Mafia!Romano X Reader

Nerves. Fear. Both coursed through your veins as Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert lead you down the hall to see the boss of the Mafia, Lovino Vargas. You were taken as a captive after you saw them killing someone. You'd only been captured a couple hours prior.

"Ve're here, frau," Gilbert announced. "Good luck. You'll need it."

"Si!"

"Oui!"

You took a deep breath. "Thanks… I guess."

The door opened. Francis looked at you with a look that said "wait". You just stood there in the black dress that they gave you to wear. Your (h/l) (h/c) locks styled perfectly.

"You can come in now, bella." A voice yelled.

The one yelling was a young man his suit with a red tie. You had to admit it, he was absolutely stunning with his light auburn hair with its strange curl to the right of his head. You can even tell his smile in his hazel eyes. He even had the time an accent I could make you melt if you weren't scared for your life.

"You can't leave, bella," he said as he pointed to a chair. "You saw one of our operations, and you should have seen it."

"Feliciano," another voice growled, "I'll take it from here."

"Yes, boss!" Feliciano said.

Wait! So that wasn't the boss you were talking to?

Another man sat down across from you. He just like Feliciano, except his hair and eyes were darker than the curl was on the other side his head. He also didn't look happy.

"Ragazza, I'll give you a choice," he said. "You can die for what you saw, or you can do something for me."

You were worried… more than before.

"You can be mine, ragazza."

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I say."

He looked into your (e/c) eyes.

"I could always shoot you, but it would be a shame to kill you, bella."

You were horrified at the thought of being shot. You weren't too keen on becoming the mafioso's girl either, though. You like the thought of living. You liked it enough that you decided to agree.

"I'll be your ragazza," you said.

"Mia moglie," he said, correcting you.

~(Time skip)~

It'd been two days since you were married to Lovino. He had waited two weeks after you agreed to marry you. As you two got to know each other and those two weeks, you fell for the feisty Italian.

"Mio caro," he began one night.

"Si?" You asked as you cuddled with him.

"Do you remember how I told you not to mess with my curl?"

"Yeah," you said. Confusion laced your voice.

"Do it anyway."

The moment your finger touched the curl, he forced his lips onto yours. You gasped in shock, giving him a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He pulled away from you.

"Ti amo cosi tanto!"

"Anch'io ti amo."

His lips met yours once more with you kissing back. Let's say this: You had a fun night.

Translations:

Si/Oui-Yes

Bella-Beautiful

Ragazza- Girl

Mia Moglie- My Wife

Mio Caro- My Dear

Ti amo cosi tanto!- I love you so much!

Anch'io ti amo. - I love you too.