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Chapter 34 - Two Become One Pt. 2 |Ghiaccio x Reader Lemon + Fluff|

Warning: strong language, sex, scratching. MA.

Candles were scattered all over the room, the candlelight reflecting off of Ghiaccios' naked body. Awkwardly, you stood in front of him, your clothes mixed with his tossed aside on his bedroom floor. His eyes traced your body up and down, his face heating to a bright red as he stepped closer, his eyes resting on your breast.

A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you stared at his massive erection, not expecting him to stand this large. At 9 inches his cock proudly stood erect, the thickness causing your pussy to tingle. Rapidly, you felt your heart skipping a beat, not being able to remove your eyes from his massive length.

"Do you like it?" He muttered, closing the gap between the both of you with one final step, his hands slowly tracing across your stomach, sending chills down your spine. "You're so pretty." The softness of his voice was different, soothing, almost instantly calming you down.

The nerves were something that you still felt, but you also felt a new emotion washing over you. This actually felt right. With Ghiaccio, things always seemed to feel right once the two of you sat down and talked. He took his time with you, getting to know you and be with you. It was a nice feeling, and you felt something for him. Something that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Something that you weren't ready to admit to him.

"You're very attractive," you mumbled under your breath, letting your hand run up his toned chest, resting on his heart. You let your hand press against his chest, being able to feel the rapid beat of his heart, his heart beating just as rapidly as yours. "I.. don't know what to say." You've never felt this nervous in your entire life, and you let your two most intimidating boyfriends fuck you at the same time. This felt different. You were genuinely scared that you wouldn't please him.

"Don't be nervous," he spoke, his voice a whisper, "I think you're beautiful. I always have, and I'm going to make you feel so good." You could sense that he was nervous too, his palms sweaty as he quickly removed them, face flushing red. "I'm sorry about my hands. I.. they don't usually do this."

A low hum escaped your lips as you grabbed his hands, placing them on your bare breasts. Sweaty hands weren't going to turn you off. If anything, him being just as nervous as you made you feel a little better. "I don't notice anything." You kept your hands on the back of his, biting down on your lip as his hands began to softly massage your breasts. Despite the wetness of his hands, you felt yourself growing turned on, extremely turned on by his touch.

You stepped closer, letting his cock rub the front of your slick entrance. With no hesitation he pressed his lips into yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring every inch as he pinched your erect nipples. A low moan escaped your lips, the slick wetness quickly forming between your legs as his hands slid down your body, grasping your waist, pushing you towards the bed. He kept his tongue deep in your mouth, interlocking with yours.

As he gently guided you onto the bed, he kept his lips firmly pressed against yours, his tongue leaving your mouth. You felt spit trailing down your chin, his soft lips pampering your own lips with kisses. With a delicacy you weren't used to, his fingertips softly traced down your nude body, sending chills down your spine. You moaned into his lips, his hands resting on your stomach, inches away from your soaking pussy.

Never had your body craved someone so much before, your hand reaching out for his cock, grabbing his long length. Softly, you pumped back and forth, his lips finally pulling away from yours.

"You're.." he let his voice trail off, his right hand finally meeting your clit, rubbing gentle circles with three fingers, "actually all mine. You're actually mine." He nodded his head a little for reassurance, his glasses sliding halfway off of his face.

"Yes," you spoke softly, your hand massaging his smooth cock, other hand reaching up, pushing his glasses back onto his face before they fell off. A low whine escaped your lips as he fingers left yours, your eyes immediately going wide when he lifted his fingers to his mouth, your juices flowing down his three fingers as he stuck them in his mouth, tasting you.

"You taste as good as you look," he muttered, face heating up, his cock twitching in your hand. "Do you.. want me to use a condom? I have some in my nightstand, they're latex free. The cashier recommended them."

Ghiaccio wasn't like Illuso or Formaggio. He wasn't going around cheating on you, letting random women suck them off. The trust that you felt right now was strong, and you wanted to feel his bare cock pushing in and out of you. Birth control and at times plan b were your best friends, you would just pick up a plan b in the morning like you usually did. You did not want to bring a child into this mess. Who would the kid even call dad? All seven of them?

"It's whatever you want," you replied, a glare immediately appearing on his face. "What?" You frowned a little, letting go of his cock.

"It's your call," he muttered, a sigh escaping his lips. "You're allowed to decide things with me. We're a team. I want whatever you want right now."

"No condom," you spoke quickly. Your pussy was throbbing, you could feel it throbbing, leaking from his hot touch. "I really want you Ghia." Your voice was whiny, almost desperate. You were embarrassing yourself.. fuck. Why must you do this to yourself?

The glare immediately left his face, a smirk appearing on his face. Not once had he ever smirked at you before. "Aw, aren't you beautiful? You don't need to want what you already have. You can have every inch of me." The sudden excitement in his voice made you even hotter, your eyes staring down at his cock as he lined himself up with your hole. "I.. really.. deeply.. care for you. More then I'll ever be able to show you."

The three words almost slipped out of your mouth, your heart rapidly skipping a beat as you almost blurted out that you loved him. Did you love him? "I care about you too."

"I'm going to slide in slowly." He nodded his head once. Slowly, he began to slide in, your slick wetness providing natural lube. Halfway, he froze inside of you, his hips moving back and forth at a slow pace, dark eyes locked onto your face. "Do you want more? Are you okay?"

"Yes," you whined, your hands softly tracing his back, "I want you deep inside of me." Your pussy was already tightening around him, feeling a since of urgency to have him inside of you.

With a quick thrust, he fully pushed himself inside of you, a quick moan escaping his lips as he began to quickly thrust, wasting no time, almost as if the sense of urgency washed over him as well. "Don't tell anyone I moan," he gasped out, hands raising to grasp your breasts between his palms, massaging more rougher this time.

With each rapid thrust, you felt a sense of euphoria wash over you, low moans escaping your lips with each thrust. You weren't usually this vocal during sex, but you couldn't help yourself. The moans couldn't help but pour out of your mouth. Words wouldn't escape your mouth, despite you wanting to cry out his name and how good he was, all you could do was moan.

"Scratch my back," he commanded softly, "dig your nails into my back and mark me up. I want you to fucking mark me all over. Go on, do it now!" He pinched your nipples, giving them a pull, his lips brushing against your neck as he leaned down, clearly not satisfied with your now frozen fingers on his smooth back. "Come on baby. You can do it for me. Mark me up."

The words of encouragement provided you with the courage to actually go through with this, your nails beginning to scratch against his back, your face red hot, and heart rapidly beginning to beat again. You felt yourself tightening around him, your pussy making wet sounds that could only be described as the sound of mixing a cheesy pot of macaroni.

"That's what I like," he whispered into your neck, "goddamn your tight little pussy is so fucking wet. So warm. You feel fucking perfect, keep staining my back with your marks. I want you deeper." He suddenly grabbed your legs, your body completely going frozen as his legs raised up slightly, him dragging you down a little, pressing you into the mating press position with no warning. "I know you're a freak, and that's okay baby. I can be a fucking freak too, but only behind closed doors!"

You've only been pressed in this intense position a few times, you could feel his cock so deeply inside of you, pressing into your g-spot with each deepened thrust. Obeying his command, you let your nails dig into his flesh. "Ghiaccio," you moaned out, feeling yourself becoming close. Fuck, you were so fucking close, he felt so good inside of you. So huge, so fucking hot.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged you, placing wet kisses all over your neck, your claws scratching deeply into his flesh, close to drawing blood, but you wouldn't push that far. Never did you want to hurt him. You loved him so much. Oh fuck, you loved him, you loved him way before the two of you had sex. You were just too afraid to admit it to yourself. "Fill you up or pull out?"

"The first one," you replied, that same smirk as before appearing on his face as he pumped in and out of you more rapidly, the headboard beginning to slam against the wall. You were so wet you felt yourself leaking, tears of pleasure filling your eyes as your hands froze on his back, nails digging into his flesh as you stared at his curly hair.

As if he felt your gaze, he lifted his head, hungry eyes staring back at you, his red squre-rimmed glasses hanging halfway off of his face. "Y/N," he growled out your name with such intensity, his warm cut shooting deep inside of you, filling you up.

You came right after him, your legs shaking as you removed your nails from his back, letting your hands wrap around his waist. When he pulled out, you squirted, staining his sheets with your juices.

He let go of your legs, moving to the side, letting his body fall onto the bed next to you. "I'm just going to be completely honest and say that was the best sex I ever had," he confessed, pulling you into his arms. "Let's just lay here a while. Come on, don't be shy. You can lay on me."

With ease, his hand shot up, gently guiding your head on his chest, placing a kiss on the top of your head, his lips lingering, refusing to move from your forehead. "You were amazing, Ghiaccio," you told him, "I'm sorry about your sheets." You felt his cum mixed with yours still oozing out of you. "I'm still leaking cum."

"I have more sheets," he muttered, "I don't care. Stain the mattress, too. I'm proud I made you feel good." His voice was weak, tired, his grip loose around you. "I.. really.. l.. like you, Y/N."

"I really like you too, Ghiaccio," you confessed to him, not yet ready to confess your love. It wasn't the time. You were too scared to say it. Too scared to potentially mess up what you had with him, so you kept your mouth shut, letting your head cuddle into his chest and your mind drift away as you closed your eyes, listening to the soft beat of his heart.

[i2joots]

Claimed SideShots

Overprotective mode

Our Girl

Drunk Attack

Return of the Meeting Crasher

Meeting Time?

Not Us..

First "Breakup"

She Snapped

She Snapped Pt 2

Her Pain Is My Own

Her Pain Is My Own Pt 2

Her Pain Is My Own Pt 3

You're A Casualty

A Beautiful Sight

Overdue Conversation

Dirty Little Secret

She Wants Me

"Cutthroat Assassins"

The Hole It Left…

[bambinaamor]

If I can be extremely honest the reason why I got Tumblr was to read content I can't normally get on ao3 or wattpad I was reading this story called claimed by @ravenzeppeli and to be honest it was one of the best fan fictions I ever read but when I started really paying attention to their post it got me thinking about there actual mentality and there strong emotions about that fic like about people stealing and reposting there story on other platforms and I to be extremely honest just thought they were complaining over nothing when the most recent chapter came out I was extremely excited to read it just to find out I had to pay to read it so I commented " Well I guess I'll never know what happened then because bills are more important and tbh it's not worth it" something like that and I wake up to realize that claimed has been destroyed I get that people have very strong feelings over there content but I never knew it could go to that degree overall I wish I could read claimed once again I just wanted to state my opinion on the whole situation

If you are reading this @ravenzeppeli I mean no harm I hope you are well and one day claimed can come back you were an excellent writer and I hope you know that

With love barbieann

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Chapter 41 - The Calming Aftermath of Violence |La Squadra x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong language, physical abuse [implied], blood, mature themes. MA.

Prosciuttos POV

Walking into the base looked like somewhat of a crime scene, drops of blood being splahed all across the door, leading down the hallway. A hole was punched next to the wall that blocked off the kitchen, blood smeared on the side of the wall. Prosciuttos' mind immediately went to you, his heart going tight as he rushed down the hall, a sense of dread hanging over him as he pushed your cracked door open.

Illuso sat with his back against the wall, his entire right eye black as he stared across your room. Visibly, his lip was busted open and swollen, dried blood staining the side of his chin, the white t-shirt that he was wearing practically stained with splashes of red. With swiftness, his eyes locked onto Prosciuttos. "She won't come out of her closet. I fucked up and I can't get her to come out without attacking me or herself."

"Why the fuck won't she come out?" Snapped Prosciutto, heading towards the closet without any hesitation. "She did that to you?"

"Prosciutto, she's really scared," Illusos voice dropped to a whisper as Prosciutto stood in front of the closet, seconds away from opening it and dragging you out. "She didn't do anything to deserve what happened last night. It was all me."

He froze, turning his attention back towards Illuso. "Just get up and go home, take the day off, and come back tomorrow." The annoyance in his voice was thick. "I'll see what I can do."

Illuso got up slowly, his arm wrapping around his waist. "Listen, Prosciutto, mistakes happen. I love her, and you know we all kind of love her. Love makes people do crazy things." He gave Prosciutto a smile, his front tooth completely gone. "Y/N, are you listening in there? I'm not mad at you, I'm proud. You really kicked my ass, didn't you? Wanna come out here and make up, at least? Come on baby, I ain't gonna hurt you."

A scoff escaped his lips as he quickly turned away from Illuso. The love that he had for you was private and personal. It wasn't something that he was ever going to openly admit. How could Illuso just be comfortable with admitting it? How could he even still love you, given that it looks like you beat him.

As Illuso walked towards the door, he heard a loud bang, the closet door rattling as if you had punched it. "I'll stab you!" You yelled, your voice sounding hoarse, void of any strength. "Get away from me! All of you, go away!"

This was completely ridiculous, given that you were just an inexperienced child compared to them. He found this behavior extremely childish and even a little odd. Never once have you hid yourself from them. Never have you attacked and screamed threats at any of them. You do hit back, but you never go past punching. The emotions that he felt were complex. This was childish, but were you actually hurt? Why would you attack for no reason?

"She's gotta knife," he added in, "by the way. It was right up to her throat last time I tried to drag her out." He shrugged at Prosciuttos glare, limping out of your bedroom.

A hysterical woman was something tuat he hated to deal with, this was not how he wanted to spend his fucking morning. "Y/N," Prosciutto spoke, staring at the closed closet door. "You need to come out now. I will drag your ass out. You do not threaten anyone's life on this fucking team."

"I'll come out," you said weakly, light shuffling coming from the closet. "Just please don't hurt me. I'm sorry I said that, I just wanted him to leave me alone."

"Stop this nonsense," he snapped, causing the shuffling to stop. Fuck. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. "I've never hurt you before, now come out here and let me help you."

The closet door slowly pushed open, you stepping out, your arms wrapped around your waist. Your hair was a mess, hiding your face from his view. Your clothes were worse off than Illusos, a dried bloodstream staining the side of your clothes. You stayed halfway standing in the closet, your body as stiff as a board.

"Let me see you," he muttered, not being able to hide the shock in his voice at your condition. It looked as if you just got home from a very difficult mission. "Don't be scared of me, I wouldn't do this to you."

"I want to be alone," you whispered as he walked up to you. "Please just leave me alone."

A sigh escaped his lips, "Just look up at me and let me see your face." What did that bastard fucking do to you?

You raised your head, your eyes finally meeting his. As he stepped back a little he noticed that your entire throat was marked with heavy bruises, your left cheek. The right side of your head had dried blood, a clump of it dried in your hair. As he reached out to touch you, you quickly backed away, seeming to be on guard.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" He asked you, you quickly shaking your head in reply. "Goddamnit Y/N, at least tell me something."

"You'll just agree with them," you replied quickly. As he looked into your eyes, he noticed tears forming, your tears causing him to immediately feel uncomfortable. Never once had he seen you cry. "I just want to be alone, Prosciutto."

Yelling at you wouldn't solve anything. It would only scare you. This was a situation in which he had to handle delicacy. Maybe he could manipulate you into calming down, giving you a false sense that you were in control while he pulled the strings. It wasn't he place to question the other men on how they disciplined you. He kept telling himself that. Was this a punishment or something much worse? You looked as if you were strangled, and he didn't like it.

"Formaggio and Pesci will be here soon," he told you, a look a fear appearing on your face that he immediately found odd. Ignoring your discomfort, he stepped towards you, extending his arms out. "Come here, it's okay. I'm going to help you. I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I'm going to take you to my house."

"I don't wa-"

"You'll have complete privacy until I get home at night unless you happen to run into Risotto." He wrapped his arms around your waist, quickly pulling away when you flinched. "What's wrong, hm? Show me what's hurting you so badly."

"I don't wa-"

"I'll have to strip you and examine your body if you don't show me," he told you, immediately interrupting you. "Baby, I need to see if you are hurt. Please let me help. I can make you feel better if you let me fucking help you." The aggressiveness in his tone only worsened, the anger that he felt rising. Though, this time he wasn't mad at you, he was mad at whoever beat the shit out of you. Was it actually Illuso? He wasn't stupid. You weren't telling him something.

That threat caused the tears that you were forcing away to instantly spill more rapidly. You raised your shirt, his hands instantly balling into fists as he saw a massive bruise directly in the center of your stomach.

"Illuso did that to you?" He muttered, his hands softly brushing the hair away from your neck, examining the dark bruises carefully. "Did he try to kill you?" As he examined the bruises closer, he realized how truly terrible they were, how your hair was masking the even darker bruises.

The anger that he felt boiling deep inside of him was hard to contain, his eyes not being able to leave his neck or stomach. This wasn't a punishment. This wasn't a beating. This was a murder attempt. He was no goddamn fool. It immediately crossed his mind that Illuso didn't do this. He was too calm about the entire thing, and he was in terrible condition right along with you.

"No," you replied, your eyes shifting away from his glare as you pulled your shirt down. "We hurt each other. I.. punched him first."

Right to his face, you were choosing to lie, but this was no time to correct you. The main goal was to pack your bags and get you back at his house. He'll clean you up and let you rest. No matter how disobedient you were, he never wanted to hurt you badly. He truly did care for you and if you ended up dying, he would fucking snap. A man is supposed to provide their woman with a balanced level of discipline as well as love. Punishments should always end with comfort or encouragement, not in fear.

He needed to find out the truth, and given how you don't like to tell on the other men for some reason, this will be extremely difficult. Perhaps he would call Melone or let Risotto see your condition. If he couldn't get the truth out of you, Melone or Risotto could. For now, he just needed to get you cleaned up and calmed down.

He raised your shirt slightly, shaking his head. "Did he punch you in the stomach?" This.. really made him fucking angry. What's the need to beat you like this?

"I've been stalking all of you," you muttered, "and I got caught. You would have done the same thing, so just leave me the hell alone." You shoved past him, your shoulder pushing into his.

"Watch yourself," he hissed, spinning around. "You've been stalking me?" He watched as you sat on the edge of your bed, turning your back to him as if he didn't exist. Quickly, he shook his head. "No, fuck that. I don't care right now. You're coming home with me. I will bathe you and you will rest in bed. You need to rest." Getting onto you for being a stalker was the least of his worries. It may be unprofessional and dangerous of you to follow the men, but it meant that you cared enough to watch them. A spanking and lecture would have been a fine punishment, but not a beating. He did not agree with beating you, he wanted to beat Illuso, if he was the one who did this.

"I have work to do," you immediately replied as he opened your closet. "I'm helping Melone later today. I need to call him and help him with baby face because he's hav-"

"What did I say?" He questioned, eyebrows immediately raising as he stared down at a suitcase in the middle of your closet. "I hoped you packed a lot. You're going to be staying with me for a while."

You looked over at him, tilting your head to the side a little. Even in your roughed up state, he found you attractive, the love that he had for you melting away any physical imperfections that you had. In his eyes, you were always physically perfect. "Will you help me hide this from the others?"

"I'm not hiding this from Risotto." Prosciutto leaned down, grabbing your suitcase and snatching it off the closet floor. "Whatever you tell the others is on you, but it is not good to lie. You and Illuso are both lying. If I can tell, then so can everyone else."

As he heard your footsteps approaching him, he turned around, eyes watching you carefully. The condition that you were in made him wary, and he was close to taking you to a hospital. He would examine you at his home and make a decision.

"I'm sorry, Prosciutto," you replied softly, his eyebrows raising in surprise at your apology. "And I've been stalking you a lot, and I noticed that you aren't cheating or doing anything wrong."

"Don't stalk me anymore," he snapped, his arm wrapping around your waist as he led you out of your room and down the hall. "Because of your condition, I'll let it slide, but cut it out. And you better not be stalking Risotto. He is your capo, and you do not watch him." How did he not notice you watching him? He will have to corner you about it when you are healed.

"Okay," you replied, "I'm sorry." You apologizing was was, but hearing you do it a second time was shocking. He had to beat an apology out of you before, and even then, you wouldn't apologize. "Where are we going?"

"My house," he replied, confused. Didn't he already tell you that? "Did you sleep at all last night, or did you stay in that closet all night?" He got silence as a reply, a sigh escaping his lips as he led you to his car.

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Chapter 37 - Further Apart |Prosciutto x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong language, threats, physical abuse (light), unhealthy relationship, sexual situations. MA.

Prosciuttos POV

Prosciutto opened the envelope filled with money, sliding out four 100 dollar bills. Without asking your permission, because he didn't need to, he snatched your purse that was resting on your lap. "You did a good job following behind me and holding my hand," he commented, taking out your wallet, a dissatisfied look appearing on his face as he unfolded the cheap leather, sliding the money into your empty wallet. "This wallet is hideous. Where's the wallet I bought you last week?" He was parked out behind the base, Ghiaccios car blocking his car slightly, giving him privacy with you.

A low huff escaped your lips as you shrugged your shoulders, your eyes glued to your phone. "I don't need any money, but thank you. You can take it back."

"Did I ask?" He snapped at you, folding your wallet shut, shoving the cheap leather back into your purse. A scoff escaped his lips as he held the purse to his face, examining the light cracks in the fake leather, the purse clearly old and worn out. "You need to buy yourself a nice purse. I'm going to take you to get one now."

What was inside of your purse was of no interest to him, zipping the purse without so much as a glance of what was inside of it. He had no interest in looking in your purse, knowing that he wouldn't find anything in your purse. If you were hiding something from the men, then you were damn good at it. In his opinion, you could never be hiding anything. What did you even have to hide? Nothing at all.

As he went to put the key in the ignition, you placed your hand over the keyhole, stopping him. "I don't want a new purse. I like my purse Prosciutto."

"Stop being bad," he warned, staring at your hand, close to popping it. "When I say something, I mean it. Move your hand."

You removed your hand, only to snatch the keys from his hand. "Ha." When he went to grab his keys, you shoved them in your bra. "My keys now. I'll just use the purse you got me four months ago."

Immediately, his eyes dropped to your breasts, eyebrows raising. Was this you flirting with him, or were you being stubborn? At least you seemed to not hold any anger or resentment towards him for his punishment last week. Punishments were something that you needed to learn to accept. He wasn't the only one who punished you. If anything, you should be thanking him for loving you enough to punish you.

With no hesitation, he reached into your bra, hands sliding past your soft cleavage, feeling for his keys. Where the hell are his keys? His hands felt around, squeezing your breasts with no real intention, but he almost felt a smirk forming. "Naughty girl," snapped Prosciutto, "where are my keys?"

Your face flushed a bright red, a small giggle escaping your lips as his hands continued to palm your breasts. A low moan escaped your lips as his finger accidentally slid across your erect nipple. "I'm not naughty," you whined softly, your right hand opening, immediately revealing his keys. "You just wanted to touch me." A cute little smirk appeared on your face, making the blood slowly start to rush to his cock.

"Do you love me?" He questioned suddenly, slowly pulling his hands out of your bra, already missing your soft breasts. He grabbed his keys, pushing them in the ignition without starting the car.

"I don't want you to hit me," you spoke suddenly, and he immediately knew the answer. Despite five fucking months, you didn't love him. "I want to love you, but you hurt me a lot and you've cheated on me in the past. Like, I get that.." you shook your head, cutting yourself off as you looked down at your shoes.

So many times before had he shut you up or completely disregarded you, especially when it was concerned with his past mistakes. He was curious about what you had to say, wanting you to keep going.

"Go on," he muttered, keeping his voice low so that you wouldn't feel threatened. "I'm open to listening to what you have to say."

You frowned, "I get that theirs seven of you and one of me. Of course, some of you aren't serious about me and are going to cheat. Fine with me, I can't stop shit, but I can stop myself from loving. Or caring." Your eyes hardened as you stared at him. "Don't pretend to love me. I'm just an item to you, and that's fine. Just at least have the balls to admit it."

"Excuse me?" He questioned, hand immediately raising, roughly smacking your thigh. "Watch your tone! How dare you say those things to me!"

The things that you dared to say to him always shocked him. His hand was close to smacking across your face, but he was trying to avoid hitting your face as of lately.

"I'm just being honest," you muttered, looking down at your thigh, rubbing as if it would make the sting go away. "I'm not mad about it or anything. We can get along just fine."

"Y/N, I only got a few dry hand jobs," he snapped at you, "that wasn't even after two months of us dating. It was within the month. I'm not a goddamn cheater because of that! I never even fuckkng came!" How could he cheat if he never came?

"Can I get a few guys to dry finger my pussy?" You questioned. With no hesitation his hand rose, fingers wrapping around your throat. "You're mad."

A deep sigh escaped his lips, his fingers staying firmly around your throat, close to squeezing. "Do you think this is some sort of game?" He questioned, you giving him a shrug in return. That was his last straw. You were getting your ass beat. "I'll show you how mad I-"

"Let me go through your phone," you said quickly, interrupting him. "Maybe the hand job thing isn't a big deal if you regret it and won't do it again. Whatever. Maybe I could consider loving you if I see you're not cheating still. If you are, I won't say anything, but I'll want you to wear a condom during sex and spend less time with me."

Since he'd gotten with you he hadn't even put his dick inside of another woman (hands don't fucking count). His phone was filled with texts messages between him and you as well as the rest of the teammates. What was your fucking problem today? Everything was going so well when you were watching him kick the shit out of some loser that owed him money. Why the sudden change?

He let go of your throat, reaching in his pocket, taking his phone out. "I'm loyal to you, and I care about you. I'm pissed at you for accusing me of this bullshit." He slammed his phone down in your lap, causing your body to jump a little. Maybe that was a little harsh, considering he always went through your phone and laptop every chance he got, always finding nothing. "Sorry for slamming my phone down on you."

"Thanks," you replied, voice void of any emotion as you flipped his phone open, eyes scanning through his phone. "I never meant any bullshit when I ran off to Formaggios that one night. I only went to him because I knew he wouldn't notice or say anything. I didn't know Illuso would be over at his house. He's the one that found everything out. I never wanted to tell."

It makes him look terrible to the other men when you attempt to hide his punishments. He didn't give a fuck if the other men knew. If need be, he would punch Melone to correct him if he attempted to attack him, but your punishments wouldn't be stopping. Melone had to just accept it.

"If you wouldn't have run off, then it never would have happened," spoke Prosciutto, keeping his eyes on your face, watching for any change in emotion. "Don't run off from me. I should have spanked you again for that."

"I always want to hit you back," you suddenly confessed, his eyebrows raising at your confession. How were you not afraid to admit that to him? In seconds, he could have you bent over his lap. "This relationship is hard for me. I want to love you because you're attractive and have a few good qualities, but I'm tired of getting slapped around." You snapped his phone shut, sitting it in the empty coaster, not bothering to even hand him his phone.

"Formaggio told me that you squirted when he spanked you," he added in, voice thick with jealousy. "You don't get slapped around. You are not an abused woman. You are well taken care of. Are you not happy with the things I give you? Do you want more?" Giving you more money or buying you things was no issue to him. He could afford just about anything you'd want. If not, then he would ask the other men to pitch in, meaning just Melone and Risotto.

With his past wives and girlfriends, he had always been able to buy them off. It didn't stop them from leaving him, but it kept them from arguing back with him. Before he joined the mafia, he was drowning in debt, struggling to keep his first wife happy, who just ended up leaving him anyway. He wondered if you were allowed, would you dump him? Would you abandon him like all those other women? He didn't want you to go.. he wanted you to stay. You were supposed to be the one that couldn't leave him, the one that he could have always and forever.

"He was spanking me during sex, not as a punishment!" You snapped at him, your voice a low whine that turned him on a little. "I don't want more, I want less! I don't need money or expensive things. I don't need to not hit me with a belt! Just at least use your hand if you want to smack me!" Yelling was a rare thing that you did, your voice always low unless you were upset or overly excited. It was clear that you weren't excited. He had pissed you off.

"I'll use my hand or a wooden spoon," he added in, nodding his head once. "If you do something unspeakable, then you'll get the spoon, or perhaps I'll use a switch, but I can't let you do whatever."

"I'm going to hurt you really badly one day if you keep hurting me," you muttered. Immediately, he let his hand lock onto your thigh, tightly squeezing as he got in your face, his lips inches away from yours. "I'll make you bleed next time you make me bleed."

Women only ever talked back once or twice to Prosciutto. He had worn every woman down into submission. Even men were afraid to talk back to him - he was a respected and feared man, but here you are, having no fear at all. He was close to actually punching you, his hand twitching, but then he remembered that you were about to be asked to marry him as well as the rest of the men. Giving you the punishment that he wanted could potentially fuck things up for the rest of the men, so maybe he could just threaten you.

"You'll never fucking make me bleed," he warned, squeezing your thigh as hard as he could, digging his short nails into your pants, attempting to draw blood from you as a threat, but the denim on your pants was too thick. "Watch your fucking mouth with me, I'm warning you. I will spank you. I will.." he suddenly had an idea.

He reached in your pocket, snatching out what he assumed was your phone, but it felt smaller. He pulled out a small mp3 player from your pocket, pulling it away from you once you tried to reach it. This was something you always had, a cheap little music player with headphones. Maybe he should break it as punishment. You shouldn't have such cheap items.

"Give that back," you cried out a bit, your eyes locking on the small music player. As you reached out your hand, he smacked it, only causing you to reach further for the little box.

With one simple grab, he held both of your hands together by your wrists with one hand, the other hand slowly beginning to squeeze the mp3 player. "Apologize, or I'll break this shitty toy."

"I'm sorry," you spoke quickly, keeping your eyes on your music player, hands wiggling, trying to break free from his grasp. "Okay? I'm sorry, just please give it back." You seemed desperate to get this back, almost as if you cared about the silly object. Did you care about the object more than you cared about him?

He let out a huff, placing the mp3 player in your lap. For some reason, this seemed too far. Even for him, this was too far. "I'll spank you whenever you deserve it. I will never punish you for no reason. No more belt, but that's all I'll compromise." He freed your wrist from his grasp, feeling a tad bit guilty.

Quickly, you placed the mp3 player into your pocket, grabbing your purse. "Okay." You opened his car door quickly, stepping out. You closed the car door gently.

"Wait," he snapped, pulling his keys out of the ignition, shoving his phone as well as the envelope of money into his suit pocket. He stood up, shoving his keys into his pocket as he walked over to you. "Don't say anything back, I know you aren't ready. Can you just listen for a second?"

You froze, keeping your back towards him. "I wouldn't break your stuff."

"I know," he replied, feeling stupid for saying that. Damn it, this wouldn't get you to say yes to marrying him. One thing he doesn't do is apologize to a woman, but in this moment, he found an apology necessary. What if you refuse to marry them because he tried to break your little toy? "I wouldn't break it. Okay? Just come here, it's okay." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him, placing a kiss on your cheek, hugging you from behind.

You let out a sigh, your body stiff to his touch as if he was a stranger and not your future husband (well, one of your future husbands, but still). "Perhaps I can be a little more understanding of you. You are old, after all."

"Excuse me?" He immediately spat out in a questioning tone, letting you go to spin you around. Like instinct, his hands snaked back around your waist, holding you in place as he stared down at you. "Who's old?" How could you say something so understanding as well as something to really piss him off all in a matter of seconds?

With a simple shrug of your shoulders, you leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips. "Let's not fight. I have to be with you, so I want to get along with you the best that I can."

"You should fucking want me," he muttered, voice threatening. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to protect you with my life. The least you could do is want me a little." Could he force you to like him? Fuck, why were you such a difficult woman?

"I do want you a little," you assured him, but he had a feeling that you were only lying to shut him up. "Okay? Just ease up on giving me things and hitting me. Can't we just watch a movie in my room or something sometimes? Can't we hang out like normal?"

A scoff escaped Prosciuttos lips, "hang out?" What the fuck did that even mean? The two of you just did an activity together! While he punched a guy that was refusing to give him money, he let you hold his gun and point it at the guy. That was extremely unprofessional of him and against his beliefs to let his woman actually assist him, but he still let you do it to see if you would be happy. Here you are, still not happy. He went against his beliefs, but you didn't seem to even consider that. He was close to losing his mind.

You sighed, "Let's just forget about this conversation and go inside. I'll be at your house soon anyway." Nothing was resolved between the two of you, as always he was left feeling annoyed and displeased with you. "I like working with you, by the way. You probably won't take me again, but thank you, and I respect your work. I always have, but I'm just letting you know that I do even more now."

That comment suddenly made Prosciutto feel less annoyed with you, the compliment almost making a smile appear on his face. "Good," he replied. He tightened his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. He finally returned your kiss, his lips pressing into yours, slightly parting as you kissed him back. Finally, you were kissing him back. This was a good sign. If you could kiss him back, then you could say yes to the engagement with ease. You would say yes, whether you liked it or not. Either way, you were one step closer to being permanently his.

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Chapter 33 - Two Become One Pt. 1 |Ghiaccio x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong language, sex discussed. MA.

"You're cool with me being on the team?" You asked Ghiaccio after avoiding asking the question all day, your eyes on the lit up brick fireplace that was lit in the living room, providing the entire room with a cozy natural warmth. "I've killed a few times in the past, Luca would sometimes have me kill for him."

Opening up about your past was something that you rarely did, despite having shared five months of your life (so far) with these men. It wasn't something you were ashamed of. All you did was sell drugs for Luca and kill a handful of man. Possibly, you might have killed a few other men for different reasons, but some things you don't want to remember. Some things are just too dark, and you don't want that darkness to take over like it had so many times in the past before. Numbness was the best emotion for you, but these men were making you feel things. All kinds of things. It was starting to scare you.

Ghiaccio closed the book he was reading, leaning forward and placing it on his glass coffee table. A sigh escaped his lips, his dark eyes setting on your face. "You have the same tattoo as we all do Y/N. You are a part of this team." It was clear that he was hesitant to answer your question, his lips firmly pressing together as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Fuck Luca. Why mention him?"

The aggressiveness in his tone caused you to smirk at him, a scowl forming on his face. You had a feeling that he was jealous of the fact that you mentioned Luca, and when a guy is jealous that means he likes you. Did Ghiaccio like you? You weren't very sure. Despite spending time with him and you yourself liking him, you couldn't tell how he felt about you. If it wasn't anger, this man was hard to read.

"Are you fucking smirking!? Do you fucking like that old bastard?!" He snapped, his voice raising. "Don't you fucking speak to him anymore, you have no reason to ever speak or need anything from that creepy bastard!"

When Illuso, Formaggio, or Prosciutto yelled at you like this, you knew that you would more than likely get hurt, but with Ghiaccio, you never felt that. With him, you feel comfort, even when he is yelling, which was pretty often. It was.. just how he expressed himself? He wasn't hurting you, so why would you try and change him?

A low giggle escaped your lips, causing bright red to flush across his face, his glare deepened. "You look so cute when you're jealous. I don't speak to him anymore, Ghiaccio." You scooted a little closer towards him, causing some of the anger to leave his face, his arms uncrossing. "Are you jealous? Or are you just acting like this for another reason."

"Why the fuck would I be jealous?" He scoffed, squinting his eyes at you. "Don't accuse me of that! He's just a bastard, and you shouldn't be talking to him or any other random man!"

"You can't tell me what to do," you replied, turning your head away from him, the crackling of the fireplace getting your attention. "Stop being a bad boy." You weren't serious.. you were flirting a little bit. He was lying, you knew for a fact that he was jealous! Right? Damn it.. you wished that you could read minds.

Another scoff escaped his lips, this one much lower. "I am your boyfriend, and I am not a bad boy! You're being a bad girl, so don't say I'm being bad when you are!" He snapped, another low giggle escaping your lips. "That giggle may be cute, but your defiance of me is not!"

"You're cute," you whispered, keeping your head turned away from him. You were starting to feel something more here.. a warmth growing in your heart, a connection deepening.

"Are you ready for me to make love to you?" He asked you, the sudden softness in his tone and the question itself causing your entire body to stiffen, your heart beginning to beat so rapidly that you felt as if it would pop right out of your chest. "Yes or no is fine. Both are correct answers. I want whatever you want when it comes to our sex life."

You couldn't bring yourself to look into his eyes yet, but you knew exactly what you were going to say, the three letter word quickly leaving your mouth. "Yes," you muttered quickly. Why wait any longer? Rather, it's amazing or bad, you would stay with him regardless, not that you had a choice, which was fine by you in some cases now. Some of these men were good for you. You were beginning to realize some of these men were indeed your soulmates.

Having men like Melone, Pesci, and even Ghiaccio made all of this easier. You felt as if you could be yourself, despite how overprotective Melone was and how angry Ghiaccio could get. They never hurt you, and they spent time with you. You could even say that Risotto was a good boyfriend, well what you saw of him was a good boyfriend. It was making you better. But sadly, if they were making you better, then it was clear that Prosciutto, Illuso, and Formaggio were making you worse. You didn't like thinking about it.. it made you sad.

You shook up the courage to turn your head back towards Ghiaccio, your eyes immediately finding his face, his eyes already staring at you. Slowly, you raised your hand, placing it on his right thigh, making the first move. You were nervous making the first move with him, hoping he wouldn't get mad. Prosciutto got mad at you one time for trying to make the first move and be dominant.. that kind of killed your confidence a little.

His eyes dropped down to your hand, his square-rimmed red glasses slightly sliding off of his nose. "You don't touch me often," he muttered, the red staining his cheeks as his hand quickly rose, resting on top of yours. "You can touch me as much as you'd like. It took me a while to warm up.. but I'm warm. I'm very warm, and I'm warm because of you."

You went to reply but stopped as he moved closer towards you, his eyes resting on your lips. "Ghiaccio, do you really want me? Do you really want this?" It was always hard for you to believe that anyone would want to stay with you. You've always had issues with all relationships, so you couldn't help but question him. What if he ends up constantly cheating on you like Formaggio does? What if he starts to beat you like Prosciutto did when he was mad at you? You hated having to worry.

He stood up, shaking his head as he stormed out the room, leaving you confused and a little embarrassed. You didn't want to upset him.. why were you so bad at being a girlfriend? You had seven boyfriends, and you were fucking all seven of your relationships up. Couldn't you just get one win? You sighed, tears filling your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest.

It was only a few minutes before Ghiaccio entered the living room again, holding a dozen night rider lilies in his right hand, already in a nice red vase. The flowers were dark red and black, the beauty flowers immediately catching your attention. In his left hand, he held a black card and a set of keys. Maybe you jumped to conclusions to hastily. You just had trust issues with these men, always feeling as if in seconds you could have a broken bone or hurt ass. Even though Ghiaccio had never once hurt you, you still held that fear in your heart.

A new confidence was in his step as he approached you, gently sitting the vase down in front of you. "For the past three months, I've been buying you flowers. I always get nervous and back out of giving them to you, I've killed so many fucking flowers. I just.. I'm not trying to buy your love or anything! I just want to be your boyfriend. Do you get what I'm saying?" He sat back down next to you, turning his body fully towards you.

"You're murdering flowers?" You questioned, getting a groan in response, his dark eyes squinting as he glared at you. Okay.. no time for you stupid jokes. He was clearly in no mood to joke around. "You don't need to worry about giving me stuff unless you dump me. I'll always be your girlfriend." That was your reality. You're learning to accept it.

He shook his head. "I want to take care of you, so I will be taking care of you now. You'll accept what I give you because you know I'm doing it because I want to." His voice was calm, his left hand placing a black card and a set of keys on the table. "Here's a credit card with no limit, and here's a pair of keys to my home as well as my car. You'll take them with you, and you'll carry the card in your wallet and use it."

Arguing with him would be pointless, so you would take the card and let it sit in your underwear drawer, right where Prosciutto and Melones cards sat. You didn't need the money, Risotto didn't charge you rent for living at the base. You offered once, and he gave you a really dirty look. His glare alone could shut you up. Never once had you had any issues with Risotto, and you hoped that it would stay that way.

"Okay," you replied, nodding your head a little. Maybe with Ghiaccio, your approach would be to just say yes. You could trust him well enough, it seemed, and Melone always tells you that you should trust Ghiaccio more. If Melone likes him so much, then you probably will, too. "Thank you, Ghiaccio. The flowers are nice, I like them."

Showing your approval was important, letting the men know that you were happy and pleased was all that some of them seemed to want. It was kindness, and maybe you should open your heart to their kindness a little more.

A rare smile appeared on his lips, his head nodding. "Good, I'm glad to hear that. And make sure that card is used, I don't want you spending your own money. Spend mine." He nodded, standing back up, extending his hand towards you. "Would you like to accompany me to my bedroom beautiful?" His tone was soft, the usual anger and base in his voice completely gone.

You reached out your hand, his hand immediately wrapping around yours as he pulled you to your feet. This felt different, your nerves taking over as he guided you into his bedroom. Slowly, his other hand rested on your ass, rubbing your left cheek with such gentle care that it sent chills down your spine as he led you into his candle-lit bedroom.

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Chapter 32 - 5 Month Mark to Forever |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, threats. MA.

Ghiaccio's POV

Ghiaccio assumed that he would just be picking you up and taking you to his place this Saturday, his hand gripping your bag as he stood by the door, his eyes on his capo, Risotto. "What is it?" His eyes darted over to you, a small smirk on your lips as you kept your eyes on Risotto. Something weird definitely was going on, considering how pleased you looked.

"Risotto has amazing news," you said, your voice smooth, almost giddy. "He was waiting to say it. It's just a quick something before we go." Your eyes suddenly landed on Melone, who was watching you carefully in his seat right by Risottos.

Melone wore a confused expression on his face, his thin eyebrows pulled into a low scowl as he studied your face, attempting to read you. "What's the news, boss?" He muttered to Risotto, keeping his eyes on your face.

Prosciutto and Formaggio sat next to Melone, Illuso, and Pesci being sat across. Everyone seemed to be here despite it being Saturday morning. Did Risotto call everyone here? Now Ghiaccio was starting to grow worried.

"I'll allow you to say it," Risotto muttered as he leaned back in his chair, red eyes scanning the room. "Go on and tell them. The decision is final regardless."

"Oh God, what is it?" Pesci questioned, panic filling his wide eyes. "Are you pregnant?"

Illuso let out a laugh, a wide grin appearing on his lips. "It ain't mine, so I'm good. I'm sure I'll be a good uncle and stepfather."

"She's not pregnant," snapped Prosciutto, giving Pesci and Illuso a glare. "She's on the pill."

You rolled your eyes, stepping forward, leaving Ghiaccio to stand by the front door all by himself. Goddamnit, he just wanted to take you to his home and celebrate these past five months with you. Sharing you with six other men was was fucking annoying. He'd rather just share you with Melone and Pesci only.

"So, who's going to start taking me on side missions with them?" You questioned, causing the room to fall silent. "Because I got approved. I can go with you all to beat people up. I will now be throwing the punches."

"You will be in the car and following behind," added in Risotto, raising his eyebrows at you. "Stop saying you're going to throw punches. I'll take the deal off the table and put you back on computers permanently."

"She did knock Formaggio out cold before," Illuso added in, his eyes scanning you up and down, a grin creeping on his lips. "I'll take you. You can join me when I go, and when Formaggio and I go, then so can you."

Ghiaccio blinked, sitting down your bag by the door, unable to process what was going on. From his understanding, you were their girlfriend, and despite the fact that you had a stand, you were going to stay working behind the scenes. Because you were their girlfriend. Girlfriend meaning that you needed to be fucking protected and away from the violence of their job. Goddamnit, why was Risotto suddenly allowing you to tag along? He didn't like this one bit. This would put you in danger.

Formaggio scoffed, "I let her knock me out. Fuck it, we'll start taking her with us. She can tag along and stand behind us." He shrugged, letting his eyes land on you. "You gotta listen to us."

"This is complete bullshit," spat out Prosciutto, his hands balling into fists. "She literally runs away when I punish her. She can't handle what we do."

"I only left because I can't punch you in your fucking face like I want," you replied calmly, a huff escaping Ghiaccio's lips as Prosciuttos head snapped towards you. "Next time I'm going to punch you." Goddammit, you just couldn't help yourself. Saying things like this to Prosciutto was a bad idea, and despite that you still mouthed off to him.

As Prosciutto went to stand, Risotto stopped him, his arm extending as he pushed Prosciutto back down onto the leather. "Both of you stop it," snapped Risotto, his voice growing dark. "You two need to fucking get along. No more fighting. We are supposed to be a fucking family. Act like it."

The authority in Risottos' voice caused you and Prosciutto to back down, the two of you looking away to stare at the ground. You and Prosciutto seemed destined to never get along, never being able to surpass a week without an argument breaking out. Ghiaccio felt bad, seeing you having to force a relationship that you didn't want. Did you even want him? He wasn't that much of a jack ass. He felt as if he treated you fairly well.

"She could get hurt," Melone muttered, eyes darkening as he stared at the ground. "Does she even know how to shoot a gun?"

"She can shoot a gun," Pesci blurted out, causing your mouth to slightly hang open, forming a perfect 'o' as you stared at him with disbelief. "Uh.. I mean. I think she can." He went to quickly get up, only to be stopped by Melone leaning forward, placing his hand on his leg. "I'm sorry, Y/N!" He covered his face with his hands, clearly hiding something.

Aside from Pesci, who was hiding his face, you had six pairs of eyes on you. Even Ghiaccio glared at you, wondering what in the fuck you could possibly be hiding. Well, you had a life before them, clearly you knew how to shoot a gun. Perhaps Luca taught you.

"Did you really think that Pesci put like, three bullets in that guy?" You spoke suddenly, causing a quick laugh to immediately escape Formaggios lips. "He always shoots twice, and he always shoots in the head."

How did you know how Pesci fucking shot people!? Ghiaccio shared no parts of his work life with you, despite you knowing and being active he didn't feel comfortable sharing his criminal activities with his girlfriend. He did not want to fucking scare you, he was so scared of you fearing him. All along it turns out, you really weren't scared of them. You weren't fucking scared of their crimes. In fact, it seemed like you wanted to be involved.

Why? He couldn't understand why you wanted to be involved, why you wanted to get your hands stained red just as theirs were. The men were fine with you working from home. All seven of the men were fine with providing for you and letting you presume any little hobby you had. Couldn't you learn how to bake or sew? For fucks sake, couldn't you take up fencing? Protesting would be pointless, it was clear the decision had already been made. Did Risotto want you to get killed? This was beyond fucked up.

"Are you going to punish her?" Prosciutto questioned, voice low as he turned towards Risotto. "She just admitted to killing someone without telling us. She probably forced Pesci into lying as well."

"I did not force him," you added in, "I begged." Illuso let out a sigh, shaking his head at you as he put his finger to his lips, indicating that maybe you needed to shut up. Melone and Prosciutto seemed very pissed off. They weren't keeping quiet about it like Ghiaccio was.

"The only reason I took her was because she shot two men dead in front of me. Her stand also stitched up my head that was busted open," Risotto spoke, his eyes on Prosciutto. "She can ride along with Illuso and Formaggio. She isn't riding along with you, so it isn't any of your concerns. My decision is final."

"Why?" Melone muttered. "Why are you doing this to us? I fucking love her Risotto! If she fucking dies out their then so help me God I will die too!" He snapped, causing you to snap your head towards him.

"Hey, stop being dramatic!" You snapped back at him, squinting your eyes at him. "If you do that, then I'll have to come back to life and die again."

Pesci suddenly raised his head, his eyes landing on you. A look of pure confusion was spread across his face as he stared at you. "What does that even mean!? You aren't making any sense!" He spoke in a panic, his words slightly jumbled. "I-I, goddammit! She didn't force me to lie! She just.. she.. she didn't get hurt! She knows how to kill!"

Ghiaccio wanted to speak up and side with Prosciutto, especially considering he wasn't on board with this. Today marks five months of you being on the team, and tonight, he planned on seeing if you wanted to take that final step. Aside from Melone giving him a few blowjobs and him pleasuring himself, he hadn't had sex in seven years. He was fucking nervous, and he wasn't going to fuck that up by siding with Prosciutto right in front of you.

"I'll be fine," you replied, brushing Pesci off with a simple shoulder shrug, causing him to just stare at you with a frantic look in his eyes. "You all should worry less. It's so annoying. How about you instead find a reason to be happy about this?" You just.. you weren't like anyone he's ever fucking met. You were.. something else, for fucks sake.

"Girl, you aren't helping your case," Formaggio snapped lightly at you, keeping his voice filled with an ounce of sweetness. "Illuso and I will train her and take good care of her."

Melone scoffed, his glare setting on Formaggio. "You and Illuso take terrible care of her. You'll get her killed!" Suddenly, his eyes set on you. "You'll come with Ghiaccio and I."

Before Ghiaccio could make a statement, you stepped forward. "I would much prefer Illuso and Formaggio."

"Are you fucking serious?" He questioned, his hands balling into tight fists. "Are you seriously going against me? I said you're teaming with Ghiaccio and I."

Pesci went to speak, but Illuso lightly smacked his arm, shaking his head. "Nah, Pesci, we can't get involved if these two fight," he heard Illuso whisper to Pesci. "We gotta stay the fuck out of this."

Ghiaccio silently agreed, stepping back slightly, keeping his eyes warily on Melone in case he did decide to hurt you. He wouldn't let you get hurt, but would Melone ever dare to hurt you? No, he was possessive and clingy, but in no way was he abusive towards you.

"I actually want to learn something. You'll hold me back. Illuso and Formaggio will actually train me," you replied, causing Melones jaw to instantly lock. Oh fuck, why in the hell did you fucking insult him like that? Ghiaccio wanted to put a muzzle over your goddamn mouth! "Look at the time, hm? Looks like I gotta go." You turned away, walking towards the front door.

"Melone isn't done speaking to you, girl," Prosciutto snapped, his glare resting on Risotto. "Can we please privately discuss this in your office?"

Risotto nodded once, "it won't change my decision." He stood up, giving you once last glance before he turned away, walking down the hallway. He had no footsteps. His steps were always so silent. Prosciutto followed, deciding to keep his eyes off of you, heavy footsteps stomping down the hall.

The sudden slam of Risottos office door caused Pesci to jump slightly, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. Despite the room being two less, the tension was still extremely thick, causing Ghiaccio to just want to grab you and leave.

"Nag nag nag," you muttered under your breath as you walked across the wooden floor, the door now inches away from your grasp.

Melone let out a low laugh, shaking his head. His laugh was unsettling, causing Ghiaccio to shift uncomfortably by the door. Goddamnit, why did he always act so fucking creepy? "That's fine.. it's fine to not listen to me. I'll see you Monday, I love you." The whites of his knuckles were showing, his teeth clinching together.

The look on your face was one of panic, only Ghiaccio being able to see your face. Ever so slightly, his head tilted to the side as he watched the panic leave your face as you turned around, you forcing your face to go blank. Hm.. did Melone scare you? He should watch the two of you more. "Well, I can go with you some days." Formaggio snorted, causing you to glare at him.

"What?" He questioned, a grin appearing on his lips. "Don't be spineless. Are you going to let Melone walk all over you? Looks like you are our little girl, hm?" The words were harmless child's play, just Formaggio joking around with you as he always does, but it was clear his words pissed you off.

"Fuck you and Melone," you snapped suddenly, Melone instantly standing up. "I am in control of myself!"

Melone walked towards you slowly, his hands unballing, fingers slightly tucked in as he made his way towards you. "What is your fucking problem today? You don't act like this. This isn't how you act." As he stepped over to you, he got in your face, leaning down to meet you eye length. "Did I do something to you? Do I deserve your disrespect?"

"Do I deserve to be treated like a child?" You questioned back, staring up at him. The stiffness in your body was straight as a board, your eyes hard but close to breaking. When it came to defending yourself against the men, you did a good job, but Ghiaccio's never seen you have to defend yourself against Melone. Usually, he was doing whatever he could to please you, not getting in your face and expressing his disappointment with you.

"I see how you wanna be," muttered Melone, shaking his head. "You hate me for wanting to protect you? Fine. I'll just give you space. Since you fucking hate me all of a sudden. I guess I'm not strong enough to train you. I guess I'm not man enough for you." Despite the calmness in his voice, he could sense a deep anger behind each of his words.

"Melone, it isn't like -" you began, only to be cut off by the sound of him walking out the door, slamming the door shut behind him. You let out a huff, turning your attention towards Formaggio. "I didn't really mean fuck you."

"Nah, you're gonna fuck me," Formaggio replied, your eyes squinting as you crossed your arms over your chest. "Wait. No, I'm gonna fuck you. You don't get to do the fucking around here little lady."

Illuso snickered, smacking Pescis thigh. "Hey Pesci, do you fuck Y/N or does Y/N fuck you? Does she ride you?"

"Leave him alone," you snapped, shaking your head as you turned your attention towards Illuso. "He doesn't want to talk about sex. Talk to him about boats, not sex!"

Formaggio scoffed, followed up by an eye roll from Illuso. Ghiaccio was ready to fucking go, having to sit back here in silence as he always does grows very annoying. The men have no respect for his relationship with you due to the fact that he hasn't slept with you yet. Aside from Melone and Pesci, the other men would ignore him or brush them off when it came to matters concerning you. All that was about to change tonight.

"You're in trouble," Illuso spoke, a grin appearing on his lips. "He's never gotten onto you like that before. Looks like you might be getting in trouble when you see Melone again."

Ghiaccio almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. Despite Melone being very angry with you, he loved you too much to ever lay his hands on you. The most prized possession in Melones life was you. He wouldn't dare lay an improper hand on you. He just rolled his eyes, leaning down to pick back up your bag off the ground.

"Let's go Y/N," Ghiaccio snapped, grabbing the doorknob, yanking the front door open. "What's done is done. It can be discussed on Monday! We're all off this weekend so let's be fucking off!" The fact that they're still standing here annoyed him, he was ready to have you to himself.

"Bye guys," you muttered, walking out the front door, Ghiaccio following behind you. The nervousness he felt over tonight as well as the entirety of this weekend engulfed him, silence falling over him as he opened his passenger seat for you, guiding you into his car.

Fuck.. he hoped that he could please you. That he could make you cum and possibly lay on his chest afterwards so he could caress your cheek as you fell asleep in his arms. All he wanted was for you to like him suddenly, and he couldn't believe that. He couldn't believe that he was finding himself falling in love again. Goddamnit, this was so fucking terrifying. He waa really starting to want this to work so badly.

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Chapter 31 - Sour |Prosciutto x Reader|

Warning: strong/vulgar language, threats, strong sexual situations. MA.

Prosciuttos POV

Four fucking days.. You've given Prosciutto four fucking days of silence, despite him flooding your phone with text after text and fall after call. He felt his blood boiling, heart rapidly skipping a beat as his thumb swiftly raced across his phone keyboard, harassing you with another text.

You can't keep ignoring me Y/N. I am your boyfriend. I know you're at Melone's place. I always know where you're at. Call me. Text me. Just stop fucking ignoring me. We need move past this. Be fucking mature. Stop acting like such a little girl.

He sent the text through, hoping that I would get your attention. The other 20 messages and 15 calls didn't, but maybe take would. Maybe with this text right here, he could get you back to acting according. A little discipline was necessary. You are a taken girl, and you will act as such. Tight pants and a bratty attitude were not something that he would accept from you. Being a good and submissive girl should be your main concern. This was not good and fucking submissive.

"Maybe start by saying sorry," Formaggio replied, an annoyed sigh immediately escaping Prosciuttos lips as he tilted his head slightly upwards, Formaggio standing behind him as he read his text. "Can I help you? Let me text her man. I got you." He grinned, flashing his pearly white teeth.

He would not admit how desperate he was to get a reply back, but in a small way, he way. You were supposed to be the girl who couldn't leave him. The girl who couldn't leave him at the alter or divorce him after two months or take his fucking kid away from him. NO. Another loss was something that his heart couldn't handle, he wanted you to forget about your punishment and just talk to him. It wasn't that harsh, he was close to picking a few switches. Now that would have been harsh.

He sighed again, actually handing his phone over to Formaggios awaiting hand. Despite him knowing that Formaggio was the one that snapped your two fingers, he also knew that you ran to him after Prosciutto pubished you. Maybe you had a close relationship with him. It's not like he paid much attention to your relationships with the other men. The only romantic relationship that was his concern was the one that he had with you, and that relationship was a sinking ship.

The phone raised to Formaggios face, faint light reflecting off his tanned face as hid thumb rapidly typed. "She'll fucking love this. You know, if you wouldn't of called and Illuso wasn't over at my house I probably never would have guessed what happened. Her coming to my house was a way to cover your ass."

Prosciutto scoffed. "Why would I need my ass covered? I see no problem with disciplining her, and I know for a fact that you agree with me." He scowled, feeling more annoyed when Formaggios grin turned into a cocky smirk. Covering his ass? Please! You should have covered your ass better! "Goddamnit, wipe that jackass smirk off your face!"

"Melone and Illuso were about to get you," he muttered, his tone teasing. "Just.. we need to be careful with her. And also.. send! She will definitely text you back now." The snicker that came out of Formaggios' lips afterward brought out instant worry as Prosciutto snatched his phone back, reading the text.

The punishment you received is something that I would like to permanently move on from. I miss you so so so so so much, and I'll keep sending you texts. Aa, as a matter of fact, if you don't come over here to see me in 35 mins, I'm going to become desperate and go through your room. Do you want that? Let us move past this nonsense at once. Also, nice tits. Xoxo.

Prosciutto reread the text a few times, immediately regretting giving Formaggio the phone. Damn it.. he should have known he would jack ass this up! As he was close to yelling, he suddenly froze, your name popping up on the screen, his phone ringing in his hands. It actually fucking worked?

"Yeah.. I know. I'm pretty good," Formaggio muttered, patting Prosciuttos shoulder. "Maybe try and be nice to her? Girls kind of like it when you don't abuse them. We're in the same boat with her." He shrugged as he left, leaving a faintly warmth behind on Prosciuttos shoulder before he answered the phone, pressing it against his ear.

"What's up?" You said, the casualness in your tone pissing him off. "You can go through my room if you want. How have you been?" What kind of sick and twisted game were you playing with his head? Why didn't you sound fucking angry!? For days he had been ignored by you!

"Do we have any problems?" He questioned, his voice demanding. As his girlfriend you don't have the fucking right to ignore him. "I've been texting and calling you, waiting to fucking see you."

"Why do you need to see me?" You questioned. Alright.. he's had enough. "You and I should break up."

A tightness filled his chest, his jaw locking into place as he felt his free hand ball into a tight fist. What be feared the most was already happening, despite you not having the power to leave them, you were still trying to fucking leave him. "You have 35 minutes to come to the base and meet me privately in your room. Failure to show up will result in me coming to get you myself."

"Are you serious?" You muttered. "Come on Prosciutto."

"30 minutes now," he snapped, slamming his phone on the ground. The phone smashed into a dozen pieces, scattering across the floor as he stood up, walking down the hallway and towards your room. You better fucking come meet him.

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You entered your room 40 minutes later, entering as soon as he was about to leave to go get you. Your body slammed into his as you entered the room, his hand reaching out for your left wrist, noticing that your cast was gone and two fingers were healed.

Moving carefully, his other hand moved past your waist, locking your door. He studied your features, eyes scanning your face, looking for something. Anything. All he could sense from you was anger. Can't he make one woman happy?

"I'll give you three thousand dollars if you forgive me," Prosciutto told you, attempting a bribe. "Just drop it and never bring it up. Okay?" In the past, he would use bribes to keep his woman happy, deciding that it could also work with you. Despite you attempting to reject everything the men gave you, maybe you would accept money as a form of apology.

A low groan escaped your lips, your eyebrows pulling down into a scowl that he found quite cute. "You're the type of man that won't stop, so I'll cut you a deal. Involving no money, because I keep telling you I don't want your money. I still don't."

The fact that you kept refusing his money and gifts annoyed him, but he could have guessed that you wouldn't go for a bribe. Bribes clearly aren't going to work on you. No. That would be too easy for him. Instead of taking the money and letting this go you were going to feed him fucking bullshit. As always, you couldn't just shut the fuck up and agree.

"What is it?" He muttered, a frown appearing on his lips as he looked down at you. Instead of fucking you or having you cuddled against him he was yet again at odds with you. This permanent fight was something that he was growing tired of.

"No belt," you replied, earning an instant scoff from him. As if he would let you make that decision. "You made me bleed, and you don't even care. Fine, whatever. Just keep beating me, I hope you snap and beat me to death."

He blinked, face flashing shock before anger quickly spread again. "You ran away from me!" He yelled, causing you to turn away from him, walking over to the door. "I'll spank you if you walk out that door. Don't you dare." Never has a girl put up such a fucking fight towards him. Fuck. This was so mentally exhausting that he was close to giving in to what you wanted. This wasn't fun for him. Having you agree and be a good girl would be fucking fun.

Slowly, your feet moved across your wooden floor boards, right hand resting on the knob. "But I'm still not healed from your last spanking."

"Then I'll spank your pussy," Prosciutto replied, a low gasp escaping your lips. A smirk was fighting to appear on his lips. "I'll do it. You better get your hand off that doorknob."

As he began to slowly step towards you, your fingers fell from the doorknob. "No bribe.. no more skinny jeans. Let's just forget all this ever happened."

Finally.. a threat that made you listen to him. That would be a threat that he would keep in his back pocket, planning to use it in the near future. Knowing you, he would have to spank your ass with the belt again and he have to spank your pussy. For now, he would forgive you. You would definitely brat out if he made any attempt to hit you today.

"Good girl," he muttered, his feet stopping as he walked up behind you. Delicately, he let his fingers snake around your waist, squeezing gently. "And don't you ever fucking run off like that after a punishment. I don't like that sweetheart, so don't do it. Do you understand me?" He leg himself slightly press against you, causing you to press up against your front door. A faint smell of rose filled his nose, a low hum escaping his lips as he let his lips press against the top of your head, refusing to move.

A low huff escaped your lips, his hands running up and down your waist. "Okay, fine. Fuck. My ass still hurts Prosciutto."

The spanking that you had to endure was brutal, the most brutal one that he had ever given. Taking his belt off was supposed to make you apologize. He had no intention of whipping you with his belt. That smart mouth of yours got you in trouble, and he hoped it wouldn't get you in trouble again. Punishing you had its complications.

Since the two of you were alone and he missed you the past few days, he felt himself wanting to baby you a little. That's what he was going to do before you ran off on him. Well, since you've decided to behave, he would be a little soft towards you. After all.. you were so fucking cute, your body pressed up against his, his nose inches away from your head, taking in your sweet scent.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, baby," he muttered softly, spinning you around to face him. He let his eyes fall on your face, your eyes soft as you looked up at him. "I care for you deeply. You are my girl, okay? I only discipline you because I care so much about your safety."

Skinny jeans weren't the only reason he beat your ass. You've been very disrespectful towards him these past months, and all that disrespect adds up. He was a very powerful man. He wasn't used to a woman saying no to him, let alone one that was his. The ownership that he feels towards you is heavy. In no way would he let you slip from his fingers so easily. Grasp.. he would grasp you until your skin bruised and turned red, holding onto you for eternity. This was his new forever. You're his forever.

"Sure," you replied, voice lacking any emotion. At least you weren't going to argue with him. He could see that you were slowly starting to accept your new life. Finally. You should have adjusted months ago. "Next time I see that look in your eyes, I'm going to run before you can even get to me."

A low chuckle escaped his lips, amusement clouding any leftover anger that he had towards you. Risotto made it clear that the men could never use their stands on you, but Prosciutto could easily catch you without his stand. When you ran last time, you caught him by surprise, but now he was prepared. In his defense, he beat your ass. He expected you to be submissive afterward. In no way did he imagine you would tough out your entire spanking and run away from him. Fuck.. he was impressed. He had to silently admit to himself that he was very impressed with you.

"Don't be naughty," he muttetered, tone warning as his smirk suddenly widened. Slightly, he pulled away from you, hsnd raising to gently caress your cheek. "Can you stop hiding from me now?"

Nodding, you let your right hand wrap around his waist, showing him a rare sign of physical affection that pleased him. You should touch him more. Your touch was his ultimate craving. "I'll be back around next week. It's only Friday so it won't be long."

Prosciutto overheard that you would be spending your weekend with Ghiaccio. He didn't understand how Ghiaccio and you haven't had sex yet but still seem to have a great relationship. Despite you dating all of them, he felt a little jealously when it came to only you and Ghiaccio. How could you like a man that hasn't fucked you yet? How come he spanked you and you didn't get mad, but Prosciutto got ignored when he did it? It made him extremely jealous, but he wouldn't say anything. It wasn't his place to worry about your relationships with the other men.

That's why he never got involved. He would step back and mind his business. If Illuso or Formaggio felt the need to hit you or break your finger, then that was their right as your boyfriends. Why would he step in and correct them? As brutal as it was, it was how the men wanted to deal with you, and he accepted that. Discipline is necessary in all relationships.

"I am glad to resolve our issues. Y/N, you and I shouldn't be at odds. After all, I only punish you because I care," he told you, giving you a small smile as you raised your eyebrows at him. "I care about you a lot." Couldn't you say something that indicated you cared for him all well? Fuck. Your lack of romance towards him pissed him off.

"I care about you," you replied back, shrugging your shoulders. "I'm not here because I care. I'm here because I snuck off when Melone was in his office, and I didn't want you to show up and piss him off." Suddenly, you let a smirk creep onto your lips. "You know, Melone says he's always watching me, but as soon as he gets in his office, I can slip away. He doesn't even know I'm gone."

Prosciutto let out a small laugh, but only to play along. Despite him calling for you to come to him, he disapproved of you sneaking away from the men. Even if it was Melone, your lack of respect should get you spanked, but nothing would happen. He certainly wouldn't get involved. Having you back on his good side until he figured out how to control you was a good idea. He had a lot of thinking to do, that was for damn sure.

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Chapter 29 - Willing to Forgive, Definitely Won't Forget |Soft Yandere Melone x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong language, nudity [forced]. MA.

"I am so sorry that I've been lying to you," you told Melone as soon as he closed your bedroom door. "I didn't want to lie to you. I did it because I didn't want you to attack Formaggio or Prosciutto, I don't want you getting hurt." You spoke quickly, immediately letting him know what you truly didn't mean to lie to him. You loved Melone and wanted to keep him safe.

Melone locked your bedroom door, making you nervous. When Prosciutto locks your door, it usually means you're about to get beat. Was he really going to spank you for lying to him? Your ass still hurt so bad from last night. You only lied to protect him. You didn't want him making enemies with the other men.

"It's okay, baby," he muttered, sighing as he turned to face you, tears in his eyes. "Baby.. you need to be honest with me. How badly did he hurt you? Please just let me see it, I want to see. What if you get an infection and die?" He looked genuinely worried, tears now rolling down his face. "I need to know."

No way in hell were you going to pull down your fucking pants in front of him and show him your bruised ass, the thought of it making your cheeks heat up slighly. It was so hard being comfortable seen naked, you've never just been naked around someone.

"No," you replied softly, his head dropping. "It's.. I don't want you to have to see that. I'm fine, I promise. You don't need to worry." You weren't in any pain right now due to the pain pills that Formaggio gave you. He only gave you a few, saying he doesn't want you to get addicted, so you've been rationing them out.

"I'm sorry baby, I hate to do this," he muttered. He quickly stepped towards you, hands wrapping around your waist as he spun you around. He pulled your pants down before you could stop him, your cast making your left hand useless as you tried to smack his hands away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kept repeating as he pulled down your underwear.

Tears filled your eyes, your face turning completely red. You weren't surprised, but you still felt humiliated. "I didn't want you to see!" You yelled at him, bending down to quickly pull up your pants, but he stopped you, his grasp weak, hands shaking. You could easily pull away.. but you didn't. It was too late anyways, pulling away would be pointless.

"Because you knew how fucking bad it was!" He yelled back suddenly, letting you go. "I can't.. I.. I.." you heard his footsteps trailing off, causing you to immediately turn around. "I'll beat the fuck out of him."

You pulled your pants up quickly, a low whimper escaping your lips as your underwear and pants rubbed against your ass. "Please don't!" That caused him to freeze up by the door, his back turned towards you. "Please! If you do, I'll never talk to you again!"

"What?" He muttered, his tone going dark, almost dangerous. "You'll never talk to me again? Are you fucking kidding me? You're my girlfriend!" He yelled, turning back to face you. "You will be my wife one day, how dare you say you'll never speak to me again!"

You looked down, the sudden aggression in his voice causing you to go silent. Are all seven of your boyfriends violent men? Did their lifestyle really fuck them up that badly? You're starting to feel trapped, like you can't speak freely or be yourself anymore.

Softly, his black dress shoes tapped against your floor, creeping towards you. "I'm not trying to make you sad, I'm sorry. I just love you so much, and I can't stand seeing those jack asses destroy you." He wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you towards him. "Please don't be mad at me. I wouldn't hurt you."

It was difficult for you to say your true feelings out loud. You didn't want to express your love and one day get hurt, you didn't want for him to know how much you loved him, but you felt like him knowing that you loved him would make him calm down. You needed to tell him something that would make him calm down and not attack Prosciutto. You didn't want to cause violence amongst the group. The men fighting each other was something you did not want. You wanted all seven of the men to get along.

"I love you the most, and I loved you first," you replied. Melone likes honesty. That's exactly what you were going to give him. "I want all seven of you getting along and not physically fighting each other. You need to take into consideration that I'm stuck with Prosciutto. I want to be with you, but I'm stuck with Prosciutto, so I just have to tough it out. And you can't go hitting the other men. That stresses me out. I want you safe. Please, Melone."

You let your arms wrap around him, hugging his slender body, hoping that he wouldn't do anything drastic. You loved him, and you found yourself making excuses for his actions. Melone was really good to you, he was a great boyfriend, so you could talk him down instead of get mad at him. He deserved your love, not your anger.

"It's so good to hear that you actually want to me with me. Even if you're lying to me, I don't care, I'm so happy to hear it," he replied, voice soft as his arms wrapped around you, cool hands running up and down your back. "I want to beat the shit out of Prosciutto, but you are right. I am sad that you won't let me defend you, but I understand why. I'll keep my distance from him until I'm able to talk to him once more."

"I never wanted to lie to you in the first place," you told him. Lying to him was hard, and you regretted it, but you would lie to him if it meant protecting him. "If I lie, it's to protect you, Melone. Me loving and wanting you isn't a lie. I'm in love with you, and I love Pesci. The others are okay, and I care for them."

"Do you like Ghiaccio? He's a really good guy." Melone rested his chin on top of your head, a low sigh escaping his lips. "You need to come to me. Come to Ghiaccio. Come to Pesci. Do you really need to go to Formaggio or Illuso when you feel unsafe? You need to go to someone who won't hurt you."

You and Formaggio were starting to grow a friendship before he ended up breaking your fingers. You still found that friendship forming again, but you were cautious. At the end of the day, Formaggio had still cheated on you and hurt you, so you'll never let yourself fall in love with him. Like is as far as you'll go. Maybe if you ever get hurt again, you should just go to a hotel. Your boyfriends seem to make situations worse.

"I like Ghiaccio." You did like Ghiaccio. He was a good boyfriend to you. The two of you haven't moved past the making out stage yet, but you weren't going to pressure him for sex. He could take all the time he needed. You knew his situation with losing his fiancé and unborn child seven years ago. You were fine with him wanting to move slow. He was good to you, and his temper didn't bother you. He yelled, but he never made you feel unsafe.

Maybe Melone was right. Also, should you really run off to a hotel when you have boyfriends willing to actually treat you well and protect you? Shouldn't you be leaning on them more? It felt wrong running off to stay somewhere alone while being in relationships. Maybe you shouldn't consider that option. It might be a bad idea to run off when a situation occurs. You feel like you could start trusting Melone fully.

Melone pulled away from you, blue eyes staring down at you, his hands staying locked around your waist. "Listen to me.. you are my entire life. You are my universe, my reason for existence." His eyes landed on your lips. "You're my soulmate."

You stood on your tip-toes, planting a soft kiss on his lips, pink immediately dusting across his cheeks, a wide smile forming on his soft lips. "I love you, and you are my favorite. I'm going to be spending the night with you as soon as possible so we can spend some alone time together." You wanted to perk up his mood. You hated seeing him so stressed out and pained over you.

"Where are you staying tonight?" He muttered. "You need to be taken care of. You're hurt. I need to take care of you."

You were supposed to stay with him anyways, you were only going to stay with Illuso a second night because of the lie. "I need to go see Pesci, and then I'll just go to your place afterward." Illuso wouldn't mine, considering you already spent plenty of time with him last night, despite most of that time being him sitting in silence. He seemed off.. you wondered what he was thinking.

"Call me when you are done at Pesci's, then I will come pick you up," he said, squinting his eyes at you as you shot him a dissatisfied glare. "You aren't walking to my house, I may be only a 10 minute walking distance away from Pesci's place, but you're hurt. You aren't walking in this condition."

You were in no mood to argue with Melone, and you also didn't really feel like walking today. "Fine. I'll call you when I'm done."

He smiled, leaning down, placing a small kiss on the tip of your nose. "Thank you, baby. I'll take you to see Pesci now. You don't need to rush. Take your time talking with him."

You nodded. You were going to apologize to Pesci. You felt terrible for talking to him so poorly. He wasn't the one you should be talking to like that. You just wanted to keep him out of all the drama. You needed to hurry up and go to him, try and make things right. You hoped that he wasn't upset with you.

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Chapter 28 - Lies Float to Surface |Soft Yandere Melone x Reader|

Warning: strong/violent language, threats, dark themes. MA.

Melones POV

Melone sat on the edge of your bed, your phone that you left at home on his hands. His other hand had his phone pressed up against his ear, jaw clenched as he listened to you. Something was up in the tone of your voice, in the way that you were speaking to him, something happened to you. Someone did something to you.

"Illusos really sick," you told him, your voice lacking any life. "I need to take care of him until he's better. I can't see you or anyone else because I don't want to contaminate you with germs."

He gently sat your phone down on your bed, shaking his head. He couldn't believe it.. again, you were lying to him, right to his face. "Baby, please be honest with me. I'm tired of all of these lies. I'm not mad at you." He was mad at this situation. "I just know you're feeding me bullshit. Please stop."

"Don't worry Melone," you replied, causing his entire body to stiffen. You just kept on lying to him. "I am telling you the truth. I'm sure he'll be better in a week."

"I'll see you shortly," he mutteted suddenly, hanging the phone up as he stood up, shoving his phone in his pocket. He ignored the vibration in his pocket, deciding to ignore it as he left your room, walking into the base. He let his eyes land on Formaggio. "Tell me what happened to Y/N. She went to your house first yesterday." He saw that on his tracker he had on you.

Formaggio looked up from his laptop, his face blank, eyes landing on Melone. "She just came to see me yesterday. What's the big deal?"

"She never goes to see you," replied Melone, eyes narrowing as he looked at Prosciutto, who was sitting next to Formaggio. "Wasn't she supposed to stay here with you last night, Prosciutto? Why would she leave you to go stay with Formaggio? Did you drop her off?" He knew you walked to Formaggios house. The tracker that he had on you detected speed. He just wanted to catch them in a lie.

Prosciutto gave him a hard glare as his hard blue eyes met his. His usual neatly done hair was hanging freely, his blonde stringy hair neatly resting on his shoulders. Visible bags were under his eyes, and as he looked down, he noticed that Prosciuttos right palm was bruised on the inside. "She walked to Formaggios house. She wanted to stay with him instead."

Pesci walked into the room, sitting next to Ghiaccio, who was busy on his computer. "She sounded weird when I talked to her this morning. I think that Illuso might be getting her sick. Do you think he has the flu?" Sweet Pesci.. he immediately believed your lie. He really was a sweet boyfriend to you, and that made Melone love and respect Pesci for being good to you. You deserved to be treated like a fucking queen.

"Illuso was really sick when he called Y/N and told her, but I can drop off some medicine by the front door later. I'm sure she'll be fine," Formaggio told Pesci. "I think Illuso ate some bad takeout. He keeps getting from these disgusting places. He was bound to get food poisoning eventually."

"Then it's not contagious," Melone replied, a smile forming on his lips. Perfect. "I'm going to go stop by Illusos' house right now and see her. Just to see if she's okay."

Formaggio raised his eyebrows slightly, hiding the regret on his face, but Melone could see it. He could see right through all the lies now. "I'm sure she's fine. Why go do that?"

"Maybe I should go with you," Ghiaccio suddenly added in, keeping his eyes on his laptop. "In case their are any problems, because all this is fucking weird! You jackasses did something her!"

"What?" Pesci questioned, panic spreading over his face. "What do you mean by that?"

Prosciutto sighed, standing up. "I'll just come out and say it since you're close to finding out." He walked over to stand in front of Melone, a look of worry spreading across Formaggios face. "Y/N decided to go out in public wearing revealing clothes, so I spanked her for it. That's all, I just spanked her. She got mad at me for it and went to Formaggio's."

Melones hands balled into fists, his eyes hard as he glared at Prosciutto. "And you all decided to lie about it? To cover it up like you covered up breaking her fingers and giving her a concussion? Because I know you did."

As Melone raised his fist to Prosciutto, Ghiaccio's hand shot up, grabbing his fist. "Don't punch him, Melone. Just relax, don't get violent." He stood up as he kept a hold on his fist, walking around the couch to pull him away from Prosciutto. "How badly did you do it? A few smacks over her jeans? She didn't run away from me when I spanked her. Clearly you fucking beat her."

"You spanked her?" Formaggio questioned, sounding shocked. "At least pull down her jeans when you spank her. Embarrass her a little!" Melone shot him a glare. "My bad, my bad. I was just saying, cause she has a nice ass." He took out his phone, his eyes dropping, thumb rapidly moving.

Melone pulled away from Ghiaccio gently, patting his back before walking over to Formaggio, snatching his phone out of his hand. He held his phone up to his face, anger flashing across his face as he read the unsent text that was being sent to Illusos phone.

:( Everyone knows. Including Melone. Y/N, you need to go hide or some shit because Melone and maybe Ghiaccio are coming to confront you abo

"Are you fucking serious?" Melone questioned, his heart suddenly sinking at the sudden realization that you were the one lying to him. Prosciutto admitted what he did so easily.. you were the one that was covering up their abuse. You were hiding the truth from him. "She's the one that's been lying. She's been covering for all of you. She's been lying to me, and I bet that she told you to lie Formaggio. Didn't she? She told you to help her cover this."

Formaggio gently took his phone away from Melone. "Nah, she would never lie to you. Why would she lie to you?"

"Send that message to her and I'll spank you!" Melone snapped, causing Formaggio to sit his phone down.

"Stop flirting with me, Melone," Formaggio replied, a smirk appearing on his face. "Nows not the time to come onto me. Maybe later, but not now."

Melones face instantly heated up, his body turning away from Formaggio. "I am not!" He snapped, feeling embarrassed. Damn it, he did that to throw him off! "Listen.. just stop beating her! How can you watch her cry!? How can you cause her pain!? She's our girlfriend, we're supposed to protect her!"

As he said that the front door of the base opened, you stepped in, causing Melone to completely freeze. He didn't expect you to actually come over here. He expected that you would hide out at Illusos until the physical wounds were more than likely healed. As soon as he heard the door close, he rushed over to you without thinking, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you away from the door.

You looked around, your eyes reading the room before your eyes finally landed on Formaggio. "Blue or black?" You asked him, your voice calm. What the fuck? Were you fucking communicating in secret right in front of him!?

"Way beyond black," Formaggio replied. "Blame Prosciutto, I said nothing."

You looked over at Prosciutto, giving him a blank stare before turning your attention towards Melone. "Whatever you heard.. it doesn't matter. I'm fine, I came here to see you."

"You came here to see me?" Melone repeated, giving you a glare, his grip on your left wrist extremely loose. He suddenly had an idea. "I know about your fingers. I know the truth. You've been lying to me about that?"

You pulled away from him, stepping back a few paces. "I.. who fucking said something!? You assholes!" Yeah.. he caught you, he finally caught you. Was he going to punish you? Hell no. He was bluffing, why would he ever spank you? You're a good girl, he would never punish you, even for lying. He knew that it wasn't your fault.

"You're the asshole who said something," Formaggio replied. "You just told on yourself. Didn't I tell you Melone was smarter than all of us?"

You looked completely dumbfounded, a low, nervous laugh escaping your lips. "Damn. Well, how about we all just forget about this? This is too much drama. Let's just throw it away."

"No," Pesci muttered, standing up, walking to stand next to Prosciutto. "Y/N.. this isn't right. If we keep ignoring this, then one day, you could get beaten into a coma. You could die." You shrugged, a frown forming on his lips. "Don't shrug. This is a serious matter."

"You.. will drop it," you replied, your tone threatening, dominant. It was a tone that you never used. You never showed dominance towards the men. You defended yourself, but you never commanded them. "You're going to listen to me, and you're going to drop it now."

"No," Pesci replied, his body stiffening, but his tone suddenly lost all base. "I'm not going to drop it." He looked like he was about to crack.

"I said drop it," you snapped at him, the sudden aggression in your voice surprising all five of the men.

Pesci looked down, walking past you in a hurry and right out the door. "Sorry," he muttetered as he gently shut the door.

"Don't fucking talk to him like that," Prosciutto snapped suddenly at you, seeming offended by how you talked to Pesci.

"You of all people don't get to tell me how to talk to Pesci," you snapped back. "I actually treat Pesci right. You wouldn't know about treating someone right."

Prosciutto stepped towards you, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you actually think you're making any of us happy? Do you think you're actually a good girlfriend?"

"She makes me happy," Formaggio quickly spoke up. "She's a good girlfriend to me."

"Speak for yourself, Prosciutto," Ghiaccio snapped, his glare deadly. "Don't speak for me and try and fuck up my relationship with her!"

"She's perfect," Melone muttered. He was silently happy to see Formaggio and Ghiaccio defending you for once.

"You broke her fingers because she's a cunt," Prosciutto snapped, glaring at you, causing Melone's entire body to stiffen further. Prosciutto needed to leave, because Melone was close to attacking him. "I don't feel bad about last night. The only mistake I made was not beating you more."

You smirked. You actually smirked. Melone was ready to punch Prosciutto and defend you, but you didn't even seem mad. You seem amused. "I know why you're really mad. And that makes me happy. Because I know how you really feel, and I'll never feel it back. I look at you, and I only wish the time would pass because I don't want to be around you."

Prosciutto blinked a few times, actually seeming to be taken back by what you said to him. "Well.. fine. We don't need to be together then. Fuck you. And fuck this relationship." He walked past you, his shoulder brushing past yours as he walked out the front door, slamming it shut.

You looked over at Formaggio, then at Ghiaccio, then finally at Melone. "Well, wasn't that fun?" You were being sarcastic, your annoyed expression telling them just how much fun you were actually having, which was none at all.

"That was not fun!" Melone snapped. "Pull down your pants and underwear, show us how badly you're hurt!"

"Wow," you replied, throwing your hands up. "I'm not doing that. My ass is fine. Right Formaggio? It wasn't that bad. So drop it."

Formaggio looked down, scratching the side of his head. "I mean, I.. it was pretty brutal to see. Illuso flipped out and threatened to beat up Prosciutto. But I cleaned her up last night, and I checked this morning, and she's starting to heal."

"What about next time?" Melone questioned, shaking his head. Nothing was resolved. Nothing was fixed. "Nothing was resolved. At all. And you broke her fingers. Can you really be trusted around her? I should break your fingers!" He stepped forward, only to be grabbed by you, your hand wrapping around his, pulling him back.

"Formaggio and I have resolved our issues. We're good now. And I'm sorry I lied to you, Melone, I really am. I just didn't want you to get upset," you told him, eyes on him. "Please, Formaggio and I are on great terms. And Prosciutto is a jack ass. I'm begging you to drop it and not do anything."

Melone let out a huff, staring down at you, his heart beginning to beat rapidly. He loved you so fucking much, and despite wanting to beat up both Formaggio and Prosciutto he would have to drop it. Maybe. "Goddamnit Y/N," he muttered, looking over at Ghiaccio for support.

"Did he make you bleed?" Ghiaccio questioned.

"No," you spoke quickly, shaking your head. "No way. He didn't. Okay?"

Ghiaccio stepped towards you. "Y/N? Did he make you bleed?"

You backed away a little. "N-no." You were lying. Goddamnit, you just kept lying to them! Why!? Why won't you let him defend you!? "Drop it."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "You're lying."

"Why do you keep lying to all of us? Do you honestly believe that it's okay to lie to us?" Melone asked you, keeping his voice soft. "I just want you safe. You shouldn't be all beat up like this."

"I am sorry Melone," Formaggio suddenly said, standing up. "I've already apologized to Y/N, and I'm apologizing to you. I'll never break any bone on her body again. It was wrong of me. Alright? And I made her lie to you about it. I swear on my life."

Melone turned towards Formaggio, glaring. You squeezed his hand, still not letting him go. "I don't ca -"

"Time for a group hug, I guess," you said, interrupting Melone as you stepped in between Melone and Formaggio. You placed your hand on Melones back, your other hand on Formaggios as you attempted to push the two together. "Come on, we're hugging! Let's hug! Come on, Ghiaccio, participate."

"No," Ghiaccio snapped at you. "Fuck that."

Formaggio wrapped his arm around Melone and you, pulling you both in for a tight hug. "We should just drop this and move on, focus on work. We're a family, and sometimes, mistakes happen. Let's just all get along and continue to be that family."

"Fine, whatever," Ghiaccio muttered, walking over to his computer. He took a seat back down on the couch. "You keep demanding we drop it?! Fine!"

Melone frowned, but he hugged both you and Formaggio back. "I want to sit and talk with you privately about this. Both of you. One on one."

"Are you gonna fuck me?" Formaggio questioned, a few giggles escaping your lips, causing a small smile to appear on his lips. He liked hearing you happy. "If it comes down to it, go hard."

You pulled away from both of them, looking at Formaggio, and then at Melone. "You know, you all shouldn't just fuck me. Maybe you all should fuck each other too."

"Say what now?" Ghiaccio questioned, causing Melone to look over at him. His eyes were wide, face completely red. "What did you just fucking say!?"

"I was just kidding, babe," Formaggio replied quickly. "Melone's a hot guy and all, but I don't think I'm into dudes like that." He turned away, face going red. "Drop this conversation."

Melone nodded his head. He was on board with the idea. Considering he's sucked Formaggio off in secret a few times in the past, something the two have never admitted before. He wanted to tell you badly, but Formaggio wouldn't let him. He sucked Ghiaccio off twice before, too. Ghiaccio might be okay with him one day telling you, Ghiaccio and Melone were good friends, where Formaggio and Melone only socialize due to work. He doesn't hang out with Formaggio alone unless put on a mission with him, and those few missions in the past led to Melone blowing Formaggio while he was driving. Those were some wild times.

"One big happy family," you added in. You wore a small, teasing smirk on your face.

"Black," Formaggio mutteted under his breath.

"So you wanna talk to me alone, Melone? That sounds good. After that, I need to go find Pesci," you said, immediately changing the subject. "I don't need to talk to you, Ghiaccio. We're fine, the best of pals."

"We're not pals," Ghiaccio yelled at you. "You are my girlfriend! I told you to stop calling me your pal or buddy! Call me your boyfriend or by my name!"

You let out a laugh, turning away from Ghiaccio. "We aren't colleagues?"

"NO!" He screamed, leaning back on the couch, his glasses practically falling off of his face. "We are not fucking colleagues, we are dating!" His hand stiffly raised, pushing his square-rimmed glasses back into place.

Melone likes seeing you joke around and laugh. You are actually showing a rare side of you now. Despite all the pain that you've been through, you were still playing around. He could forgive Formaggio. Despite not wanting to forgive him, he would do it for you. Prosciutto thought.. fuck him, he would only remain professional with him because of work.

"It's just so hard to keep up," you replied sarcastically. "Formaggio is my pal."

Formaggio shrugged. "Call me what you want. My dicks big, I can handle it." Melone silently agreed. Formaggio had a nice thick cock, it was definitely bigger than Melones.

"What does that even mean?" Ghiaccio questioned, shaking his head. "Goddammit, don't call me whatever you want Y/N!"

You looked at Formaggio, nodding your head. "Alright, sure." You grabbed Melones hand again. "I just need to talk to you and Pesci. So I'll talk to you first. Because I like you the most." You're trying to get out of trouble with him. Well, it was working, considering you were in no trouble with him. It was cute that you assumed you were in trouble with him, even if he was mad at you, he wouldn't do anything but talk with you. You were his good girl. Why would he do anything to hurt you? He would never hurt you.

"You need to talk to me also, I want you to stay at my place this weekend," Ghiaccio spoke, his voice demanding. "I want you Saturday and Sunday, both days at my place!"

You shrugged. "Yeah, yeah. That sounds good." You then turned towards Melone. "I guess we should go to my room and maybe talk a little."

"Let's go," Melone muttered to you softly, letting you lead him into your room.

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Chapter 27 - A Crack in My Heart |Illuso x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong/violent language, threats, dark situations, nudity, blood. MA.

Illusos POV

Illuso felt anger rise throughout his body as he gently pulled down your pants, revealing underwear that was stained with your blood. What could you possibly have done to deserve this? "Why?" He muttered, hesitating to pull down your underwear, afraid to see the full damage.

You attempted to pull your pants up, causing Formaggio to grab your hand, refusing to grab your left hand, the cast being a reminder of what he did to you. "I'll call him once she tells us what happened. Go on, tell us." You were silent, your face blank, but Illuso could tell you were close to crying. "I'll call Melone and get him to come over here."

"He said my jeans were too tight," you replied, causing Illusos' face to go pale. He.. beat you because he didn't like the pants that you were wearing?

Illuso nodded his head, walking past you as he snatched up Formaggio phone as it rang again, answering it. "You know where she is, so come over here. Come over here so I can break your fucking nose," he snapped into the phone. "What's your fucking problem!? I saw her jeans earlier bitch, they were fine!"

"You wanna fight me!?" Prosciutto snapped into the phone. "You punched her in the face a few months ago! What's your fucking problem!? You should be thanking me for punishing her!"

"Illuso, you can't do that!" You said, attempting to actually snatch the phone away from his ear. "Just relax! Why would you care anyway!? I came here to talk to Formaggio originally!"

Illuso had this permanent label on him of being an abusive piece of shit because he punched you and allowed Formaggio to break your fingers. He never thought he'd love you this much, and now that he does, he regrets those things deeply. Despite being a violent man, he didn't want to hurt you anymore. He just wanted you to love him. He wanted you to go to him for problems.

"Just let me fucking talk to her, she left her goddamn phone and everything else over here!" Prosciutto yelled, his voice stern, pissing Illuso further off. "Let me goddamn talk to her!"

"Fuck you, Formaggio and I are gonna keep her. And we're gonna keep her as long as we want. You can't talk to her. Don't come over here or we'll go outside and handle this like men," Illuso snapped into the phone, handing the phone to Formaggio. "Make sure that he knows I'm serious."

Formaggio took the phone, pressing it up to his ear, walking down his hallway. "Yeah, I know he punched her, and I know I've done things to her too, but that's besides the point! You beat her ass that badly over jeans!? She's staying here, and you aren't coming here. Illuso is serious. He only punched her because he was drunk anyway!" He heard a door slam shut, Formaggio's voice becoming muffled as Illuso turned his attention back towards you.

He sighed.. he wasn't mad at you. Why would he be mad at you? "Baby," he muttered, "can I see how badly it is?" He didn't want to see.. he was scared to see how badly you were hurt. He didn't like this.. it made him feel sick to his stomach to know that you were beat so badly. Again. "I just.. I'm not trying to be creepy. I promise."

You turned your face and body fully away from him, you slowly peeling the bloody underwear back. His jaw instantly locked as he stared down at your bottom, eyes widening in shock at how badly Prosciutto beat you over a stupid ass pair of jeans. Your poor ass was completely red and bruised. Even your sit spots were fully red. He noticed two hand sized welts, those faintly faded underneath the much harsher belt lines across your bottom.

Tears filled his eyes, tears that he quickly wiped away. He looked closer, noticing that one belt streak that was right in the center of your ass was still bleeding. It was rubbed completely raw from your pants rubbing against it. He.. he wanted to fucking destroy Prosciutto.

"Formaggio," he called out, his voice having a shake to it. You went to pull your underwear up, but he stopped you, gently grabbing your hands. "No.. I think that he needs to see this." This.. seeing this made him never want to put his fucking hands on you ever again. How much pain were you in right now? He felt sick. He was going to break Prosciuttos fucking face.

"I just came here to hide out, okay? I just needed to get myself away from Prosciutto. All of this is unnecessary drama. You're going to get me killed," you snapped at him suddenly, but you didn't pull away from him. You stayed completely still, Formaggio rushing into the room.

"Get you killed?" He whispered, feeling completely broken up over that, considering just a month ago, he foolishly threatened to kill you. It was a mistake. He would never kill you. You're the woman he loves. "Formaggio and I won't hurt you. You're safe here, okay? Don't worry."

Formaggio stood next to Illuso, his eyes wide as he stared down at your bottom. "Go to the bathroom and soak in some warm water. I'll come check on you shortly."

"Formaggio, I don -" you began, getting instantly cut off by Formaggio.

"Now!" He yelled at you, causing you to flinch. You pulled your pants up, quickly heading towards the front door. "Hey, where do you think you're going!? Just relax and listen to me!" He rushed forward, grabbing you and yanking you back. "Let me help!"

You were tough. You were very tough. When Illuso punched you, you showed no fear, despite him almost breaking your nose. You showed no fear every time Prosciutto smacked you. And despite throwing up, you handled having your fingers snapped in half like a true fucking assassin. He's never seen you cry, despite all that, so when he saw your head drop and low sobs coming from your mouth, he immediately snatched you away from Formaggio.

"Goddamnit Formaggio, talk to her gently! She's our girlfriend, goddammit!" Illuso snapped at Formaggio, his arms wrapping around your waist. "Do you want me to just take her? I'll keep her." What was Formaggios fucking problem? This was a time to speak to you gently, not rough.

Formaggio threw his hand up, shaking his head. "My bad, my bad," he muttered, his eyes landing on you, trailing down to stare at your ass, visible concern in his eyes. "Fuck.. alright. I'm sorry Y/N. Just.. why don't you tell us what you want? How do you wanna handle this Y/N?"

Your left arm wrapped around him, your cast resting on his back. Your head was buried in his shirt, your tears soaking his shirt. "Just.. can I stay here for a few days? You two take turns, and.. I just need to kind of hide this from Melone. And I need some time away from Prosciutto."

"What about the others?" Illuso questioned, sitting down. He pulled you on his lap, having your bottom hang freely, having you sit on the back of your thighs. "You'll need to call Melone quick with an excuse. We can't really talk to him about you. He'll get suspicious." He couldn't believe he was going through with this lie, and he couldn't believe he was throwing in ideas. Fuck, was he actually giving into exactly what you were asking? What you were asking wasn't right, but it was what they did when they hurt you. They covered it and forgot about it.

"Oh fuck," you actually sobbed, burying your face in your hands. "I'm supposed to stay with Melone tomorrow night. How am I going to lie to him? Hes coming onto my lies!" You seemed in a low state of panic, your body having a shake. "I need to think!"

"Baby, relax," Illuso muttered, his hand raising, rubbing your back. "I'm sure we can come up with something. Alright?" He looked up at Formaggio, having no clue what to do. Ghiaccio wouldn't much question you not seeing him for a while, and Pesci would get sad, but he wouldn't pry or press. Risotto would stay quiet, but Melone? Melone was very serious when it came to you. He didn't just love you. He was downright obsessed with you.

"Did Melone threaten to spank you for lying?" Formaggio questioned suddenly, your head nodding. He snorted, causing Illuso to smack him. "What? It's just funny because Melone ain't gonna spank her. He's just bullshitting. Sweetheart, just relax. We'll make sure he doesn't find out."

Illuso continued to rub your back, this day feeling like an extreme eye opener to him. When he was the one hitting you, he wasn't thinking about how badly you were hurt. He was only thinking of himself. He also never got to see the true after effecfs.. he looked at the idea of 'punishing you' completely differently now. He would never put his goddamn hands on you negatively ever again. You did not deserve this, and if he ever put his hands on you again, then he would be approving of you getting brutalized. All this over a fucking pair of jeans.. that's ridiculous.

"I'm sorry he did this to you," Illuso muttered. "I'm.. I'm really sorry for everything. Don't worry about a thing. Formaggio and I will come up with a great lie. We've got you covered."

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Chapter 23 - Big Happy Family |Illuso + Formaggio x Reader|

Warning: strong language, threats, light sexual situations.

Illusos POV

Formaggio lived right above Illusos' head, so picking you up today would be very easy. He carried a box filled with some pastries as well as a few coffees up the apartment complex stairs. Having breakfast with Formaggio was a normal thing for him, but this was the first time they've included you. Last time they were alone with you they fucked up, hopefully this time will be better.

That day was something that he replayed in his head over and over again. He's fucking terrible for doing that to you, doing that to the woman that he genuinely loves and cares about. He loves you so fucking much, it happened so suddenly. One day he looked at you and he just felt as his hate vanish and it was replaced with deep love for you. He actually fucking loved you. He couldn't believe it.

It's been four months, but for some reason, he feels as if he's known you forever. You actually listened to him, and he could actually tell you about his life and his job. He could let you into his world, and you seemed eager. Despite you not loving or liking him much, he could tell that you sometimes enjoyed his company. That was good enough for him.

He understood why you didn't like him. He's been terrible to you. He's punched you, said horrible things to you, he only pleases himself during sex, he's cheated on you, and he let Formaggio beat you and leave you in a dark closet covered in your own vomit. What he's put you through these past four months was downright evil. He was a bad dude, but despite that, he really loved you, and he wanted for you to one day love him back. Not abusing you was a good start.

He knocked on Formaggios' door, pushing it open when he heard Formaggio call out, "Come in, you jackass." He rolled his eyes at the insult, wearing a smirk on his face as he stepped into Formaggios apartment, heading to his kitchen.

You were sitting at Formaggio's kitchen table, his laptop in front of you. You seemed to be typing something, your eyes heavily focused on the screen. "You." You didn't bother looking up at him, your voice low.

"Me," he replied, putting the coffees and pastries on the table. He grabbed a coffee, placing it next to you. He leaned down, leaning in for a kiss.

You leaned forward quickly, your lips pressing against his. He was slightly taken aback. You've never kissed him first. He always had to kiss you while you made no attempt to kiss him back. You pulled away quicker than be liked, your head immediately pulling back from him. "Good morning."

He studied you, resisting the urge to bend you over and fuck you as he saw a shot of your cleavage down your shirt. His eyes studied your face, your beautiful features, your soft pouty lips. It wasn't even about your looks anymore. He was starting to like your personality, despite you being snappy at times you were really good to Illuso and the other men. He liked that. You were a good woman.

"You look pretty," he replied, sitting down next to you. You closed the computer before he could look at what you were doing. It didn't raise any suspicion to him considering you were on Formaggios computer. Maybe you were looking at some pics of his dick or something. "I don't know what kind of coffee you like. I just got you caramel. What coffee do you like?" He needed to learn these things about you.

"Thanks, caramel is fine." You took the coffee, taking a sip. "You look nice today. I notice you're wearing a new cologne. It smells nice."

He was surprised that you noticed that. "Yeah, well.. you know. I like to smell good for you." You suddenly smirked, causing him to smile. He was glad you weren't ignoring him anymore. "Do you forgive me?" He still had to ask.

"Yeah," you replied, shrugging your shoulders. "Let's just never mention that day to anyone. Ever." As you said that, Formaggio walked into the dining room, placing his hand on top of your head.

"Look at us, we're one big happy family, eh?" Formaggio questioned, you rolling your eyes in response. Illuso couldn't help but smirk at you. "Hey, be happy. Smile."

You shrugged. "You're messing up my hair. How can I smile when you're messing up my hair?"

"Who cares about your hair?" He replied back, ruffling your hair roughly, messing up your hair. "You look better with messy hair. Illuso is probably gonna fuck your hair up real good tonight."

"I'm fucking a lot of things real good tonight," Illuso added in, a grin appearing on his face. He'll have you screaming his name and squirting soon enough. He's going to start working real hard to make you cum.

Formaggio nodded his head, removing his hand from your frizzy hair. "You heard that Y/N? You better do some stretches!" He sat down at the head of his dining room table, in front of Illuso and you. "Look at us. See? All three of us.. we can make this work. One big happy family." He repeated the phrase again, green eyes staring into yours.

"Sure," you replied, clearly not convinced. You were very convinced of them. Illuso regrets fucking up with you as badly as he did. He's beaten all of his girlfriend up in the past, he always beats on his women. He really needed to stop.

Formaggio grinned, reaching out to move your hair behind your ear. "You'll always be a part of this family. No escaping us. We'll just track you down and find you."

"Oh goody," you replied, clearly being a smart ass. Illuso doesn't like your smart ass mouth that much, but Formaggio never seems to mind. "You know, I'm good at running."

"We believe you," Illuso replied. "Don't try and prove it to us." He had a strong feeling that you would try and run away from them all one day. That would make him very sad, and he hoped that you would never do that. He was confident that he would quickly track you down and bring you back, but he would feel hurt by the fact that you ran away from them. Running away would be your way of saying that you hated all of them. He hoped you never did that.

"For real, like I'll let you do whatever you want, but running away is forbidden. You better not ever do that shit, we'll find you," Formaggio told you, wearing a taunting grin on his face. "Do it if you wanna get your ass beat. How's that sound?"

You rolled your eyes at Formaggio, clearly annoyed with his threat. You rarely showed fear. Even when Illuso punched you, you showed no fear. You were very brave.. and also very stubborn to not even be a little scared of them. No matter how much they beat and threaten you, you always stand your ground.

"I'll keep that in mind," you replied, earning a chuckle from Formaggio. Illuso smirked, a laugh almost escaping his lips. And he would have laughed if the thought of you attempting to run away from them didn't absolutely terrify him.

Illuso took a sip of his coffee, leaning back in his chair. "Keep it out of your mind," he warned you, "now, let's eat. No more talk about you running away."

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Illuso wasn't a dirty guy, but he was really messy, always tending to just throw things around. He was usually a single man. He lived alone and didn't care how his place looked. Now that he was a taken man and actually in love, he spent hours cleaning and organizing his apartment so it would look good. He wanted to impress you, but he couldn't really tell how you were feeling.

You were in his kitchen by the sink, loading the dishwasher, his eyes landing on your ass as you bent down, placing a plate on the bottom rack. You closed the dishwasher, pressing the button to start it as you stood up, turning to face him. You walked over to him, standing in front of him.

He grabbed you, his arm hugging around your body, tightly wrapping around you. "You cook too much at the base. You don't have to cook over here. I always just eat takeout anyway." Suddenly, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small black box. "Please? These are just some earrings. Can you please take them? I really want you to have these now." He would try again, deciding to buy you a pair of rose quartz earrings. He hoped you wouldn't reject him again. It's really starting to piss him off.

"I'm not a gold digger," you immediately replied, staring at the box that be held in front of your face. "You don't need to buy me things."

"You're my girlfriend, and I want to buy you stuff from time to time. And I will. So take the earrings," he replied, a sudden sterness appearing in his voice. You weren't taking the box.. damn it. It was so hard keeping his temper under control. "We want to take care of you. It's offensive as fuck how you keep saying no when we get you shit. Accept it, just take it. I don't want a thank you or something in return, I just want you to take the goddamn box Y/N." You better fucking take it.

You let out a sigh, grabbing the box, quickly putting the box in your pocket. "Thank you, but please stop buying me stuff."

"No," he replied, feeling himself calm down. "Good girl. Now, was that really so hard? Stop being bad." He kissed the top of your head agesssively, his hand sliding down your back to squeeze your ass. "Why are you being like this, hm? You're doing a lot of shit for us. We're allowed to do stuff for you, too. You don't make the rules around here, babe."

"You don't make the rules around here, babe," you said in a mimicking tone, catching him by surprise. Did you seriously just mimick him? No woman had ever done that to him. "I just don't need stuff bought for me. Just invest your money."

"I am," he replied, smacking your ass with a little more force, that smack being a warning for you to stop. "Stop it. Now. I'll buy you whatever I want, and you'll accept it." He was just going to start leaving the jewelry in your room. He didn't need a thank you. He didn't want a thank you. He just wanted to spoil you a little, and he could afford to do that.

You didn't react to the smack, your arms instead wrapping around his waist, actually hugging him, making his heart instantly skip an actual fucking beat. Fuck, you were so cute, so sexy, he fucking loved you so much. "Relax, it's not even that serious. Why don't we go take a shower and get ready for bed. It's late."

Illuso had a strong feeling that you were trying to distract him. He didn't care. The distraction worked. What was he even talking about? "Well fuck, that sounds good to me. I've been meaning to get my hands on your wet, sexy, naked body."

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Chapter 22 - Time to Move on |Formaggio x Reader|

Warning: strong language, dark themes discussed, suicide mention, threats, sexual conversations. MA.

"I want you to think of my home as your home," Formaggio said as he pushed you into his bathroom, turning the lights on. "See? I got two toothbrushes here. One for you, and one for me." You felt his hand on your back, warm fingers running up and down your back.

You looked at the purple toothbrush next to his green one, and then your eyes drifted towards the various other products on the kitchen counter. He bought you shampoo, a conditioner, body wash, lotion, perfume, and a loofah.

"I'll do you one better," he added in, hand wrapping around your waist, his other hand shooting into his pocket, pulling out a key and handing it to you. "Move some stuff in. Come and go without asking me. What I'm saying is, this place is now your home just as well as it is mine."

Your eyes slightly widened. You did not expect Formaggio to open up his home to you. Was this some sort of trap? You took the key from his hand, making sure to use your right over your left, keeping your left hand at your side. At least your cast will be off soon. "Thank you." You put the key in your back pocket.

"I already have some of your underwear here," he muttered, a grin appearing on his face as he squeezed your side.

"So you're the one who's been taking my underwear," you replied, assuming it was automatically Melone. You didn't mind, considering that new pairs were always left. You laughed a little, turning towards him. You allowed yourself to hug him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

His hands immediately snaked around your waist, pulling you tightly into his chest. "Goddamnit, I really missed you. If I promise never to break your fingers again, will you forgive me?" His hands moved around, running all up and down your back.

"I mean, yeah, fuck," you replied a little sarcastically. "You're not supposed to break my fingers. You're my boyfriend."

"Y/N, come sit with me, princess. I want to open up to you a little bit," he muttered, his arms staying securely wrapped around your waist as he walked over to his small loveseat that was in his room. He sat down, sitting you down closely next to him, his arms still managing to stay around your waist. "I'm gonna tell you something that I've never told anyone."

You turned towards him, your eyes landing on his gentle but serious expression. Formaggio was laid back. You've only ever seen him mad that one night. Other than that, he's not that bad of a guy. He wasn't strict like Prosciutto or aggressive like Illuso, despite what he did to you. Your plan to get them to break up with you.. that might be a bad plan anyway. It could backfire and get you hurt or killed.

"I'll just come out and tell you. When I was seven, I found my mom in her bathtub. Her wrists were slit and blood was everywhere." His face was serious as he told you this, his grip around you tightening. "She left me and my older sister all alone. A few years later, my sister cracked and did the same thing. I found her too. Same position, same bathtub."

You felt your entire body freeze up, your heart feeling tight. What Formaggio told you.. it was such a horrible thing for a child to have to witness. You weren't going to excuse what he did to you, but for the sake of keeping La Squadra drama free, you would just go ahead and forgive Formaggio as well as Illuso and Prosciutto. This situation was stressful and needed to just be forever forgotten. It's bringing up traumatic memories for Formaggio. You just.. had to move on.

Your right hand immediately found Formaggios knee. "I'm sorry I made you.. relive that experience." You gave his knee a gentle squeeze, noticing that he was staring at your cast.

"I shouldn't have broken your fingers, I know how badly that must have hurt. It won't happen again." He leaned towards you, placing a kiss on your forehead. "You okay? I know I shouldn't have left you in that closet either. That was all pretty fucked up. My bad, I mean it."

You doubted that he would ever actually say sorry, and you doubted anymore that he actually felt remorse for what he did. Still, you had to let this slide for your own sanity.

"We don't need to bring it up anymore," you spoke quickly, ready to just be done with it. "Let's just move on and never mention that day ever again."

"I'm sorry I paid random girls to suck my cock off," he said, your eyebrows instantly raising. How was he sorry about this but not breaking your fingers? "After I got with you, those girls stopped making me cum. I only did it seven times after I got with you, and I think Illusos got the same number. I used condoms every time. I'm sorry I technically cheated."

You shrugged. It was annoying that Formaggio and Illuso cheated, but you didn't much care, considering you didn't love them or very much like them. You just wanted Melone away from that place. "Do what you want. Just leave Melone out of it."

"I want to be loyal to you. You're my girl, my forever girl." He smirked at you, his eyes tracing your body up and down. "You're aware that this is forever, right? You're tied to us for life."

"I'm aware," you replied, face blushing slightly when he pulled up your right sleeve, revealing your shoulder. Your head turned, eyes staring down at the tattoo on your shoulders, reading 'La Squadra', a tattoo each member has. "It didn't hurt." It hurt like hell.

"I'm glad you're aware, so I'm going to be your actual boyfriend now. I'm in this shit, and don't worry, princess, I'm going to love you," he said, causing you to quickly turn away, taken aback by the sudden mention of love. "Yeah, you heard that right. I'm going to fall in love with you. Hell, it's already happening. And once I love you, I'll never stop." His voice sounded rather threatening, despite how sweet his words are. He pulled your sleeve back down, covering your tattoo back up.

"Oh." You did not like that. He was falling in love with you? Hell no. You would not allow yourself to fall in love with Formaggio, the finger breaker.

"I'm a good man, I just snapped that night. I'm not going to go around actively slapping you when we get into arguments, and I never even slapped you around once. It was just a snap." He pressed his forehead against the side of your head, hot breath tickling your ear. "If you forgive me, I'll let you do whatever you want. Like, I'm not strict. I don't have any rules. Just don't fucking self harm and discuss your issues with me personally with me only. I'll cover for you."

What he said got your attention, your head raising. "What do you mean by that?" Your other boyfriends were extremely strict and overprotective. It sometimes stressed you out. You also missed the freedom and friends that you used to have. Now you only have them and a life filled with rules. Yes, it was to keep you safe, but you didn't need to live a heavily guarded life. You wanted freedom.

"Prosciutto doesn't let you wear certain things, and Ghiaccio doesn't let you go out at night. Not to mention how insane Melone is about you. You're watched heavily, princess. We even know what you search online. Who you text." He kissed your ear, nipping at your earlobe. "I trust you. I know you won't cheat or do something crazy. I'll give you complete freedom. I'll even cover for you when you break one of the other men's rules and you wanna lie."

"Really?" You questioned, it sounding almost too good to be true. What was the catch here?

"I'll have your back even when you're wrong. Just hang out with me a little more. Give me more of your time," he muttered, his voice soft and sweet. "I want you to spend the night with me more. At least three to four times a month, I want you to myself. Spread that time out or don't, I just want you more. Especially since I'm loyal now."

It sounded like a good deal, a really good deal. You could give him more of your time and attention, and having Formaggio always back you up could come in handy in the future. "Okay. That sounds good."

"I'll break your face if you cheat on me, thought princess, so watch yourself. I don't want any man sticking their dick in you or seeing your body," he muttered, his threat sending chills down your spine. "That's all I care about. Don't fuck around on me, since I'm not fucking around on you. Other than that, do whatever you want when you're here."

You nodded, "Okay, Formaggio." You weren't going to make a comment back at his threat, knowing damn well you shouldn't be cheating regardless. Melone would.. you don't even wanna know what Melone would do. Speaking of Melone. "I swore on my life to Melone that my fingers were an accident. He can never find out the truth, under and circumstance. So always keep that in mind."

He sat back on the loveseat, his hand falling to rest on your thigh. "You're scared of Melone a little, aren't you?" He smirked a little, causing you to glare. "Aw, lighten up. We're all a little scared of Melone."

"Why?" You questioned, turning your body to face him. "He told me that he killed a lot of women. How bad were his crimes before he joined the mafia?"

He shook his head, patting your thigh. "Don't ask me mafia related questions about the other men."

"Can I ask questions about you?" You questioned, him immediately nodding his head. "Why did you join the mafia?" You were curious about the men, wanting to get know them better, considering you were building a life with them. Are you allowed to ask these things?

"My dad and uncles," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "They dragged me in. I tried working straight, but I always found that shit boring. So, I started below and worked my way up."

You listened closely, his green eyes never leaving your face as he spoke to you. "Do you like killing people?"

"I have my fun at times, but I only care about the business aspect. I only kill if I'm being paid, too, or if I'm defending myself or the team." He suddenly squeezed your thigh. "What about you? Do you like to kill?"

You looked down, face slightly heating up at the question. Admitting that killing men sometimes brought you joy may be.. overstepping. You could admit these things to Melone, but maybe not Formaggio.

"I figured you did," he replied, causing you to instantly snap your head back towards him. "Aw, it's okay. I'm not going to judge you, I know you ain't ever gonna do shit to me. You aren't going to hurt any of us."

"I wouldn't, but how are you so confident?" You questioned, hoping that question didn't cross a line.

He smirked. "You love Melone, and I think you might love Pesci. You aren't going to do anything to hurt them. You care about us, and you're just as fucked up and twisted as us princess." He laughed, letting out a deep, slightly taunting laugh. "You're so cute, you know that?"

You rolled your eyes at him, not knowing how he could possibly know that you loved Pesci. Maybe Pesci was telling the other men. Well, you didn't mind. He could tell anyone he wanted. It was the truth, and you weren't going to deny it if asked.

"You're cute," you replied back, crossing your arms over your chest.

His hand slowly rose up your thigh, his smirk turning into a grin. "Why don't you lay back and relax? Let me show you how sorry I am. I really am itching you suck on your clit. It's been on my mind for a long ass time."

You blinked a few times, letting out a shocked laugh at the sudden change of direction. "Fuck, really?"

He grabbed your shoulders, gently pushing you down on the loveseat and climbing on top of you. "Princess, I love eating you out. It's my favorite sport. I tell everyone how good I am at eating your pussy."

You would never admit this to him, but he did do a great job at eating you out. He was better than even Melone, who was the only other one of your boyfriends who gave you head. The other men never offered, so you never asked. You already had Melone and Formaggio eating you really well. You didn't need to bother the others unless they offered.

"Quit telling your buddies about the sex we have," you told him, your arms wrapping around his waist as he began to kiss your neck. You felt yourself growing turned on. Fuck. "Okay, fine. Have your way with me, then. If you insist."

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Chapter 21- Forced Time |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, threats, suicide mention, sexual conversations. MA.

Formaggio's POV

"How many times has Y/N spoken to you this week?" Prosciutto questioned as soon as he entered the base, clearly annoyed. "Where the fuck is she even at? She's ignoring all my texts and calls."

"After she sucked my dick two nights ago, she said,'Hey, pass me the water,' and that's about it," Illuso replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Other than that, she only says hi."

Formaggio laughed a little at that, but he seemed to be having as much luck as the other two men were having with you. You were completely avoiding him, making sure he didn't get even a second alone with you. "She only greets me."

Prosciuttos eyes landed on Pesci. "What about you? Is she speaking to you?"

Pesci looked up from his laptop, cheeks flushed pink. "Uh.. yeah. We have had a few conversations." Formaggio could tell that you and Pesci had definitely been fucking and getting closer. You actually seemed to like Pesci as much as you liked Melone. Not that he was jealous or anything. He just.. he wished you liked him just a little. He said sorry, wasn't that enough?

"Between all that sweet love making?" Illuso questioned, a grin appearing across his face as Pesci's cheeks turned bright red. "Tell us about it. How do you fuck her?"

Prosciutto sat down across from Pesci, his eyes on him, seeming intrigued. "When was this? You haven't told me about this Pesci."

Pesci looked down, shrugging his shoulders as he closed his laptop. "I don't want to talk about this! Sex is private."

"We're all fucking the same girl," Illuso replied. "Does privacy really matter? She's ours, we can talk about her."

"She's not property," Pesci added in, shifting uncomfortably to the side on the couch. Of course, he didn't want to let loose and talk about you. Typical Pesci.

"She belongs to us," Prosciutto began, his voice serious and firm, as if he was trying to pass down some great wisdom to Pesci. "We protect her, and we provide for her. That is our job as men. Her job is to listen to us and be submissive. You need to understand that she may not be property, but she is ours Pesci. Is she not yours?"

Formaggio agreed with that, nodding his head. You were theirs, and now you would always be theirs. This wasn't something that you could just back out of. La Squadra was a family, and you were now a part of that family. You were essentially their wife, their wife, who would never be allowed a divorce.

Pesci sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I.. let's just not talk about her in a way like this. She's our girlfriend. We need to be nice to her."

"We're plenty nice," Illuso replied, in which Pesci actually scoffed. "I'm trying my best! She's very difficult."

Prosciutto nodded, agreeing with Illuso. "She'll adjust eventually, but maybe we should all speak to her." He looked at Pesci. "Go pick up the money from Gustos."

Pesci sighed, standing up. "Remember what I said about being nice to her." He walked over to the front door, opening it and walking out. Maybe Formaggio would remember that.

"We have no clue where she's at," Illuso stated. "She don't tell me shit. It's pissing me off."

"She's definitely with Ghiaccio," Formaggio replied, staring at Ghiaccios' closed laptop that was on the coffee table. "Why else would he leave his laptop here?" He wondered where you went with Ghiaccio. You left before he even saw you walk out the door.

It was as if time was on their side, Ghiaccio bursting through the base of the front door with you following behind him. He looked pissed, and Formaggio wondered if you did anything to piss him off. You probably did, knowing you.

"Sit!" Ghiaccio snapped, you rolling your eyes at him. "I will handle this, I will find you a new doctor! That doctor was a fucking idiot! Where did he go to college!?" He had his cell phone in his hands, clutching it tightly. "I'll kill him!"

You walked past Ghiaccio, unphased by his outburst. "You're never going to the doctors with me again. You scared that poor man." You shook your head, sitting near Prosciutto but not completely next to him, leaving a polite amount of space. "Hello," you said, greeting the men.

"Hey," Illuso quickly said.

"I'm finding you a doctor that's a woman, that'll be better! That doctor was looking at you wrong!" Ghiaccio shook his head, storming off back outside.

You watched as Ghiaccio went, your face blank, showing no hint of annoyance or anger towards him. So it seemed that he was wrong. You didn't piss Ghiaccio off. As always, Ghiaccio pissed himself off. He did catch on that you were at the doctors, which was better than avoiding them. Fuck, he needed to be taking you to all of your appointments, considering he was the one that broke your fingers.

"What did the doctor do that pissed him off?" Prosciutto questioned, turning his body towards you. "The doctor was looking at you inappropriately? I can handle that."

"The doctors like 70, he's not looking at me inappropriately," you replied to Prosciutto. You stared at the ground, clearly avoiding eye contact with them.

Formaggio stood up, walking to sit closer next to you. He sat down on the love seat next to you, placing his hand on your knee. "We aren't going to cheat on you anymore." He assumed that was why you were mad. "And we haven't. So forgive us."

"What I did was hardly considered cheating," Prosciutto added in.

"Well, if it's hardly considered cheating, then maybe I'll pay some random guy to finger me," you replied, Prosciuttos eyes immediately going dark. "What? If you can do it, then so can I."

Prosciutto raised his hand slightly, but Formaggio shook his head, pointing to your cast. You were already injured and healing. Hitting you may make you worse. He wanted you to like him again, and if one of them hit you right now, then you may never forgive or like them.

"I'll do it for free," Illuso said, causing you to roll your eyes. "We're loyal now. You better not go out and cheat. We'll catch you and kill any guy that touches you. And don't think we won't spank you and put you on house arrest because we will."

"Once a cheater, always a cheater," you replied, your voice low. "But I don't care what you three do. It's not my concern, go ahead and fuck whomever." Their threats never seemed to phase you, you not even acknowledging them. Damn. He needed to tag in.

Formaggio squeezed your thigh. "Okay, we pick to just fuck you." You turned your head away from him, a low 'hm' coming from your mouth as you rolled your eyes at him. You really just rolled your fucking eyes at him. Oh, you were sassy. You were real sassy. He liked that.

Illuso nodded. "Yeah, we pick you. Forever."

"Stop being a brat and move on. We are not bad men, and your fingers were not broken out of spite." Prosciutto added in. Wait. Did you tell him? You suddenly looked at Prosciutto, seeming taken aback. "Yeah, nobody believes your story of how you accidentally broke your own fingers. Discuss your problems with us privately, and don't do that self-harm shit. You deserved to have your fingers broke for hurting yourself. You could have given yourself an infection with that dirty ass knife you used to cut yourself with."

"If my fingers get broken again, I'll go to more extreme measures to protect myself. I'll shoot myself in the head," you replied calmly, Formaggio immediately clinched his jaw. "I'm not afraid of dying. I'll do what I need to do to protect myself."

Formaggio pulled his hand away from your thigh, resisting the urge to smack you across your face. How fucking dare you threaten your life like that. How fucking dare you. He turned away from you, not being able to look at you right now or he'll hurt you. He doesn't fucking like suicide.. he hates that shit. He wouldn't allow himself to lose another person to suicide.. especially not you.

"Your fingers will never get broken again," Illuso spoke, his voice suddenly gentle. "Stop threatening to kill yourself, baby. I said I'm sorry, now can't we please just move on?" Oh yeah. Formaggio definitely can tell, Illuso actually does fucking love you. He was being gentle, understanding, and that's probably what you needed most right now. He couldn't give that to you, but the other guys could.

"Fine," you muttered, causing Formaggio to turn back towards you, forcing himself to calm down. "Whatever."

"Stop with those fucking suicidal threats Y/N," Prosciutto warned. "You shouldn't be thinking like that. Ever. I don't want to hear it again."

Formaggio always seemed to agree with Prosciutto. "Exactly. Just be our fucking girlfriend, give us a fucking chance. You hardly know us." He was growing quite tired of being ignored by you. It wasn't going to happen anymore. "Get to know us better."

"You're going to be spending time with us," Prosciutto spoke, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. "You know what? I think it's time you stay at my house. I'm taking you to my house on Thursday."

Illuso and Formaggio looked at each other. It was obvious that Prosciutto left Tuesday and Wednesday available for a reason. Maybe if he got you all alone and spent some quality time with you, maybe the two of you would start to get along again.

"You can stay at my house tonight," Formaggio replied, his eyes landing on you. You were clearly not happy, wearing that same blank expression you always did. "Come on, can't you give us a little smile? You're so sexy. Give us a smile." He leaned forward, grabbing your cheeks, gently squeezing.

You squinted at him. "Let me guess. I'm staying with Illuso tomorrow night."

"Bingo," Illuso replied. "Shit, I need to clean my apartment."

"We'll take good care of you, okay? It'll be fun. Can I get one smile?" Formaggio moved your head back and forth, only causing you to glare at him. "Hot. I like it when you look at me like that." He couldn't deny it. Even with your glares, he found you extremely sexy. He couldn't wait to spend time with you tonight.

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Chapter 19- Unanswered |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language. MA.

Melones POV

Melone stared at his phone, sending you yet another long text, hoping that you would reply. Since you left with Pesci last night, you've been ignoring his texts and calls. You texted back Ghiaccio, but you ignored him, more than likely your way of saying you didn't want him anymore.

Pesci entered the base and closed it, you not being next to him. You must have decided to stay with Pesci, and he assumed that you would decide that over being around a bunch of men that hurt you. Even he was in that category, putting you through public humiliation when random girls said they spotted him outside of a strip club. He didn't do anything. Other women no longer get his attention. Only you do. He was only made to wait in the car after a mission, Formaggio and Illuso, saying they only wanted a few drinks. He should have refused. Now you hated him.

Ghiaccio looked up at Pesci, "did she tell you anything? When I spoke to the doctor last night, he said she indeed had a mild concussion. How did she get that? She didn't explain it well to us."

The way Pesci was walking, the slight smile he was wearing, the strong scent of your sweet fragrance all over him. Melone looked up at him, staring hard. Having him on board as your boyfriend would be great for you, considering how kind and gentle Pesci was around you, Melone felt at ease knowing you were with him and safe. He hoped you'd get closer with both Pesci and Ghiaccio, having a strong feeling that they would never hurt you.

"All she said this morning was that she smashed her fingers, and she said she fell in the bathroom too," Pesci replied, sitting next to Ghiaccio. "Last night I read a text on her phone from Formaggio. He was saying that he was sorry he lost his temper and he was sorry that he hurt her. When I questioned her, she deleted the message. She's backing up her story hard, but I don't believe her. I can't tell her I don't believe her, though. I don't want to upset her."

"If she's lying, then call her out. That's what you do or she'll keep lying!" Ghiaccio yelled at Pesci, slamming his laptop shut. "What's the need to break her fingers!? And now they convinced her to lie to our faces!? What is this!?"

"Where is she?" Melone asked, wanting to see you today. He would beg Pesci, get on his hands and knees. Risotto and Prosciutto would be gone all day, leaving the rest of them to work at the base today. He finished his work last night and he wanted to see you and beg for your forgiveness now.

"Don't freak out. She wanted to go with them," Pesci said, causing Melone to immediately stand up, knowing exactly what he was about to say. "Wait! Let her have privacy with them. They're just talking! I think we have to let her talk to them and be alone with them when she asks! We have to listen to what she says!" He pleaded, almost begging as if he didn't want to do anything to upset you.

Melone hated to upset you as well, Pesci's words causing him to quickly sit down, his hands balling into fists. "I don't want to listen to her. She is getting herself hurt, and it's driving me insane! Why does she keep insisting she go speak to those jack asses!?" Fuck, he hated that you decided to be with them. You were ignoring all of his texts, you hardly spoke to him at the hospital. It was starting to make him really angry, and he didn't want to be angry with you. He loved you so much. He thought you loved him.

"You know, it's okay to discipline her a little. A few smacks on the butt with your hand or a long lecture. It's okay;" Ghiaccio said, causing both Pesci and Melone to shoot him a look of disbelief. "It doesn't hurt her. It helps her learn."

Pesci looked down, "I couldn't do that to her. I wouldn't ever want to be that way with her."

"That's fine," Ghiaccio replied, "we can't all be that way with her. What you're both doing with her is fine. She's happy with the three of us the most, it seems."

Melone would ignore his comment about spanking you, knowing that Ghiaccio wasn't trying to hurt you. You never seemed to act weird around Ghiaccio. You seemed comfortable around him, so maybe his discipline was something that you didn't mind. He knew of it, eavesdropping on a conversation you were having with Ghiaccio about rules, but he never asked you. He didn't want you to know how often he eavesdrops on you.

"She was happy with Formaggio," Pesci commented, "but I have a feeling that he was the one that broke her fingers."

Melone looked up, "really? I would have assumed Illuso."

"Y/N made a comment about Illuso saying he loved her, I wouldn't be surprised if he actually loved her. He just doesn't want to say;" Ghiaccio said, shaking his head.

His head turned to the door as Formaggio walked in, him taking a seat near Melone, leaving a considerable amount of space between. He was more then likely thinking of you in case you came in and wanted to sit down.

"I know what you all are thinking, you think I hurt her. Well, I didn't, and her fingers will heal. She'll be fine," Formaggio spoke, giving his shoulders a shrug. "No offense here but you three have hardly any experience with women. Just let Illuso and I handle get however we please. We're regularly with her and fucking her. Only Melone can really speak on her, but you're being a jack ass Melone."

"Y/N and I had sex last night," Pesci blurted out, causing Ghiaccio to shoot a glance at him, seeming taken aback. "And we had sex this morning. So I can speak on her now, and I'm going to say that you aren't handling her well."

Formaggio shrugged his shoulders. "Too bad. Y/N and I are good, stop worrying about how I handle her. Just drop this shit, she'll be here soon. I had to go, Illuso was talking about Y/N tracking him so I had to go. She ain't tracking me, and I didn't want Illuso to drag me into that so I had to go."

"You two had sex last night?" Ghiaccio questioned, sitting back.

"Isn't her pussy good? It's the best I've ever had, she's honestly a very freaky girl. She's down for some wild shit Pesci," Formaggio commented, causing Pesci's face to turn red. "Ghiaccio, what are you waiting on? I promise she's still just as tight as ever."

Ghiaccio shook his head, "I'll do it when I'm ready! My relationship with her is built on communication, not sex!"

The door opened, Illuso stepping in, holding the door open for you. You trailed in behind him, your eyes immediately landing on Melones.

Melone stood up, walking over to you. He stood in front of you, keeping a few inches of distance between you and himself. "I've been texting you every 30 minutes since last night. Why didn't you text me back?" He questioned, his harsh tone shocking him. He didn't expect to start off like that, but you ignoring his texts pissed him off.

"What do you have going on today?" You questioned, completely ignoring him. He couldn't believe you. Were you actually trying to piss him off? "I want to talk to you alone. At your house maybe."

Melone crossed his arms over his chest, most of his anger quickly vanishing. "Well.. I finished everything for the day. I want you to stay at my house tonight. Can you go pack a bag?"

"Yeah," you replied, your eyes landing on Ghiaccio. You quickly looked away, then looked back over at him. "Stop glaring at me! It's your fault for not listening to what I said! I said please, and you said no!"

"Please, doesn't mean I'll automatically give you whatever dangerous thing you want!" Ghiaccio yelled at you, standing up and walking over to you. "Look at your fingers! What would have happened if you had stayed her with me!? No broken fingers! Damn it Y/N, look at your fucking cast! I told you no for a reason!"

You shrugged, "Well, let this be a lesson to you. I never ask you for anything, so when I actually ask you for something, just do it. Because if I really have to do something, then I'll just have to do it regardless of any rules or feelings you may have, Ghiaccio."

Formaggio laughed, "damn. She got you, Ghiaccio."

"Did you really just look me in my face and say fuck my rules!? My rules to keep you safe!?" Ghiaccio snapped, his voice getting louder. "Damn it, I have two rules!" He stepped closer towards you.

You didn't back away, instead walking up to him. You weren't scared of Ghiaccio, and Melone came to the final conclusion that he could trust him always around you. "I did not say fuck your rules! Given the unique circumstances I was given no choice but go! I did think of you though, and I had my taxi driver Ronaldo walk me up to the hospital door. And he pulled the cab right up to the door. So technically, I was traveling with someone so I didn't break any rules."

"Who the fuck is Ronaldo?" Illuso blurted out, sitting next to Formaggio.

"Yeah, who the fuck is that!?" Ghiaccio glared at you, his eyebrows raising when you placed your hand on his forearm. "Well!?"

"A very nice old man that drives a cab," you replied, your voice dropping low. "Listen, how about we just call this little thing right here.. nothing. Let's just forget about it. Why dwell in the past?" You nodded your head, rubbing Ghiaccios' arm. "Have you been working out more? I think you have."

Melone always observed you closely, and he's never seen you attempt this before. You didn't care about getting into 'trouble' with the men or upsetting them. You never did anything bad, but you did your own thing, and some of the men didn't like that. Melone always knew where you were, planting a secret tracker on your phone and purse. You never went anywhere sketchy, and he was fine with you having freedom because he knew he could trust you not to cheat on them or betray them. And he was also tracking you.

"Given the circumstances, I will let this slide! That doesn't mean I want repeats of you running around at night with some random man named Ronoldo!" Ghiaccio looked at your hand on his arm. "Only warning, no going out at night alone! And no, Ronaldo, either!"

"Ronaldo is literally 80 years old," you replied, Formaggio busting out laughing again. Illuso let out a chuckle, muttering something to Pesci, causing Pesci to turn beet red. "But fine, okay. And next time you'll say yes when I ask you to take me somewhere. Or Ronaldo will."

Ghiaccio shook his head, "Don't make me have a talk with Ronaldo! We all have vehicles, and you don't need to waste your money on taxis!"

You squeezed his forearm before letting go. "Don't scare that poor old man. He didn't do anything to you." You walked away, walking past Ghiaccio and down the hall. "I'll call Ronaldo to thank him as I pack."

Melone took a few steps in your direction, wanting to follow you, it being his instinct to trail behind you whenever he could. He stopped himself, instead sitting where Risotto sometimes sits, leaning back.

"Do not call him ever again!" Ghiaccio called out, taking his seat next to Pesci, shaking his head. "Damn it! Fuck Ronaldo!"

"Who the fuck is Ronaldo?" Illuso repeated, causing Formaggio to burst out laughing again.

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Chapter 18- The Effects of The Incident |La Squadra x Reader|

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Pesci questioned as he parked his truck behind Melones motorcycle. "Risotto said you could wait to come back. You can stay in my house alone, I trust you."

You unbuckled your seatbelt, "I feel like I shouldn't avoid the situation and run off again. I'll be back at your house pretty soon anyway to spend the night with you." When you woke up, your phone had 15 texts from Melone, all long paragraphs begging for your forgiveness. You also had one text from Ghiaccio wishing you a good morning, and one from Risotto telling you to come back only if you wanted.

You only texted back Ghiaccio and Risotto, wanting to address Melone in person. You were going to forgive him, now feeling foolish considering he didn't cheat on you. All your other feelings, you would ignore them. And you would try your best to avoid Formaggio and Illuso.

Illuso pulled up in front of Pesci's truck, his eyes immediately landing on you. He beeped his horn once, causing you to sigh.

"I don't like you being alone with him," Pesci said, Formaggio walking out of the base, heading towards Pesci's truck. What the fuck is this, an ambush? You would attack them if they tried to hurt today, not wanting a repeat of yesterday. "Or him, for fucks sake. What the fuck do they even want?"

Formaggio opened the passenger door, nodding his head at Pesci. "Illuso and I are going to talk with her."

"She's already hurt," Pesci said, his voice defensive, his eyes on you. "You can say no if you want."

"Oh really?" Questioned Formaggio, a laugh escaping his mouth.

"It's fine, Pesci. I'll go talk to them. It isn't a big deal at all," you told him, turning towards Formaggio. "Walk away and give me a little privacy with Pesci, please."

Formaggio smirked a little, nodding his head. "Alright, I got you, babe." He closed the door, walking over to Illusos black car, opening the back seat and getting in.

Being alone with those two felt like a bad idea, considering what they did to you last night. They probably assume that you stayed quiet because of Formaggios threats, but in reality, you kept quiet because you didn't want Melone to snap on them. He gets aggressive when he knows someone hurt you, and he may end up hurting himself. You didn't like seeing him hurt. So you would keep their secret. For Melones sake.

"You can keep this secret as long as you need," Pesci muttered suddenly, causing you to look over at him. "I know they hurt you. You don't have to say anything to me, just know that I'll help you."

You leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on his lips. "Pesci, I smashed my fingers in the bathroom door. You can drop it, it's okay. I'm just going to go with them." You pulled away from him, opening the car door. "Don't worry about me. Go inside and don't worry about me." You closed his door, walking over to Illusos car.

Formaggio stepped out, opening the passenger door for you. "We only want to talk. Okay? We ain't gonna do nothing to ya princess. Just get in." You saw his eyes flash to your cast on your left hand, causing you to place your hand behind your back as you climbed into the car.

Illuso handed you a small box as you sat down, "Here. I got you this. Take it." His eyes were on you, a sigh escaping his lips when you crossed your arms over your chest. "Come on, just take it. I got it for you."

"No," you muttered, turning your head away from him. You were not going to accept jewelry from him as a form of an apology. Fuck that, these men couldn't buy you. "Give it to one of your other girls."

Formaggio opened the back seat and climbed in, his hand immediately landing on your shoulder. "Things went too far last night, princess. Way too far," he muttered, rubbing your shoulder. "I want you to know I broke your fingers because you cut yourself. My plan was to just spank you, but you needed a more extreme punishment. I'm sorry your fingers had to be broken, but we gotta make sure you don't start a bad habit of hurting yourself."

Pesci got out of his car, shutting the door as he walked over to the front door of the base. He looked back at you one last time before he opened the door, stepping in and vanishing as it closed. You already kind of missed him.

You turned your body to the side, crossing your arms over your chest as Illuso tried to hand you the box once more. "How come you can hurt me, but I can't hurt me?"

"We're not trying to fucking hurt you," Illuso suddenly snapped, "we're training you. Teaching how how things are. Do you really think it was smart to air our business to the entire team? You need to be private about your issues with us, talk to us personally. No need to involve the others in our shit."

"I don't need fucking training," you snapped back, your body stiffening when you felt Formaggios grip on you tighten. "I don't want either one of you touching me anymore. I want.. out. So break up with me." You despised that Risotto made a rule where only they could break up with you. If it were up to you these two as well as Prosciutto would of already been dumped. You didn't want any of them, not after last night.

Formaggio leaned forward slightly, "Look at me now, please. Stop looking away from me and look me in the eyes Y/N." You shook your head, causing his grip to actually loosen. "Baby, you need to listen, okay? We want to resolve this." His voice softened up.

"Formaggio will never break your fingers again," Illuso blurted out, sitting the small black box in his cup holder. "And neither will I. And we're done getting our dick sucked by random girls. Alright?"

You realized that you had to be careful with what comes out of your mouth around Formaggio and Illuso. Illuso always took everything too far, and Formaggio.. well, you didn't know. He's never hurt you until last night. You always assumed you could trust him. He proved you wrong. He hurt you the worst.

You didn't care about Formaggio or Illuso at all. Any feelings you were forming for Formaggio washing away last night. You felt uncomfortable around them, and having sex with Illuso was just terrible. You always get left feeling unsatisfied. You wanted them to dump you, and you wanted them to dump you now. Maybe you should just be braver. All these men could do was physically hurt you. You had to stand your ground.

"I do not like or want to be with either one of y-" you felt Formaggio hand press against his mouth, causing an immediate sigh to escape your lips. Did he really just fucking put his hand over your mouth? Did he even wash his hands today?

"No more of that baby," Formaggio spoke to you softly, gently turning your head to face him and Illuso. "It doesn't matter how you feel about this, okay? We are not breaking up with you, and despite you not liking me, I really do like you Y/N. Aside from last night, you and I were doing pretty decent in our relationship. Am I wrong?"

You shook your head, your eyes finally on him, his face soft but serious. He looked like a completely different man than he did last night in some ways. It was like last night he was a completely different man, his green eyes slightly dilated, darker as he broke your fingers. Today, his eyes were bright, calming.. that side of Formaggio last night honestly scared you a bit.

"Illuso and I stayed up all night talking about you, and we did consider breaking up with you, but we just don't want that. You're just so.. you're available. You live here," Formaggio added in, causing you to squint your eyes at him. "Personally, I can't avoid you. You're the best fuck I've ever had and I actually enjoy spending time with you. I can't let you go, and I won't. You're my girl, deal with it. I take good care of you."

"I love you, Y/N," Illuso spoke, causing your eyes to immediately meet his. "We were about to stop doing it before you found out, because I was starting to not cum when the bitches were sucking me off. I kept thinking of you, and you can't leave my mind. I really love you, and I know I can make you love me."

"And I will apologize for having Melone wait in the car outside of the strip club, but I'm telling you now he stayed in the car. And he cried a little. Don't be fucking mean to him," Formaggio told you, taking his hand off of your mouth. "He was crying all last night. He even called us crying, and then he threatened to punch me! I've already gotten punched plenty. My own girlfriend knocked me out cold. That's humiliation."

"Well, technically, both of you cheated on me and hurt me," you replied, ignoring Illusos' confession of love. Last time he punched you, so this time you wouldn't say anything. "You're both kind of dirtbags. I know you'll do both again, so I can't trust you."

"Wanna get a few random men to eat you pussy? We won't tell the others, we'll even cover for you. You can get even, that's fine," Formaggio told you, causing Illuso to glare at him. "What? Just let her go out and get her revenge."

"How about I just do it with someone you all know? Like Luca," you replied casually, causing both Formaggio and Illuso to direct a glare towards you. "I think I'm going to call him up tonight. We can arrange this now." You were bluffing. You were not going to cheat. You never even done anything with Luca aside from selling drugs for him. That conversation would be awkward. You simply wanted to fuck with them, despite knowing the consequences.

Illuso let out a laugh, taking a deep breath. "Formaggio, I'm gonna yell at her. I can't keep my cool right now, I told you that if you suggested that she would say something crazy!" He snapped suddenly, pointing at you. "I will personally kill every single bitch that sucked my dick. It was three bitches! They're dead. I'll fucking blow their brains out, and Formaggio will kill the bitches that sucked him off! I'll let you punch me, I'll let you beat the shit out of me! Okay!? We can do all that tonight."

"Well I technically only gotta kill one girl, I only used one bitch and one of Illusos," Formaggio replied, shrugging his shoulders. "What about Luca? I'm sure he wants to eat your pussy. We can do that."

You froze up suddenly, quickly looking down as you imagined four women getting murdered all because you said something. Four women that were simply making a living, you only killed men.. you didn't want them to kill these women. All because they got paid to suck off Formaggio and Illuso? You do it for free all of the time, and it is not worth dying for.

"I don't want anyone licking her pussy, that's different! She can't wear a condom, we did," Illuso snapped. "And Luca especially can't!"

Tears filled your eyes as you imagined that those women had children to take care of. Families. You didn't want them to do it.

You heard a smack, Formaggio roughly smacking Illusos arm. "Hey, she's upset. What's wrong? Why are you about to cry?"

"Don't kill those girls," you muttered. "If you kill them, then I'll blow my brains out." You couldn't have women dying because of you.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Formaggio questioned, his tone resembling the same tone he used before he broke your fingers. "The fuck did you say you'd do to yourself?"

Illuso sighed, "Relax, Formaggio. She doesn't know how to communicate what she wants from us." He placed his hand on your thigh, gently caressing your thigh. "We won't kill them. We'll just stay away from the club, because we want to stay loyal to you. Okay? So stop threatening to harm yourself and and stop saying you'll let our colleague lick your pussy."

"You're lying," you said, your heart beginning to rapidly skip a beat. "You're evil. You're not a good guy. You're going to kill them, and you're going to kill me. I heard what you said to Risotto. I know your real fucked up plan!" Tears escaped your eyes. "You're an asshole! Always wanting to kill everything, it solves nothing!"

"I have ways to make you trust me," Illuso said, voice going dark. "How about we both wear trackers?"

Formaggio opened the car door, "We'll talk later. This seems like a talk that doesn't involve me, I'll let you two have some privacy." He got out of the car, closing the door. He turned left, walking into the base, leaving you and Illuso to be alone.

As soon as Formaggio left, Illuso expression suddenly changed, a frown appearing on his lips, his eyes softening. "I'm so fucking sorry that I made that comment about killing you. I regret it deeply, I would never fucking do that to you. And I'm sorry I brought Melone to that strip club. All that shits done, now please accept my apology and please take the necklace. It was my mother's and I want you to wear it."

You knew that Risotto wouldn't let you break up with Illuso, that only he himself could leave you, and he made it clear that he wasn't. You had no choice but to forgive him, and you hated that, him and Formaggio didn't deserve for you to forgive them. Still, you had no choice. You shouldn't have signed that contract without putting your own terms first. Fuck.

"Don't kill those girls, and don't involve Melone in your shit. Then I'll forgive you, and I don't want the necklace yet. Give it to me on better terms, not because you want me to forgive you." You crossed your arms over your chest. "Now, please drive me to the base. I want to see Melone and Ghiaccio."

Illuso shook his head, "You know, I should have just put the damn box in your room." He placed one hand on the steering wheel, keeping one hand on your thigh. "Deal and deal. We good now? I never hit you once. Formaggio was the one that slapped you and broke your fingers."

"Yeah, we're fine," you muttered, but you didn't mean it. You were forgiving him because you had to, because your only choice was forgiveness. In reality, you were going to shut Illuso out, and you were going to shut Formaggio out even further. You could play along, but soon you'll have them break up with you, and you won't have to deal with either one of them. You just had to think of a good plan. One that wouldn't get you killed.