My Chemical Romance One Shots (complete)

Gerard x Reader - Mafia P2

"Seguimi. (Follow me.)" The man snapped, motioning for me to follow. Scared, I did so, not wanting to upset him. He had a gun, and I wasn't risking a bullet wound.

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I began to anxiously follow him, as men walked behind me as to make sure I wouldn't run. I gulped. This whole situation turned out to be more than I bargained for. Sure, I didn't regret saving the girl (who I now knew to be Bandit), but this whole 'following the man with a gun who was probably a gang leader' thing was not what I had in mind.

They lead me to a long, shiny, black limousine that sparkled in the setting sun's last rays. A man motioned for me to get in, and I did so. I surveyed who was sitting in the limousine with me; a man with thick curly hair and one with bleach blond hair who was watching my back, a man covered in tattoos, and a man with thick, greasy black hair who seemed to be the father of the girl a rescued. Bandit was also there too, now calm, clinging to her father and though her life depended on it.

After what felt like hours of driving, we finally arrived at a gigantic, sparkling, white mansion. The limousine driver pulled right up to the front, where I was promptly told, "esci, (get out)" by the heavily tattooed man.

I followed his directions, stepping out of the luxury car onto the large entry of the mansion. I was then lead inside into a grand foyer. The man with the thick curly hair took my arm and lead me up the stairs, Bandit's father leading the way.

As I walked up the large staircase I noticed all of the expensive paintings and decor placed neatly around the area. It intrigued me how these people were so rich, while I was left on the street to steal whatever food I could get.

We got to our destination which appeared to be an office. I entered, and the man who had lead me up the stairs exited the room. I was only left with Bandit's father, who sat in a delicately decorated chair on the opposite side of the desk. "Grazie per aver salvato mia figlia. (Thank you for saving my daughter.)"

I stood in shock. I was under the impression that I was going to be punished for my actions. But, instead, I was being praised. Me, a peasant, was being praised by a gang leader. It's not every day that this happens. "Non c'è bisogno di ringraziarmi, signore. (There is no need to thank me, sir."

"Ma c'è. Mia figlia avrebbe potuto morire se non avessi interferito. Per questo, ti ringrazio. (But there is. My daughter could have died if you did not interfere. For that, I thank you.)"

"Benvenuto, signore. (Your welcome, sir.)"

He sat back in a plush, leather chair behind the desk. It wasn't until then that I realized how handsome this guy was. His long, black hair, hazel-green eyes, a jawline that could be a weapo-. I stopped myself.

I can not fall in love with a mafia leader.

"Ciao? Ciao? Ehi, tu? (Hello? Hello? Are you there?)"

I snapped out of my thoughts at his words. He stood up and began to walk towards me. I froze in my position, only my eyes being able to follow his figure around the room. He came behind me and brushed a stray piece of stray, grimy hair from in front of my face. "Che cosa? Ti piace quello che vedi? (What? Like what you see?)"

My eyes widened as he let out a low chuckle. "Io ... io non volevo f-fissare, mi dispiace ... solo... (I... I didn't mean to s-stare... I just...)"

"Qual è il nome di una donna così bella? (What is the name of such a beautiful woman?)" he whispered huskily into my ear.

"Y-Y/n."

"Ho la sensazione, Y/n, che resterai qui un momento. (I have a feeling, Y/n, that you are going to be staying here a while."

He walked around in front of me, as to see my face. Lucky for him, there was a million-dollar smile on there. As long as I got to stay with him, the smile would not leave.

I followed his directions, stepping out of the luxury car onto the large entry of the mansion. I was then lead inside into a grand foyer. The man with the thick curly hair took my arm and lead me up the stairs, Bandit's father leading the way.

As I walked up the large staircase I noticed all of the expensive paintings and decor placed neatly around the area. It intrigued me how these people were so rich, while I was left on the street to steal whatever food I could get.

We got to our destination which appeared to be an office. I entered, and the man who had lead me up the stairs exited the room. I was only left with Bandit's father, who sat in a delicately decorated chair on the opposite side of the desk. "Grazie per aver salvato mia figlia. (Thank you for saving my daughter.)"

I stood in shock. I was under the impression that I was going to be punished for my actions. But, instead, I was being praised. Me, a peasant, was being praised by a gang leader. It's not every day that this happens. "Non c'è bisogno di ringraziarmi, signore. (There is no need to thank me, sir."

"Ma c'è. Mia figlia avrebbe potuto morire se non avessi interferito. Per questo, ti ringrazio. (But there is. My daughter could have died if you did not interfere. For that, I thank you.)"

"Benvenuto, signore. (Your welcome, sir.)"

He sat back in a plush, leather chair behind the desk. It wasn't until then that I realized how handsome this guy was. His long, black hair, hazel-green eyes, a jawline that could be a weapo-. I stopped myself.

I can not fall in love with a mafia leader.

"Ciao? Ciao? Ehi, tu? (Hello? Hello? Are you there?)"

I snapped out of my thoughts at his words. He stood up and began to walk towards me. I froze in my position, only my eyes being able to follow his figure around the room. He came behind me and brushed a stray piece of stray, grimy hair from in front of my face. "Che cosa? Ti piace quello che vedi? (What? Like what you see?)"

My eyes widened as he let out a low chuckle. "Io ... io non volevo f-fissare, mi dispiace ... solo... (I... I didn't mean to s-stare... I just...)"

"Qual è il nome di una donna così bella? (What is the name of such a beautiful woman?)" he whispered huskily into my ear.

"Y-Y/n."

"Ho la sensazione, Y/n, che resterai qui un momento. (I have a feeling, Y/n, that you are going to be staying here a while."

He walked around in front of me, as to see my face. Lucky for him, there was a million-dollar smile on there. As long as I got to stay with him, the smile would not leave.

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