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Mafia husband! x (GN) reader Part 3

It has been 3 days since you've last saw Mr. Capone, he was much to busy with wedding preparations. Just the thought made you sick, when you imagined your wedding when you were younger you imagined a fairytale not this hell hole you had been thrusted into; one where you would marry the one you loved and had a big wedding like one in the movies, flowers, lights everything! and you would actually be happy

you had locked yourself in your room, the maids had long since given up with bringing meals up. that's good isn't it? From all the meals you've been missing you've dropped quite a lot of weight.. not that you cared much, you hated this existence and to make matters worse, Your fiance had safety proofed your room to stop you from offing yourself like you were a child. Death would mean you escaped his grasp.

you were just about to go back to sleep when there was a knock at the door. then came that dreadful voice, the one that haunted your dreams..

"(Y/N), my love, i know you're awake so get out of bed and let's go out somewhere" a voice said from behind the door

it was mr.capone.. why was he here? he never came to your room directly so why was he here.

you made your way over to the door as quietly as you could, would you really open it? what if it was a trick and he hit you again.

before you could even respond he suddenly swung the door open and there he was, in all his devilious glory. you stepped back in surprise only to be grabbed by the wrist and pulled back in against him.

"sweetheart why are you avoiding me? is this because of our little spat last time?" he whispered in your ear

his voice made you shudder with disgust, a small spat? he beat you unconscious! you pulled away from him with a face of disgust returning to safety of your bed. "a little spat? you beat me up! what the hell was that about." you responded. you could hear him scoff, downplaying how he harmed you. typical

"i did no such thing, maybe your memory failed you. i said we are going out, we have to get you measured for your wedding clothes." he said matter of fact

he grabbed your arm so tight it hurt as he forcefully yanked you out of the bed, your clothes were dirty from not leaving the room for days not even to shower, too scared you'd bump into him.

"good grief is this what death smells like?, get yourself cleaned up" he spat shoving you rather harshly

you refrained from a snarky remark not wanting to face his seemingly endless anger as you drag yourself to the bathroom. removing your clothes was agony. every slight brush against your still tender bruises was hell even the cooling water did little counsel you.

stepping out of the comfort of the water out into the freezing air was a sudden change, just like how you stepped out from the safe comfort of your highschool into that suffocating ice cold cage that trapped you. you wonder if you friends even missed you not once have that called, maybe your 'husband' was the cause of that.. never the less you miss them dearly even when they upset you they were your best friends. except brenda

getting dress in the clothes the maids laid out for you, they were nice, designer but they didn't look right on you. you didn't want to anger Mr. Capone so you wore out and went outside where the fancy car awaited you. fake smiles all around as the chauffeur usher you into the car. Your oh so darling husband was already waiting there for you, smiling a bit too wide. he hooked his arm around your shoulder

" (y/n), since you haven't forgiven me for my behavior a while back how about we go on a date today? my treat." he said, twirling your hair around his finger

despite his happy voice and smile, the way he looked at you, like he dared you to say no. Not wanting to become a actual punching bag you nodded, giving a forced smile. maybe if you give him what he wanted he would not bother you so much giving you time to escape.

he dragged you around town like a dog on a gold lease, everywhere he went he showed you off like some award he won for just living. women at his feet, hopping to get a taste of the luxury life you were trapped him; you could hear them as you walked past, jealousy evident in their voices "how did a someone like that be engaged to vincent" "he has clearly been brainwashed," "they dont deserve the life of luxury." they all whispered, laughing like jackals

by all means you'd be more than happy to trade lives with them, but wishing a fate like this onto anyone would be cruel. even if they were assholes.

finally as the 'date' came to an end Mr. Capone brought you to the tailor to pick some wedding attire. did you have a say in it? of course not, he picked the design he wanted, color, details and everything else while you just stood there like a doll.

he dressed you in various clothes not caring to ask your opinion,you were like a pretty little barbie doll for him to dress up and toy with, no opinions no feelings just there smiling as the tailor fit you for a dress you didn't want for a wedding you hated.

once he was satisfied with the outfit you both left, it was silence the whole walk through town. "my dear lose that pout, im taking you out after all, dont be ungrateful" he said with a twitch of his eye

if only you could escape, thats it! when he wasn't looking you would run. he brought you to a fancy restaurant, 5 stars with ridiculously tiny food; of course you weren't ordering for yourself that would be insane. when the waiter brought the menus he took both. "let me order for us, you dont know about fine dining." he said with a smile, cocking his head to the side

asshole. sure you didn't know bout fine dining but you weren't a baby. he ordered you both some steak medium rare,you never liked steak but he kept brushing off your claims,

"just eat it my dear." the tone of his voice was more of a threat than words

so you ate in silence. wait now was your chance! you put a hand on your stomach pretending to be in pain.

"my stomach hurts where is the bathroom" you said with fake groans

"oh its down the hall, i'll come with you" he grabbed your hand and pulled you along

he walked you to the bathroom and stood outside the door, like a creep.

looking around for anything you could use to escape, you saw a window, just big enough for you to fit through. trying to be silent you climbed up and pushed it open, wiggling and contorting your body to fit, when you finally made it through you ran for your life, not caring where you go just desperate to get away from him.

after 30 minutes Mr. Capone, opened the bathroom door.

"y/n my love are you o-" he paused, not seeing you in the bathroom

"dearest are you hiding?" he looked around , looking at the open window

"That. fucking. BITCH." He ran his hand through his hair in frustration before he stormed out the restaurant already thinking of ways to punish you for running.

you were safe, for now

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Mafia husband! x (GN) reader Part 2

It has been about 3 days since you've moved into the mansion, your 'fiancé' is constantly busy with work so to your delight you hardly see him. You still couldn't believe it just a few days ago you were a normal high schooler, average grades but now your staying in a house you couldn't afford in your lifetime to be married off to a member of the mafia.

You sat up in bed, you spend most of your days in your room, sleeping the day a away, hoping that this is all just a bad dream; only to find yourself disappointed every time you wake up.

just before you were about to go back to sleep, there was a soft knock at the door. "excuse me mr capone has requested you come down for breakfast at once." the voice on the other side said. you made an audible groan and you make your way out of bed, the last thing you wanted was food much less breakfast with Mr. capone. You knew denying would be a- foolish decision, he could kill you in a heart beat. You open the closet and are stunned by the amount of expensive clothing, not a single one of them looked worn, could it be? he bought them for you? You felt your heart warm ever so slightly at the thought, you shook your head. You pick out something that you liked and changed into it, not bothering to fix your hair, maybe if he finds you unappealing to the eyes he'll let you go? its a small chance but it gave you hope. now here you were, seated at a large table full of various foods you've never tried before and across from you was the man who brought you to this hell, Mr capone. Maybe this is a good time to question him when the time was right? you picked up your glass of wine, you didn't take a sip just stare at it then back at him. You gather the courage to finally ask him "so why me." you asked, your cold gaze fixed on him. your question seemed to catch him off guard for a moment, he tilted his head in confusion with a sly grin. "i have no idea what you mean dearest." he replied, downing a glass of wine, his voice had a hint of playfulness, he was totally taunting you.

now he was playing dumb? who does he think he is. You clench your fist into a ball before slamming it down on the table "dont act dumb! why did you chose me! why did you bring me here instead of just killing me! why do you want to marry me?!" through all your questioning and ranting he just stared at you silently, tapping his fingers on the table. He was going annoyed, maybe going on a rampage was not a good idea. once your anger died down you were filled with deep regret- ohh why did you do something so stupid, you sat back down. You grabbed the bottle of wine and drank it, if your going to die, might as well die intoxicated. Mr capone got up from his seat across the table and made his way over to you.

your cheek was met with a harsh slap that would have your face stinging for a while, he grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back forcing your eyes to meet. Oh he was pissed.

"let us get one thing straight you little bitch. Firstly i didn't 'chose you' your father just didn't have the ability to have more attractive offspring, second if i wanted to kill you i would have."

his grip on your hair tightened. He then slammed your head onto the table, you could feel blood drip down your nose from the impact, you struggle to get away but this only made him do it again but harder.

" Finally, marriage is the ultimate way to have claim over you. this isn't some dumb little fairy tale where i 'fall in love with the innocent damsel.' your my slave, im the master. If you EVER, have that attitude with me again, i will send you home to your old man in a fucking body bag you worthless whore."

His words and the buzzing pain in your head made it hard to do anything but nod, he threw you to the floor and gave you a beating that you would never forget. you dont remember what happened next or how you got to bed. When you woke up, you found that your wounds were treated and a bouquet of expensive looking flowers on your bed accompanied by a note. you did not have to open it to know who it was from, i guess this was Mr capone's twisted way of apologizing after injuring you to the point of you having to passing out.

inside the note was the basic im sorry, please forgive me, i do it cause i love you and how he promises to never lay a hand on your ever again, you scoff at the thought, that was a obvious lie, did he think you were that stupid?

you crumpled the note and toss it across the room not caring where it landed, your head still hurt from how hard he grabbed your hair. If he was willing to beat you that badly for just questioning him, you fear what he will do if you try to escape. you lay back down in bed, silently cursing your dad and his stupid gambling addiction, if it wasn't for him you would be in school right now, even the worst of your bullies were better than being stuck with him. you turned and faced the wall, holding your now bruise ridden body. Pulling the covers over your eyes you drift off to sleep, dreaming of being back home with your parents, even your dad. ignoring the fact that you were to be wed, in just 5 days.

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Mafia husband! x (GN) reader Part 1

How did your life get this like, slaving away for a man you don't love? it started 10 years ago, back in high school.

you remember being in class writing a particular topic you had been assigned in your notebook when you were called the principal's office, when you reached your eyes landed on your parents faces. they were crying.

tears streaming down endlessly as they wept openly, with red faces and puffy eyes. It seemed they were shedding tears for a long period of time, you were bewildered. Your parents especially your father never shed a single tear, not even when we had to bury the family dog after it succumb to old age.

your eyes scanned the room, besides your parents were scary men dressed in black suits covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings that was when your eyes landed on him.

a tall gentleman with slick back hair was sitting at the principal's desk, like the others he also had numerous tattoos and piercings, but this man had more jewelry than the others and was more well built as well . you assume from the cold dead gaze he gave you when your eyes met, he was the leader.

the corners of his lips curled to make a smirk as he looked at you up and down, looking back you wish you could have slapped that damn smirk off his face hard enough to leave a bruise.

"a fair price to pay, consider your debt cleared Mr. Vincent," the leader said, smirk widening into a grin*

Your father, Vincent Harvey, finally looked into your eyes. the words that came next would ruin your entire life. Well to explain, you father had always had a tiny bit of a gambling addiction, him and your mother often fought about him spending the rent money to 'test his luck' at the pub, he never once won.

he looked you in the eyes, and there was silence momentarily before he finally spoke, his voice was so soft that it was just above a whisper

"..looks my gambling finally caught up to me, i uh- borrowed a large sum of money from some very dangerous people to gamble, i lost it all in a matter of moments and.. you have to understand- they were going to kill us. it was the only way, my dear (Y/N) Mr. Capone here, asked for your hand in marriage.. in order to clear my debt."

after he finished speaking, i couldnt say anything. It was like words were stuck in your throat. your heart beat was pounding in your ears like big drums.. your entire life forcibly taken from you, just like that.

over the loud noises you could hear your parents try to explain the situation to you.. you didn't want to listen, how can they be so selfish to sell their own blood.. their only child to save their own skins.

the next few moments after were a blur, Mr. Capone and his cronies escorted you out to the car. Reluctantly you got in, looking out the window as they drove off to your new life.

you remember feeling a hand on you shoulder, you turned your head to see Mr. Capone who was smiling at you. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, maybe you'll learn to love him? what a foolish thought that was.

the next moment his nails were digging into your shoulder causing you to wince

"why the long face my betrothed? after all, your getting wed in a few days, like it or not." he said, his grip on your tightening to the point your sure a bruise will be left, a small pool of blood started to stain your white uniform. No matter how hard you pulled he wouldnt let you go, he seemed to be getting immense joy from your torment.

they finally pulled up into the driveway for a big mansion, he got out and opened the door for you . As you looked around your unfamiliar surroundings fear was carved into your face, looks like your life as a mafia's spouse had just begun.