Mafia Romano x Reader: Safe and Sound

Tears began to stream down my face, my whole body hurt. I looked at my arms and bit my lip to hold back the sobs. They were covered cuts and bruises. Blood matted hair stuck to my forehead and cheeks. My legs hurt, I could barely move them. I ran a hand over them, the bruises were becoming a deeper purple color. I stopped at my ankle and gasped in pain. It began to ache and throb, I began to wonder if it was broken. My scrambled thoughts of pain and terror wandered back to him.
"Romano." I whispered his name without thinking and smiled. I winced as I tried to sit up against the wall, my side hurt so bad. I probably had a few broken ribs. I heard footsteps in the hall and flinched, I bit my lip holding back the wimpers from the pain. "Romano." I said his name louder, sobs escaped my lips. The door opened and a man in black walked in. A cold fear gripped me, I sat staring up wide eyed at the man, trembling. My cheek was suddenly stinging from the slap his large hand gave me.
"Shut Up!" He spit through his teeth. "Boss doesn't want to hear another word out of you. Capisce(1)" I nodded, easily ignoring the pain. I screamed as I felt him pull me up by the roots of my hair. He chuckled darkly and threw me at the ice cold stone floor. The door slammed and I was desperately choking back the sobs. I had to think of something else. I couldn't make any other noise or they'd come in and beat me again. 'Romano' I thought. 'Romano.' Again my thoughts wandered back to my love. I remembered the way he held me. His arms wrapped around me holding me close to him, his lips brushed gently across my forehead.


"Romano." I complained as peels of laughter escaped. He grinned and refused to let me go. "Stop, let go."
"Nope, I'm-a afraid I can not." I turned to face him narrowing my eyes playfully at him. "I can't let my love go. She's mine, She's the light of my life." He whispered and kissed my forehead. I laid my head on his chest and loosely wrapped my arms around his neck.

One memory after another played.

"il mio amore(2)?" I called grinning, I saw Romano sitting in his office working on something. I brought my hand up to the slightly opened door and knocked on it. He heard the soft knock and turned to look at me. "May I?" I asked, he shut his book and beckoned me over with a flick of his hand. I tip-toed in. He spun his chair around and I giggled.
"What?" He looked at me curious.
"You looked like the godfather when you spun around like that. You could be in the Mafia." He cleared his throat and looked a little uncomfortable. I handed him a cup of warm cappuccino and smiled. He stared at it for a minute then placed it on his desk.
"_______?" My eyebrows rose as I looked down at him. He pulled me into his arms and I sat on his lap. His arms wrapped loosely around my waist and his lips were on my shoulder.
"Hmm?"
"Would you..." He hesitanted. "Would you-a leave me if...if I was in the Mafia??" He said the last part in a rush. I tilted my head slightly as I thought.
"Ummm..." I continued to think. I loved him no matter what.
"Please answer truthfully." He whispered.
"No." I finally answered. "I love you and I don't think I could ever leave you Romano. No" I said again sure this time. "No, I wouldn't leave you. I couldn't let you go. Ti amo.(3)" I said in a weird accent. "Did I say it right?" I looked back at him and he smiled at me.
"Si, perfetto(4)." My laughter and his faded away after that. The bright and happy room faded back to the tiny dark room. The sunlight that shone through the wide windows of his office changed to partial moonlight that seeped through the thick leaves of the trees outside the tiny window. He was in the Mafia... Romano... was in the Mafia. I hadn't understood his question at the time, but now it all made sense.

All the secrecy...

I burst in the door to his office.
"Romano." I sang. Men were crowded around the table and Romano was at the head of it. His initial expression was strange, he seemed to be caught of guard. Then in an instant his expression was nearly fury.
"________, leave now!" He growled. I skid to a stop and stared at him perplexed. "Get out! Wait for me out-a side!" I couldn't move from the surprise, he had never yelled at me before. He had never even been angry with me. His brother, who looked almost exactly like him, came and took me out, shutting the door behind him.
"V-veneziano." I stuttered. He looked at me in concern.
"I'm-a sorry that Romano a-yelled at you donna(5)."
"What was going on in there?? Romano isn't normally like that, why did he act like that??" I didn't care that he had yelled at me. I wanted to know why though, why was he acting so strange.
"Ummm..." He trailed off. "It's just-a the family business. Don't-a worry about it a-too much donna(5)." His eyes shifted nervously. "Hey! Why don't I-a make you some-a pasta!" I smiled and just let it go.  
"Sure, that sounds nice." I grinned. Seeing that he had been uncomfortable, I didn't want to push it.

All the guns I found scattered across the house...


I was in Romano's bedroom bathroom washing my face, when I remembered that he had commented that the toilet was acting odd and he was going to need to call a plumber. My dad had work as a plumber for a time and had shown me a few things, so I thought 'Why not? I could take a look.' I dried my face, then made my way over to the toilet. I jiggled the handle and realized the tank sounded like it was filling up with water. It had been making that sound since I had walked in around five minutes ago. I removed the toilet tank lid and placed it on the toilet bowl lid. I looked inside to see that the flapper at the bottom of the tank was stuck. I reached into the tank and adjusted it.
"Fixed." I grinned and felt accomplished. I was lifting the lid to put it back on the tank when I was a black object in the tank. My eyebrows pulled together and I set the lid down again. I stuck my hand into the tank again and pulled it out. It was wrapped in plastic wrap. I tore the tape and unwrapped it. I took a good look at it then froze. It was a handgun.
"_________??" Romano called. "__________??" Then the door swung open. "There you are amore(6), I was-a looking for you everywhe-" He stared at me with the gun, the incredulity plain on his face. "Amore?(6) What are you-a doing with that gun??"
"I was fixing the toilet because you said it was acting weird and I found it in the tank in plastic wrap." I handed the gun to him. He took it and stuck it in his jacket pocket.
"Come on." He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the bathroom.

And why I was here...

I was here because I was Romano's girl. His ragazza(7), his donna(5) however they said it but it meant the same thing. This was one of the rival Mafias and they were trying to show Romano's Mafia that they were in charge now. Romano was the head of his Mafia from what I understood, and If they had the head of Mafia's girl then...
The door swung open, the man in black returned. He grabbed me and swung me onto his shoulder. I whimpered but otherwise repressed any sound. He let me down and put a sack over my head. Once the burlap sack covered my face, I let the tears go. I was on his shoulder again, air blew past us and I heard a door open. I was thrown into a chair.
"You want to see your girl?? Well here's your girl Vargas." The sack was ripped off and I saw Romano for the first time in an eternity.
"Romano." I sobbed, I was so happy to see him. He looked at me horrified.
"________." Then fury lit his amber eyes and he shot out of his seat. His hands gripping the table. "You Bastardos. Now you're gonna pay!!!" He pulled out a gun.
"You shoot, she dies." The man in black put a gun to my head. I looked at him slightly smiling.
"Romano." He looked at me, his expression put a knot in my throat. Nothing felt real, This all felt like a dream.
"Put the gun down Vargas." The man said. He threw the gun away.
"There. Now give her to me and you can have your man back." Romano's men moved to reveal their hostage. One of the men pushed him forward. I was pulled up by an arm, I winced in pain. Romano scowled and took a step to the side, waiting for me. I longed for his arms to be around me, for us to walk out of here. For his gentle voice to say "You're safe now". The other hostage made it over safe and now it was my turn. I tried to take a step and was pulled back.
"What is this?! Give her to me now!!!"
"I don't think so Vargas." The gun was at my head again.
"That wasn't the deal. Get her to me now!!" He roared. The boss seemed unphased.
"Your deal expired." What happened next happened so fast I didn't have time to blink. Romano nodded and a familiar looking man with green eyes appeared from behind the boss and pushed me to the ground. He dragged me under the table, I cried out in pain. Then gunshots were heard and I cowered into the green eyed man.
"I'm sorry Chica." He whispered and became my shield as he carefully but quickly dragged me to the other side of the table.
"Romano." I whispered when we came out the other end. He looked at me, his expression pained.
"Get her out of here!" He yelled over the fire. The man nodded once and picked me up, running out of the room.
"Romano!!" I screamed. I couldn't leave him there. "Go back!" I cried.
"Don't worry chica, Romano will make it out fine. A few scratches at the most." He chuckled trying to lighten the mood. I looked at him and suddenly remembered him, from a picture I saw.
"Antonio."
"Sí(8)." Just then there was an explosion from the room we had just come from.
"NO!!! ROMANO!!!" I screamed and buried my face into Antonio's shoulder.
"Amore." His voice. I turned to see him standing up against a wall. Antonio put me down and I limped over to him. His arms waited wide open.
"Romano." I kissed him and was in his arms at last.

'Just close your eyes, You'll be alright. Come morning light, You and I'll be safe and sound...'