eyebrows slightly raise and he almost looks shocked.

“What?” I asked him, “Why do you look like that?” I question him again.

“Um, it's nothing…” He says looking down at his phone probably reading the time.

“Oh, but it is I need to know so you will be nice more often” I joke, watching him slowly look up at me seemingly upset and annoyed.

“I said it's nothing Y/n.” He said firmly and started to get annoyed.

“Fine, just know I gave you the chance,” I said annoyed standing up and turning to walk away from him. I just want to hear the words that we both know he wants to say leave his mouth. I walk to the doors leaving the ballroom and heading to a small gathering room with a conversation pit with a table in the middle. The room has ornate frames of people hanging from the walls and plenty of decorations sit on shelves on the far wall from the door. I walk to the couch and sit down letting out a sigh I didn’t even intend to keep in. After a few minutes, head to the balcony and look out into the courtyard. I hear someone open the door to the room, I know it's Chris.

Chris’s POV

I walked down the long hallway Y/n took off down, I didn't see what room she went into. Why can't I just tell her how I feel? I passed many rooms until I reached one with the open left ajar when I walked in there she was… She stood on the balcony, the light from the night sky hitting her figure perfectly. She looked incredible then she turned around hearing me enter the room.

“I’m sorry,” I said looking at her.

Y/n’s POV

Holy shit…he said sorry the fuck? I seriously can't believe him. He walks towards me drawing closer to the balcony. What he does next takes the breath from my throat. He shakes his arms around my waist and pulls me into a kiss. I don’t kiss back right away but then realize and kiss him back with maybe a bit too much force. After a minute we pull away from each other.

“Took you long enough,” I say lightly, laughing gently. He looks at me with a small smile. We danced for the rest of the night under the ballroom lights.

a/n: first story!!!! Let me know what ya'll think!!!! Feel free to give me more ideas this was super fun to write and I had fun :) pt2?????

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo

19 notes · View notes