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Chapter 7- Foolish Acts of Violence |Illuso x Reader Angst|

Warning: physical abuse, strong language, blood. MA.

"I love you," Illuso told you as he stared down at you, the scent of whiskey on his breath as his hand caressed your cheek gently. "Be honest, do you love me?"

You were taken aback by Illuso, saying he loved you, your eyebrows instantly raising as you felt your face slightly heat up. "Um.. I think it's about to rain," you replied, quickly heading towards the back door of the base, wanting nothing more than to go back inside. As you felt him grab your wrist, you froze, your body going stiff when he dragged you back towards him, grip suddenly tightening.

"I asked you a question," he spoke calmly, grip going even tighter when you avoided his now hard gaze. "Don't you think you should show me some respect and answer me?"

"It's hardly been two months," you mutteted, suddenly feeling as if you needed to get away from him fast. "I don't think I can say if I love you yet or not. We've hardly sp-" you were cut off by his fist suddenly crashing into your face, knocking you to the ground.

You blinked as your body roughly hit the concrete, your elbows slamming against the hard stone as you heard a slight crack in your jaw. You heard his footsteps coming towards you, causing you to quickly scoot your body away from him. You opened your mouth slightly, blood pouring from your mouth, preventing you from speaking.

"Fuck.. I didn't mean to hit you that hard," you heard Illuso faintly say above you, a dull ringing shooting from your ears. "I don't fucking love you anyways, I was just saying that to get your reaction. Come on, let me help you up. Get the fuck up," he told you, his hands suddenly grasping your wrists.

You didn't like him touching you.. he shouldn't be touching you. He hurt you. You wanted his hands off of you now. As he pulled you up, you quickly turned to face him, puffing your cheeks out slightly and letting your mouth fill with blood. As he looked at you with confusion in his red eyes, you spit, coating his face with your blood.

Instead of letting go like you expected him too, he grasped you tighter, slamming your body against the brick wall. "Are you fucking serious!? I'm going to fuck you up bitch!" As he said that the back door of the hideout suddenly opened, Melone and Formaggio stepping out.

"Why the fuck are you touching her like that!? Let her go now!" Melone snapped, rushing forward to grab you. That caused Illuso to let you go immediately, stepping back with his hands raised. "What's wrong with you!?" You felt Melones hand on your wrist but he immediately pulled away. "You bastard.. her wrists, her elbows, her face.. what the fucks the matter with you!?"

"She belongs to all of us, I'll hit her if I wanna hit her. I'll do whatever the fuck I want to her and she'll take it," Illuso taunted back at Melone, causing him to let you go and step towards Illuso. "The cunt deserved it. I'll punch her in front of you if you hit me. I won't fight you Melone, but if you hit me then I'll beat the shit out of her."

As you suddenly saw Melone reach for his gun, holister, you reached out for his hand, grasping it as you pulled him towards you. "Ignore him, Melone. He hits like a little bitch anyways. Do I look like I'm crying or in pain?" You were in a lot of pain, but you sure as hell weren't going to show it. "I'm not scared of him. I'm fine." You didn't give a fuck about Illuso; you needed to calm down Melone immediately.

"How about I punch you again and -"

"Shut the fuck up you stupid bastard, you'll never touch me again. I'm done with you, not like you're worth much anyways," you snapped at Illuso, causing him to step forward. "You are pathetic. You dumb, brainless limp dick fuck!"

"Oh my God everyone fucking separate now," Formaggio spoke loudly as he stood in front of Illuso, his back facing you. "Melone, take Y/N away. She needs to be cleaned up and her elbows need ointment. She's hurt."

Melone shook his head, "No.. fuck this. Y/N, you're coming home with me." He continued to shake his head as he pulled his hand away from yours, instead placing his arm around your shoulder as he led you back into the base. "Pack all your essentials and enough clothes for a week as quickly as you - can you walk?"

You felt slightly dizzy, not noticing your blood dripping on the hardwood floor as you felt yourself step to the side. "Can you walk?" You repeated to him, causing his arms to secure around you.

"I'll pack your things.. just.." You heard a darkness in Melones tone that was kind of frightening. He suddenly led you to the dining room area, sitting you in front of Ghiaccio. "Please.. a few minutes. Make sure Illuso stays away from her."

Ghiaccio looked up from his computer, his eyes landing on Melone. "Take all the time you need," he told him, keeping his voice low. As Melone rushed off, Ghiaccio closed his laptop, grabbing a few napkins from the center of the wooden dining room table. "Are any of your teeth loose? Do you feel severe pain in your jaw?"

You shook your head slowly, your head having a now throbbing pain. "It's fine."

"Who did this to you?" He questioned as he stood up, heading to the kitchen area. You heard the water run a few seconds before it stopped, light footsteps hurrying back towards you. "My guess is either Illuso or Prosciutto. I don't see anyone else punching you like this." Suddenly, you felt a warm paper towel on your face, causing you to flinch as he pressed the cloth against your cheek, rubbing gently. "I'll be gentle.. I just want to clean you up. I'm not trying to hurt you."

You let the blank expression on your face fade as you frowned slightly, that causing your lip to throb, so you straightened your lip back out. Suddenly, you heard the backdoor slam shut, quick footsteps approaching as Illuso appeared in the dining room, his eyes immediately landing on you. You lifted your head slightly, glaring up at him, your blood still all over his face, dried up now.

"I shouldn't have punched you, okay? I won't punch you again, it was an accident," Illuso told you, stepping towards you, causing Ghiaccio to suddenly step in front of you, blocking your view of Illuso as he grabbed your left arm, bending it back gently as he dabbed your elbow. You ignored the sting. "Come on, she isn't even really your girlfriend. Just let me talk to her."

"Technically, she is my girlfriend, according to what Risotto told us. She is dating all of us, meaning I can tell you to fuck off," Ghiaccio snapped at Illuso, turning to face him. "So fuck off. You beat her up, so you don't get to talk to her. You're so pissed at her to punch her? You shouldn't be fucking talking to her then."

You heard Illuso sigh. "I said it was an accident. I'm not even pissed off at her, I just snapped for like one second." His footsteps creeped forward slightly, causing you to suddenly stiffen. "Wouldn't you punch her too if she pissed you off?"

Ghiaccio scoffed, "I don't need to punch her in the fucking face because she pisses me off!" I'm not a fucking pussy, now fuck off before I start yelling!" His voice raised, still yelling despite only threatening to yell. "Fuck off, goddamnit!"

"Fine, fine. But I'm not a pussy for punching her," Illuso snapped, storming off before you heard the front door slam shut.

"Why the fuck is his face bloody?" Ghiaccio asked as he grabbed your other elbow, patting it gently. "Did you hit him?"

You shook your head once, ignoring all the numbing pain shooting throughout your body. "He asked me a question, and I answered in a way he didn't like, so he punched me. When he grabbed me to pull me up, I let blood fill up in my mouth, and I spit it in his face."

"Wow," he muttered, letting go of your elbow. He walked to the kitchen, quickly returning with two bandages. He unwrapped them, placing one bandage on each elbow. "Why didn't you hit him back? Why spit blood?"

"When you do bizarre things like spit blood or bite, then you're less likely to be hit again," you replied to him, having experience in the past with being abused. "Just hitting him would be something for him to expect."

He nodded once, head raising to meet Melone as he entered the room. Melone had your carry-on around his shoulder, clinging it tightly as his eyes met yours immediately, ignoring Ghiaccios gaze. "Thank you for cleaning her up," he muttered, nodding his head once as he extended an arm out. "Come on, you'll be staying with me."

You stood up, "Thank you, Ghiaccio," you muttered as you walked past him, not knowing what else you could say to him. You were grateful for him cleaning you up and defending you, and what he said to defend you kind of.. you kind of liked what he said to Illuso, but this is the first conversation you've had with him, so you wouldn't think about this encounter much. Would you? Maybe you could start saying good morning to him.

As you reached Melone, he grabbed you gently, pulling you into his arms. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ghiaccio," he muttered as he began walking, you as well as your bag in full tow as he dragged you along.

You waved at Ghiaccio, getting a nod from him in return. He raised his hand, pushing his square-rimmed red glasses up slightly as he watched you leave.

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Chapter 4- Not Adjusting Well |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, murder (random guy), blood, physical abuse, threats. MA.

Risottos POV

"We're only taking you with our team so that you'll be safe," Risotto began, his tone low as he spoke to you. This was a serious matter.. a rival gang threatened to do something he rather not even think about to you in hopes of pissing off Risotto and his men, but Melone caught wind of the men's plan and only was able to capture and kill one of the men.

Usually, Risotto would leave you at the base with someone. on some occasions, he even left you here by yourself due to how closed off their hideout was. This was a completely different situation thought. These men who wanted to hurt you were rival gang members. Fucking noobs at that, rookies that wanted to move up. They made a very foolish mistake.

"What the fuck is wrong with those fucking cock suckers!?" Melone snapped, kicking the limp dead body of the man he captured. "Trying to touch what's ours!? What doesn't belong to them!? She's ours, I'll rip them all apart!" Melone was always composed, this was the first time Risotto had ever seen Melone snap so badly.

The dead man that laid at Melones feet was in terrible shape, all of his fingers and both of his arms bent and twisted in odd angles. Pieces of his teeth and blood splatters were scattered all over the base, his face beaten unrecognizable. Blood dripped from Melones knuckles, bruised and bloodied. This man.. he didn't die from stand use or a gun, Melone beat this guy to death after getting a small amount of information out of him.

Risotto found himself a little impressed at how Melone handled the situation, him being the most careful and calculated of his men. Beating someone to death was something that Illuso or Ghiaccio pulled, Melone always waited to attack when he had no other choice, using his stand from behind the scenes. It seemed as if Melone had no self-control when it came to protecting you, which was good. Risotto wanted you alive, safe, and serving your purpose to be the equivalent of a wife to the men.

You seemed to be fine about the situation, despite being with Melone when they targeted you. Then, when Melone started to torture the male, you seemed to be.. entranced, it seemed as if you couldn't look away from the violence. It fascinated you to watch blood splatter all over the floor. You still seemed to be staring at the dead man, causing Illuso to place his hand on your knee, his large hand squeezing your thigh.

"Okay," you finally replied, seeming to be fine with the idea. You stood up, moving your thigh away from Illusos' hand as you made your way over to Melone. "Relax, he's dead. Why do you need to keep kicking him? Just calm down a little." You placed your hand just above Melones stomach, gently pushing him back.

You cared about Melone. It was clear that you already had feelings for him, feelings that started to make Risotto feel confident that you could be fully trusted. He didn't trust you yet, feeling as if you would run away and leave them or ruin his reputation and kiss another capo in public. He knew you wouldn't rat them to the cops, knowing you were a criminal and had a negative reputation of being 'an annoying cunt' to the cops. He didn't know what you did to get that reputation, you weren't one to speak much about your life. With you loving and trusting one or more of them you'll never leave, and Risotto was proud of Melone.

Proud of him for loving you may sound silly, but his love seemed to be a different kind of love than what he's ever heard of or witnessed. Melone followed you, he watched you, he went through your phone and your laptop when you weren't around, he did what the other men didn't. Prosciutto watched you, and Formaggio seemed to be helping you adjust, but Melone took everything a step further. Honestly, with Melone around and obsessed with you, you would never be able to run away or disappear - Melone would find you.

"I love you, I fucking love you! I can't let you get hurt, don't you understand!? I'll kill anyone that tries to fucking hurt you!" Melone snapped as he walked backwards, reacting to you pushing him back towards the kitchen. "Wait until I catch those others!"

Formaggio stood directly in front of the dead body, leaning against the wall as he seemed to be looking away from the body. "Ew, he pissed his fuckin' pants, we have dead piss and blood everywhere!" He shook his head as he kept his head turned away, reaching his hand up to pinch his nose. "He wouldn't even let me get a hit in, for fucks sake."

"How about we focus on getting your hands cleaned up first?" You questioned as you pushed him into the kitchen, the two of you vanishing from Risottos sight.

"We can't let nobody try and fuck and kill our pussy, they're trying to disrespect us," Illuso snapped as soon as you left the room, shaking his head as he looked over at Risotto. "They see she's a hot piece of ass and they want her. And if anyone's gonna kill her, it'll be us."

Risotto slammed his hand down on the coffee table, his eyes cutting into Illuso. "Stop saying that we are never going to have to kill her. She isn't the type to betray. Don't let that come out of your mouth. If she hears you say that she may run away, and I don't feel like chasing her down." Suddenly, his voice got lower as he looked around at his men, immediately being the type to tell his men exactly what was on his mind.

"Despite all of you agreeing, I know you have your certain doubts about Y/N. I know she's not very.. listen, she's attractive, she's taking care of or going to take care of all of you. If you aren't going to respect her, that's fine, but realize that she's a part of this team," Risotto spoke, causing Ghiaccio to suddenly look up, his dark eyes narrowing. "She may be beneath all of us, but she has skills, and she seems to be very okay with our violent lifestyle. Protecting her is just one small price of the things that she does and will be doing for us."

"She does suck my dick really well," Illuso said, nodding his head. "Alright, I got you, boss. I wouldn't actually kill her, I was speaking metaphorically. Swear on my dear dead mother." He raised his hand, saluting Risotto.

Risotto raised his eyebrows. After Risotto, Illuso was second when it came to physical strength, being one of his strongest men when it came to combat. Illusos' past military experience tied in with his strength and stand made him a valuable member of the team. He's just very annoying and a raging alcoholic, but when you're an assassin, you end up developing some kind of issue. Risotto cared deeply about all his men, willing to look past all their flaws because he knew that they were all loyal and hardworking.

"Let's hurry up and get a move on then, Pesci is pulling up with the white van in 10 minutes," Ghiaccio spoke sharply as he closed his laptop. "Who's staying behind? The body needs to be disposed of. I don't mind staying back." It was clear that Ghiaccio did not like you, having no interest in you at all.

"We can just shrink him and freeze him, shatter his body, and dump him in the middle of the ocean," Formaggio added in, already forming a plan. "I'll stay back with him. I'm sure we can get rid of the body pretty quickly."

Just as he said that Melone entered the room, his once bloodied hands bandaged up. You followed behind, stopping next to the dead body, leaning down as you reached your arm out. "Hey," Melone spoke to you with light authority in his voice. "Put the tooth down. You can not have it. I told you not to look or touch, come on now."

You muttered something low that Risotto didn't quite catch as you stood up, cutting Melone a look that he couldn't really describe, perhaps a mix of amusement and annoyance? "What if I need a new tooth?" You questioned, sarcasm thick in your tone.

"Yeah I hear you, mhm," Melone replied, grabbing your hand as he led you to the living room, keeping a tight hold on your hand. "These fucks.. that bastard said that they're fleeing south. They're dead."

"Pesci just texted me. Let's go ahead and get a move on," spoke Risotto as he stood up.

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Your disobedience to simple orders was beginning to piss both Prosciutto and himself off. Risotto told you that during the night, you needed to stay upstairs, yet here you are at 2 in the morning up and downstairs. They were staying at a rented house in the middle of nowhere, and they haven't found the men that want to kill you yet. Why the fuck won't you just listen?

As Risotto and Prosciutto opened the kitchen door, heavy smoke hit their face, the strong scent of weed hitting them like a brick. You sat at the counter in the rental, a gun in your hand and a joint in the other. You turned towards them, heavy bags under your eyes. "I'm sorry."

Prosciutto shook his head, "Clearly, if you're apologizing, then you know you're doing something wrong. Why couldn't you have done this upstairs?" He walked over to you, grabbing the gun out of your hand. "Why do you have this? Neither Risotto nor I gave you a gun."

"It's Illusos, I took it," you told Prosciutto, causing Risotto to shoot you a glare. "My life is over now. This isn't fair. Do you know how hard this is? I shouldn't be dating all seven of you."

Risotto approached you, sitting next to you. "I'm being very lenient with you because I truly feel like you aren't acting out on purpose. I do understand you may feel a little uncomfortable or scared, but you need to learn how to listen and stay in your place." He kept his voice low, not planning on raising a hand to you or yelling. "You are protected and cared for. The least you could do is fucking listen. You're always supposed to listen to Prosciutto and I."

Risotto was coming to realize that you were extremely unpredictable. He could never guess or assume what you're about to say based on your emotions because most of the time, your face lacked any emotion. You kept a straight poker face, hardly ever smiling or showing any soft emotions. You wouldn't even kiss Melone back or hold Formaggios' hand - you were hard to figure out, partly why Risotto doesn't really punish you. You seemed to listen to the important things. You seemed like you were starting to be fully with them, but you clearly hated having to listen to rules, especially ones given to you by Prosciutto.

"You should have just killed me. I'd rather be dead," you replied, causing Prosciutto to raise his hand immediately, smacking you across the face with light force. "See? Just fucking kill me."

Risotto noticed that you seemed to not care about your life much, not taking care of yourself properly. He truly felt that if he let you go that night, you really would be dead. How could someone as weak as you protect herself from gangsters? The fact that you survived so long selling drugs on Lucas block surprised Risotto. The mob doesn't take too kindly to a woman being in a man's place. How did you get away with it? Why was he the only capo to realize your abilities and take you?

Prosciutto sighed, slapping you again, this time with a little more force, causing you to turn your body away from him, your hair hiding your face. "Don't you ever fucking talk like that. You understand me? I'm 2 seconds away from taking my belt off. Want me too? Do you want me to fucking beat you?" He questioned, his arm suddenly wrapping around your waist. "You need to start adjusting before my belt adjust you."

"Y/N," Risotto spoke, causing you to immediately look at him. "You killed those men that were attacking me for a reason. This was all.. meant to happen. You were destined to be ours, and if you trust you'll be taken care of. Doesn't Melone make you happy?" He questioned, softening his voice. Maybe he could try and manipulate you, but truth was in his words. He wasn't lying to you.

You raised your hand, and Risotto knew what you were going to do - you were about to smack the shit out of Prosciutto, causing Risotto to immediately grab both of your hands. If you smacked Prosciutto, he would beat you. He was not the kind of man you hit back. "Keep hitting me, and I'll hit you back," you suddenly snapped, causing Prosciutto to raise his eyebrows at you. "Fuck you Prosciutto."

"I am not hitting you to hurt you, I am just doing my job as your boyfriend and disciplining you. You need to be taught right from wrong. This isn't a normal situation," Prosciutto spoke to you, his tone surprisingly soft. "Listen, if you're not listening to rules that will keep you safe, then you will get spanked or in trouble with me. Attempting to fight me back will only make your situation worse. Can't you see I want you safe? If I have to spank you and slap you to keep you safe, I will."

You tried to pull your hands away from Risottos, causing his grip to tighten. "Okay, I can admit that I did say yes and agree to all of this. It's just.. having my freedom taking away and dating all seven of you is hard. You know.. Illuso," you stopped, suddenly looking down. "Melone is great, and Formaggio is okay, but everyone else.. it's not working. Also, if you can spank me, then shouldn't I be able to spank you?"

Risotto had known Prosciutto for a very long time, both men being born and raised in the mafia. In all his years of knowing Prosciutto, this was the first time he saw him let out a genuine, full of amusement laugh.

Prosciutto removed his arm from around you, amusement spreading all over his face as he suddenly turned away, hiding his face as he began letting out a deep chuckle. "You know.. you're really cute Y/N, that was an adorable joke," he replied, tone suddenly light and filled with amusement. "I've been alive for over 40 years and I've never heard that one before. You have such a silly little head."

You blinked, seeming to be confused, but you suddenly began to nod your head. "Well, I'm glad my joke could make you laugh." As Risotto let your hands go, you immediately put your hand on Prosciuttos' shoulder, causing him to turn around to face you. "I.. will do better with listening, I guess. But I don't like being hit in the face."

Prosciutto nodded, "I should refrain from hitting you in the face." He stood up, your hand falling to your side as he towered over you. The amusement from his face suddenly gone - just like that, he was serious again. "The next time you're bad and not listening to Risotto or myself, then you'll be over my knee. Understand? As your boyfriend, I am allowed to do this. The man is the leader, and the woman follows. I don't give a fuck about you listening to the others, they can take that up with you yourself. I won't get involved because that's their business, but Risotto is your capo and I'm second in command on top of you being ours. Remember that."

He raised his hand, rubbing your cheek, the cheek that he slapped before he nodded his head at Risotto. "Goodnight, Y/N.. when Risotto goes upstairs, so do you, and you only come down here if someone is with you. If you fail to listen, you're getting spanked with a switch." He turned away, heading back up the stairs before you could reply.

"I wasn't telling a joke," you finally said to Risotto after a few moments of silence. "You know.. Prosciutto, he.. he just.. whatever fine." You sighed.

Risotto suddenly remembered that you took Illusos gun to sit down here, causing him to cross his arms over his chest. "I'm being lenient on you. Do you really want to get into trouble with me? I promise you, you do not want me angry with you."

"Are you going to kill me?" You questioned, causing Risotto to tilt his head to the side, glaring. Why do you think that? He's never once hurt you. Even when bringing you to the base, he was gentle. "Mafia men don't take care of their women. They beat them and do bad things to them until they eventually get bored and kill the girl. I bet I'm not the first. I bet I'm the replacement, Melone will turn on me soon."

It was clear that you had a fucked up head, all of the things that you said were not true about him or his men. He was close to smacking you but when he looked in your eyes he saw something.. he saw a glimpse of softness, a glimpse of you actually opening up to them. Aside from Melone you were making no progress with any of the men, despite it being a month since you've joined. Formaggio and Prosciutto tried to take on a boyfriend role with you multiple times but you keep trying to distance yourself. Risotto needed to pull you back in- he needed to prove to you that you were a permanent member. He had a lot of thinking to do.

"Stop speaking nonsense. All of those things are untrue." Risotto grabbed Illusos gun, placing it in his pocket. "Come on, let's go back upstairs. I don't want you down here alone again, so you won't be." He grabbed your hand, holding it to attempt to act like he was a boyfriend to you, which was difficult for Risotto because he's never been a boyfriend before. He's always been too busy with work, only ever getting pussy if he paid for it (six times - very awkward and heavily protected sex, he always stayed fully dressed) so he was fucking clueless. He needed to sit and figure something out fast.

You sighed, hesitating before you wrapped your hand around his, following him upstairs.

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