Mafia I, II, & III Imagines

Missing You | Joe Barbaro

Joe x sibling reader

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I didn't think it'd end like this.

But it was naive, to think that Joe would walk away from the job. Unharmed at least.

Being Joe's little sister wasn't always easy, being continuously thrown in the middle of his family life and his illegal life. Being the only one who stuck around after Joe went down a dark path, it made life a lot harder. He started getting into the illegal business at a ripe young age and he never stopped since.

Negotiating with Joe also never ended in my favour and arguing became a prime event whenever we would meet up.

"Joe, I'm begging you, get the hell out while you still can!" I yelled at him.

"Don't you understand?" He yelled back his face stricken in anger. "I can't, it's too late for me."

I felt my eyes getting heavy with tears that i tried to hold back.

"You don't know that!" My voice breaking.

"What don't you understand
Y/n? If I try to leave they'll kill me and throw my body in a ditch!" He yelled throwing his arms around in the air. I sob at the thought of my brother's death.

"You could get help from someone." I pleaded.

Joe sighed in irritation, gripping the wall.

"From who?" He asked.

"I don't know?" I shrug, before i thought about him. "What about Vito? He's coming back right?"

"I am not getting Vito involved in this mess, you hear?" He argued, "He doesn't need that shit, he's coming back from war!"

"Well, why not? We all know you'll just drag him right back in, cause that's what you do Joe!" Referring to how i constantly felt. I loved Joe, and I'd do almost anything for him but he's hurt me too much. I couldn't take it much more.

"Don't you dare put that on me! You could've left a long time ago, I don't need you here watching over me!" Joe replied seething from anger. "You're not my Mother!"

I sighed, knowing he was right. I could've left a long time ago, and I didn't. Because I cared too much for his safety. The constant reminder that my big brother could be dead tomorrow if he pissed off the wrong guy.

It was saddening by the thought of it all. I was saddened knowing Joe secretly liked what he did for work and i knew that was the prime reason why he fought back when we argued about his illegal work.

He liked hurting people, he liked the stealing, the money, the drugs, the girls, the risk of it all.

While he was out living his best life, I was stress cleaning in fear of my brother's life.

I hated the thought of leaving him, and not knowing if he's okay.

But i had to put myself first, i couldn't keep up the charade anymore. The midnight calls, the stitches, the pickup's because he was drunk off his ass, my constant worry.