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* taz era story || falling from grace (mafia!au) one.

♫ "DON'T BLAME ME” TAYLOR SWIFT ⌲ Cast: F!Reader - runaway bride ; Taz - Lorenzo 'Lo'. ↺ Parts: One. Two (coming soon).

☼ Summary/Fic Request: can I ask for a Taz Skylar ( Dubz) where he is part of the mob (if you do Mafia AU) and the reader is from another country ( like America) and they met at some tropical resort for vacation and fall in love and of course they has some smexy times - @madness1999sworld

✎ A/N: Taz Era Story. Thank you for sending in this request! I really, really enjoyed writing it. And yes, there is going to be a part two (with the smexy times). I really hope you enjoy it, love! <3 This was my first mafia!au *crosses fingers* feedback and comments are appreciated. Thank you so much for the reads! ♥

‼ ‼ WARNINGS: feels, fluff, language, violence, mentions of abuse.

“I don’t think I can do this. I can’t do this. No.” You started hyperventilating with your hand gently hitting your chest. You took a step back until you felt the wall. Your white dress was getting caught in your heels so you ended up stumbling backward, falling back onto your ass.

“Mija, necesitas ser valiente (you need to be brave),” you heard your mother say softly to you as she leaned down in front of you. She took a hold of your chin so you were looking at her. “You are here. You are beautiful. You can make this happen.”

“I can’t. No. He’s -“ You sucked in a breath and gestured to the window, meaning the man waiting outside to call you his wife. You shook your head, locking your eyes with your mother. “He’s a cruel man, ‘ama (mama).” You exhaled and stepped up to your feet, kicking off your heels. Your mother followed and got to her feet as well to stand next to you.

“Please…” She begged and frowned at you.

It was your wedding day - the planner, hired by your fiancé, made it in a vacation spot in Mexico City, so you could remember your big day. And since it was becoming a reality, you started doubting yourself and wondering if you were making the right decision.

Once upon a time, you felt so much happiness with the man and saw the perfect ending. It started to change when he started questioning you with trivial things, asking if you had to go to work, beginning to suggest changes to your wardrobe.

You allowed yourself to believe he would grow out of it. But before the big day, he didn’t and verbally badmouthed you. He then left a large bruise on your lower back when he shoved you, then apologized repeatedly to you. He even cried in your lap, begging you to not leave him.

It was over.

“Te amo, ‘ama. (I love you, mother)” You kissed your mother’s forehead, squeezed her hands. “You get out.” You whispered and hugged her tightly, then rushing to the exit, pulling the door open and ran out of the venue.

You were not familiar with the surroundings, you were mentally preparing yourself to figure it out on your own. You could hear people calling your name, including your father and brother. But you didn’t turn back, you just ran feeling the ends of your dress getting caught in some brush.

“Fuck!” You cried out watching the thousand dollar dress ripping, you yanked the material and just kept going. You ended up in the street, nearly getting hit by an oncoming black SUV. You stopped, held up your hands to defend yourself.

A blonde-haired man, dressed in a black suit stepped out from the back seat. “Are you fucking crazy?” He called out as he pocketed his phone.

You sucked in a breath, not giving much thought and went around to the side of the vehicle and climbed into the backseat.

“Uh- hello?” The man snorted a laugh as he took his seat in the back again. He arched an eyebrow as he glanced over your tattered wedding dress, then heard loud voices.

You dropped down in the backseat and swallowed, giving him an expression of begging him to help. He glanced at you then up at his driver. “A la casa. (Home)” He instructed the driver acting casual as the group of men yelling at each other passed by the vehicle. “Are you a fugitive?” He teased picking up a piece of white material that was caught between the backseat cushions.

“Sure. Why not.” You muttered, until you felt it was secure to sit up on the seat. You ironed out the muddy dress, rubbed your bare feet against the carpet. You finally looked at your rescuer catching his deep blue eyes. You held out your hand to him and said your name to him.

He shook your hand, giving you a little grin. “Lorenzo. But you can call me Lo.” He leaned back into the seat, rubbing the side of his face. He cleared his throat and told his driver to head in a different direction.

“Thank you, Lo.” You used his name curiously. You glanced up at the driver and then over at him. “Where are we going?”

“It’s kinda shameful that you tattered this dress. I figured you could use something new.” He twitched the side of his mouth and shrugged.

You curled your toes to hide your feet, then nodded. You were already mentally working on a way out, maybe you could find a way to the hotel you were supposed to be staying at. If you could just get your hands on a little bit of money, you could leave.

The driver turned and parked in front of a small boutique. The planning in your head came to a stop when you saw the clothes at the window. You opened your mouth and looked over at the man. “What the hell?”

“It’s called clothes, cariño. Come on.” He exited the vehicle while waiting for you to do the same. You opened the door slowly, stepping along the sidewalk as you followed him inside the shop. You brushed back your hair, even though it was already a mess but maybe just a little decency never hurt anyone.

The employees greeted the man happily and went over to him to give him small greeting kisses on the cheeks. He smiled smoothly and did the same. He let out a small laugh when the employees gushed over him, then turned their attention to you. They weren’t so thrilled anymore, raising their eyebrows.

“¿Puedes ayudarla? (Can you help her?)” He asked sympathetically and patted his chest. “Ella esta muy perdida. (She is very lost).” He exhaled sadly and glanced over at you.

You narrowed your eyes at what he was saying and how he was saying it. You opened your mouth as you were about to rebuttal but he reached for your hand, gave it a tender squeeze. The employees nodded understanding, then guided you to the dressing room as they started handing you different clothes.

Lo took a seat outside the rooms, relaxing in one of the cushioned chairs, smirking to himself as he heard you struggling to take off the dress. “Need help?” He called out.

“No!” You growled lowly. The dress zipper was stuck thanks to all the running you did. He exhaled, getting to his feet and pulled back the curtain stepping inside.

“Turn.” He instructed and twirled his finger. You rolled your eyes as you obeyed his instruction. He found the zipper, pinched it and started carefully pulling it down your back. His finger tips trailed down your spine as the zipper moved, then he stopped on your lower back. The deep bruise was still very present, he fell quiet. Your muscles tensed when his finger gently caressed the spot.

“Thank you.” You muttered and shoved him out of the room, shutting the curtain. You stared at yourself in the mirror.

It was the first time anyone saw any bruises on your body, you felt your knees begin to shake. To keep yourself together, you held yourself up by resting your hands against the mirror. You breathed in deeply, allowed whatever was left of the wedding dress to drop to the floor and grabbed the pair jeans. You tugged them on, then dropped the oversized hoodie over your body. You unclipped all the cute barrettes tangled in your hair and made a quick loose braid, draping it over your shoulder.

You took a seat on the little bench in the room and picked up the boots, laced them up after you tugged on the socks the employees picked out. Once you felt better, you stood up and noticed a dress still on the hanger. It was gorgeous, perfectly colored. You saw the price and gasped. “Shit,” you muttered. You left the dress, pulling open the curtain and walked out of the dressing room.

Lo looked you up and down, snorting a laugh at the outfit you chose. He tugged on the pocket of the hoodie. “Why did I figure you’d pick this?”

“Fugitive, remember?” You joked. “I don’t have money….” you whispered. “But if I can go-”

Lo held up his hand to stop you from speaking, as he got to his feet. “Don’t worry.” He reassured you. He went to the counter, nudging his head in the direction of your outfit and then pointed to the dress. The clerk smiled and nodded her head, then went to retrieve the dress and heels. She packed it up in a box, then took his payment.

You chewed on your bottom lip, walking over to stand beside him. You tapped on the box that was sitting on the counter.

“Tira el vestido feo...por favor, (Throw the ugly dress, please)” you asked the clerk meekly. Then exchanged a quick look at him, smirking playfully. Lo nodded his head with an impressed expression. He thanked the clerk, winking at her and walked out of the boutique with you.

“Smart. You’re smart,” he opened the door to his car for you.

“Thank you.” You climbed inside the car, resting the box on your lap. Lo went around to get in on the opposite. Once you were both inside, the driver started the car and drove in the direction of a gated mansion. You gently pressed your head against the window as you took in the scenery, the Greek statues, the unique-looking plants. “You live here?” You pointed, feeling like you just asked a dumb question.

Lo laughed lightly. “I do.”

The driver pulled into the front of the home. Lo reached over to open your door when he noticed you weren’t moving. “Vamos. (Let’s go)” He then opened his own door, waiting for you to catch up with him. You hugged the box to your chest, staring up at the wooden doors.

“You have a lion knocker?” You laughed nervously stepping up to the door, touching the copper lion. “Wow. A little cliche, but really cool.” You smiled glancing up at Lo.

“Thanks. It was an addition from my grandmother. She has a thing for lions.” He unlocked the door and opened it waiting for you to pass the threshold first. You did but not before you used the lion knocker. You continued walking inside, wide eyed as you explored the entrance. There was expensive pieces of art hanging on the walls.

“Are these real?” You pointed to one and then at him.

He casually placed his hands into his pockets, pursing his lips. “Yeah. Some are family heirlooms, some purchased from travels, inherited. Are you an aesthete?” He asked, taking a few steps in your direction.

You opened your mouth, let out a small laugh. “My grandfather had a tiny piece of art - he claimed - belonged to Frida Kahlo. We didn’t believe him,” you smiled. You crossed your arms, stepping closer to one of the hanging art pieces. “He was an artist. He loved it. He actually gave it to me before he passed. It was a piece of Frida’s self portrait, unfinished.”

“That’s a real painting. Why didn’t you believe him?”

“He had an imagination. He was a great man.” You dug out a locket from around your neck, carefully took it off and opened it. Inside was a tiny piece of old paper with what looked like pencil marks. “I carry it with me. It was important to him, so es importante para mí.” (It is important to me).

Lo lifted up the locket, studying the piece and grinning softly. “Very nice.” He closed the locket carefully, placing it back in your hands. “Have you seen it?”

“Oh no. No. Maybe one day.” You shrugged. “Thank you for buying me these clothes, welcoming me into your home. I should figure out how to get to my hotel.” You rubbed the back of your neck, rocking back on the heels of your boots.

“You’re welcome. But I don’t think that’s a particularly good idea.” He pressed his lips into a thin line, leaning forward a little. “Did you see those cabrones (assholes) after you?” He snorted a little laugh. “Besides, I have a party tonight. And will you be my plus one?”

It was true. You saw your finance’s friends coming after you before you crawled inside the truck. But you didn’t event know this man. Who was he? You didn’t think you could exactly trust him. But you stood in his home, in clothes he bought for you. It could be worse.

“Okay. I sense the hesitation,” he teased. “How about you give me the night, then if you hate everything, I’ll get you back home. Deal?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Fine. Deal.” You nodded. “So, what time is this party? And where can I change?”

“Follow me.” He nudged his head and went up the stairs. You followed, admiring the hanging art. He opened the door for you, gesturing to the lavish bedroom. You whistled while you walked in, setting the box down on the bed. “I’ll come check on you. But make yourself comfortable.” He grinned, closing the doors behind him.

Once you were alone, you breathed out and sat down on the carpeted floor. You ran your fingers through the soft threads. A part of you wished you could just stay, but then you knew better. How long could you stay away before time was up? You finally got to your feet, went to the bathroom to take a shower and get changed for the party.

The dress fit you nicely, maybe a little more revealing than you were used to. But you would make it work. You picked up the heels, then dropped them back into the box. You could already hear noises downstairs. They were setting up for the party.

You opened the door quietly and peeked over the railing to see people go in and out. You saw Lo greeting a group of well dressed individuals then gestured for them to follow him. You grew curious, then went downstairs excusing yourself. The door to the study was closed, you stood outside for a moment and were about to turn when you could vaguel hear the voices.

“You said you could handle it,” Lo said with a small laugh. “And you didn’t?”

“I did. Don’t fucking act all high and mighty now,” a voice snapped. “Your only there because of who you are. You don’t fucking deserve shit, Lorenzo.”

Lo laughed again. Then it got a little quiet. You rubbed your chin, then heard the man growl in sudden pain. Your eyes went wide. A sense of desperation set in, you scrambled backward and ran into one of the chefs.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You tried to help him gather the dishes he dropped. He only muttered at you in Spanish, you could catch every other word.

The doors opened, Lo stepped outside and grinned at you while you gathered the dishes. “Causing a scene already?” He teased.

“No. No. Accident.” You laughed nervously and apologized again to the chef. You turned around to face Lo who was stepping up to you. “I was just checking out the party. Very nice,” you moved your arms around to the decorators.

Lo’s lips started to form a little smile, then nodded his head unsure if he could really trust what you were saying. “Okay. Well, everything is still getting ready. So, I’ll see you in a bit,” he winked turning on his feet to walk in the direction of some of his staff, picking up a conversation.

You exhaled, your eyes darting toward the office door, but then decided against the curiosity in the pit of your stomach. You went back up the stairs and toward the guest room, closing the door behind you. You sat back down on the carpet, trying to get yourself into the zen. Then, you heard some buzzing happening on the nightstand next to the bed. You peeked over the mattress to spot your cell phone sitting on the stand.

“What…” You murmured. You could have sworn you left it behind, you got to your knees and headed to the nightstand picking up your phone. The number flashing across the screen was one you didn’t recognize. You furrowed your eyebrows while you answered. “Hello?”

“Baby!” Your fiance gasped, sounding heartbroken. “Where the fuck are you?” His voice dropped a few octives signaling to you he was now alone. “Get yourself back here and fucking tell me what happened. Okay?”

You swallowed, remaining quiet trying to figure out what you could say to him.

“I’m not mad at you! I’m not fucking mad.” His laugh was bitter and frustrated as he stayed on the line with you.

“I-” You started to stutter into the phone, then you heard a knock at the door. You got to your feet still holding the phone, went to answer the door to find Lo on the other side, holding up a small box to you. “Oh?”

“This is for you. I figured you needed something to match,” he smiled smoothly.

“Hey! Answer me!” Your fiance screamed over the phone. Lo arched an eyebrow, glancing at your face then at your phone.

“No.” You pulled the phone away from your ear and turned it off. “Sorry… wrong number. And how did it get here?” You shook your phone.

“The driver found it in the car.” His words weren’t very convincing, but you weren’t going to pressure him to answer. He took a step inside the room, opening the box and held up the gold bracelet to you. “I know you have your locket, figured you could something for your wrist.”

Your eyes went wide at the bracelet, then up to his face. You weren’t an expert in jewelry but you could see that it was probably worth more than anything you own. A soft whistle left your lips while you carefully held it in your hands. Lo snorted a soft chuckle, then he unclipped it and placed it around your wrist.

“Why are you being so kind? I literally could be a criminal.” You asked quietly, raising your eyebrows as you admired the bracelet on your wrist.

Lo grinned at you. “Take what you want. I won’t be upset.” He gently touched your hand, curling his fingers around your palm, waited until you looked up at him. “I can see you deserve more. I’d like to give it you, even for one day.” He nodded, then lifted your hand up kissed your knuckles once, then twice. “Party starts soon. I suggest you get your shoes on.”

He let go of your hand, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Your fingers briefly traced over your knuckles still feeling his warm lips.

“Shit.”

Smooth music started playing downstairs, crowds started gathering and talking over each other. There was a lot of exchange of gossip, words, along with glasses of alcohol. You slipped on the heels, ironed out the dress over your thighs as you went to join the party. No one looked familiar - which didn’t surprise you. These people were all his friends, and some looked like very important people in this city. You smiled politely as you moved through the crowd to see what space best fit.

You picked up a glass of wine, thanking the waiter while you took a sip. Your shoulders tensed for a moment when you felt someone come up behind you. Their hands briefly ran down your arms. “Beautiful.” They whispered. “I didn’t think you would actually come, thought you would be too busy rummaging through my belongings.”

“That’s for later..” You joked, sipping your wine before you turned to face Lo. “I already know which rooms to hit up.”

Lo chuckled softly, nodded his head. “Smart. You’ll find good stuff.” He picked up his own drink of bourbon, taking a small sip. He glanced around the people filling his house, exhaling, making greeting expressions to the people who waved at him. You watched him for a moment. It would be foolish to not notice how handsome he was, the rings that covered his own fingers, even tho he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt you could see the tattoos peeking through. You pressed your lips together, clicking your heels together.

“Do you like these people?”

“Not particularly.” He answered quickly but kept his charming smile for the guests.

“So, is this just for face?” You finished your wine, setting down the empty glass on the nearby table.

“Something like that.” He licked his lips after he threw back his own drink, placing the glass next to yours. He put his hands in his pockets and gave you his attention. “So, why did you leave your wedding?”

“Uh-” You pushed your lips to the side of your mouth. Your heart was starting beat harder against your chest as you trie dto find the words to describe the morning. It was supposed to be the perfect day, the one day you had been waiting for, but it turned into something you wanted to erase. You could feel Lo’s eyes on you, not judging you, you sensed a calmness and concern radiating off him. “Cliche shit. But I realized he wasn’t the one. He-” You stopped midsentence.

Lo nodded, making a half-smile fall over his lips. “Well, let’s make sure you have a good night, yeah?” He slipped his hand into yours, twirled you around and brought you closer to him. He gently pressed his forehead against yours, then winked.

For the rest of the night, you stuck by his side while he introduced to a few close friends of his. He told them you were a friend simply visiting the town. You played along, smiling kindly at them. You grew a little curious when he talked lowly to certain people, but then didn’t draw any attention. It wasn’t your place to judge. You were a guest in his home among his friends.

Once the party was over, you carried yourself back to the guest bedroom and tossed the heels you had on aside, curling your toes against the rug. You then plopped down on the bed, exhaling relaxed.

“Thank you,” Lo said as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Oh! You’re welcome.” You smiled softly at him. “Now I have to rummage, if you excuse me.” You joked ,watching him as he walked into the room and stood in front of the bed. Your eyes traveled up his body until the locked with his. “Thank you,” your voice cracked.

“Sleep well, love.” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head politely.

“Can you stay here?” You asked quietly, reaching for his hand.

“Yes. I can.” He didn’t hesitate to answer you, he didn’t question you. He unbuttoned his shirt, tugging it off and hanging it over the ottoman in the corner of the room. You crawled backwards, tossing back the covers, slipping your legs under them. He walked over doing the same, staying on his side of the bed.

You turned on your side at the same moment he did so you two were looking at one another. “He’s controlling. He likes things a certain way. I wasn’t fitting so he tried to change that.” You murmured your confession, swallowing down the lump building in your throat. “He likes perfect things. No soy. (I am not).”

Lo remained quiet as he listened to you. His expression didn’t change, it was soft, kind, but behind his eyes would could see an annoyance building. You smiled sadly and then broke the eye gaze, looking down at the bed. Lo scooted closer to your side, brushing back the strands of hair from your face.

“His loss.” He shrugged, half smiling.

“Yes. His.” You pressed your lips together. “Good night, Lo.”

“Good night, cariño (darling),” he draped his arm around you, careful running his fingers down your spine. You scooted in closer to him, nuzzling against his chest.

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