Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Oh gosh - I have to be careful here. Okay. I don't own anything associated with the Disney Channel, or anything related to any mafia. I am not making a profit out of this, just for the joy.

A/N: It's Theresa! BACK WITH ANOTHER STORY. Now I don't know much about the underworld - Meaning the Mafia - But let's assume here, okay. Imagination... -creepy Spongebob impersonation- And they're about 17 here, and very rebellious. And Oliver's hot. But you already know that. :) Okay - I tried to make this as good as possible, and well - Here you go. If you don't understand anything, review, and I'll reply. I'll try.


I Married the Mafia

Summary: Two modern day mafia families who absolutely despise each other. What happens when the heirs to each family's throne fall in love with each other? Will the families approve or will it just cause more drama and fights? Moliver AU


Miley 'Stewart' awoke to a pounding headache which wasn't helping the fact that she was sweltering hot from the heat of Venice at the moment.

Another thump invaded the back of her head, and she groaned. She buried her face into what she thought was her abnormally hard pillow.

She inhaled sharply when her lips brushed something warm, soft...

And skin-like.

She tentatively lifted her head up, and looked down, to see two feet sticking out of the covers.

She wriggled her toes around.

Suddenly the other foot twitched, and she froze.

She didn't move her other foot at all.

Miley let her head swivel back around to the top of the so-called pillow, which she now realized was moving...

Her clear blue eyes came in contact with brown ones, and she did the one thing any sane person would do.

She screamed.

Miley snatched the sheets, wrapping up her body, while pointing a shaky finger at the now confused-looking person, Oliver Oken.

"WHAT THE HELL--"

"--Don't yell--" he whined, sticking his fingers in his ears.

She screamed in frustration, picking up a nearby pillow and smacking him.

"Yes. Hit harder, Stewart, a pillow is really gonna stop me."

She froze as she heard a gun click, and slowly lowered the pillow.

Their eyes met, and the two young heirs to their respective mafia family's thrones glared at each other.

In a flash, Miley managed to snatch her own revolver up from her bedside table and pointed it at him.

He looked surprised, but he raised his eyebrows challengingly, trying his best to not focus on the fact that she dropped the sheets from around her.

She smirked, seeing his weakness - Although, she was finding it hard to concentrate as well, considering that he didn't have sheets either.

In a flash, the tension was cut, and their guns discarded to one side as they both strode forward, hands finding the right place on each other's bodies while their lips collided in a fierce kiss.

She inhaled a much needed breath, as he started kissing her jawline. She tangled her hands in his unruly hair, while managing to breathe out a question, "Where-- What-- Where does this-- Put us?"

He lightly bit down on her delicate skin, and she inhaled sharply. He moved his head back up to her face, and attacked her lips so ferociously that she almost felt like she was gonna to lose them.

"I. Don't. Know," he mumbled between desperate kisses. "Can't. We. Talk. La - Ter?"

She gave in, as they fell back onto the bed, both vying for dominance.

--

"So..." she spoke up, as the silence continued to absorb them.

"So..." he repeated, his finger tracing a random pattern on her back.

"I have to catch a flight back to California today."

"Me too."

She raised her eyebrow, smacking his chest lightly. "Have you been following me?"

He shrugged. "Maybe."

"I knew there had to be reason why you were on the plane."

"Now there's a better reason," he mumbled, pressing his lips against hers.

"We're not sitting together-- Oh." She giggled, nuzzling her face against his shoulder. "Forgot for a second."

"Yes.. Geez - Learn to use your power," he jokingly reprimanded.

She tensed slightly, as she sighed, rolling over so that she was resting her elbows on his chest.

"What about.. them?"

"Who's them?"

She rolled her eyes, waiting for him to let it sink in.

He paused.

"Oh.. Our families?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "Daddy would destroy you."

He nodded, not wanting to think about what would happen to her if his parents found out.

Her voice jolted him back to reality.

"Right-- About that previous question-- Where does this put us?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. Where do you want it?"

She raised an eyebrow, and a ghost of a smirk flicked across her lips.

He rolled his eyes this time. "Oh come on. You know what I meant."

She laughed, as she let her fingers dance across his chest, poking at random spots. "I don't know-- Last night - Was a blur-- I can't remember-- I just remember.. Yelling at you a lot or something.."

"I remember getting drunk," he offered, semi-helpfully.

"And obviously something happened.. Which happened again.. So.. I'm guessing we both wanted it?" she questioned, a little hopefully.

"Oh.. and uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. He held up her left hand, which now that she looked at it, held a simple gold band.

She paused.

"How-- When--" She nearly forgot how to breathe.

"Breathe. Breathe," he coaxed, rubbing her back.

She gasped for a breath, almost hyperventilating, as she stared at the offending article of jewelry.

"Oliver-- This.. Is.. Horrible!" she burst, digging her nails into his chest.

He winced, gently taking her offending claws off his skin.

"Thanks, nice to know that marrying me is horrible - Even if it was on impulse! You know, most girls would jump at the chance to marry me--" she cut off his rambling with a sharp smack to his cheek. "Hey!"

"Shut up for a second and let me think."

He nodded. He knew her personality. She could probably rip him apart if he pissed her off.

"Alright." She slid off him, and he whined in protest, flailing his arms, trying to get her back. She started pacing the room. "Do you remember where this," she asked, pointing at the ring. "Happened?"

"In some chapel in the heart of Venice."

"Do you remember where?" At his hesitant nod, and questioning look, she continued. "Well - We've got to get rid of any certificate or records of that."

"Oh..." He grinned slyly. "We put fake names with our fake ids, remember?"

She stared at him for a moment, absorbing that sentence.

Her worried face crumbled, and there was an enthusiastic smile on her face.

She leaped on him, just as he was standing up, and they both tumbled back onto the used bed.

She kissed his face repeatedly, sometimes not even reaching his lips.

"Whoa - Tiger--" He was enjoying this assault, but he knew that if they got into anything serious, they'd both miss their flight, and well - Their parents would send somebody out to find them.

She seemed to read his mind, as she grinned, getting off him. She skipped into the bathroom, but not before gathering up her clothes, which were scattered everywhere. As the door shut, he heard her say something that sounded like, "That's what airplane stalls are for"

--

Now, background history on their families.

California was strange place to be conducting this sort of business - But Malibu and L.A was where all the rich people were.

Miley's father, Robbie Ray, well he came from a long line of business moguls in the underworld, and it was tradition that somebody in the family continue it.

Originally it was supposed to be Miley's brother - Jackson, but he was killed in a 'car crash', as her father put it, as was her mother - So there was nobody left to help but her - And frankly, she didn't find this whole life so appealing.

But, the moment she found out about her mother and brother's deaths, she was filled with rage - Rage to destroy those people who killed her family.

And so she found out that it was Oliver's family.

She remembered wanting to hate Oliver when they met for the first time - But from that meeting - They had some sort of love-hate relationship. They'd constantly fight - But for each fight, there'd be something to ... Ahem.. Make up for it - And finally, reaching up to this point in Venice - Where she was conducting some.. Business, it just escalated.

And now, she couldn't even remember why she hated him in the first place.

Oliver's family was different - It was rather new on the scene, but rising to power quickly. Unlike her family, who was royalty from birth, his family had to work to get to the top, and they were quite sore about it.

There'd be constant deaths, resulting from fights with this family.

Oliver had 2 other brothers - One older, and one younger - But his older brother didn't want to have anything to do with this sort of life, so he dropped out, and was sorta disowned from the family. Oliver's younger brother, however, wanted the priveleges that Oliver received - Being able to travel around, and to go to meetings, and all that jazz.

And long story short, both families hated each other with a passion, and well - at the moment, the ideal targets, were the young heirs, who were currently checking out of the hotel, preparing to part for the airport.


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