Falling in Love With a Mafia Boss

Ch. 10

Steve left a few days ago and yes, I was sad. I miss him even though I know it's wrong. The entire thing is wrong... I shouldn't be with him. What happens when I get back to the States and I'm back to being an FBI Agent? It's never going to work. He will kill me the minute he finds out. My brain is telling me to end the entire thing and forget it ever happened but my heart is saying fuck it. I feel happy, even though he's a pain in my ass. His dynamic changed once we were alone. It's like he was putting up the 'mafia boss' front while while James was here. He didn't want to have feelings for me, and trust me I don't want to have feelings for him, but who are we to decide what's fate?

He's supposed to be coming back next week. We've been talking everyday. Well trying to. It's hard with the time difference. He's 7 hours behind me, so when I'm going to sleep, he's in the middle of his work day. Usually he'll call me right before I go to sleep and I'll call when he wakes up. Sometimes we can get a few texts in between but it's hard.

My phone dings, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Bambino- Can I call you?

I smile when I see he's texted me. When he gave me his number, I knew I couldn't put his name in my phone. If someone were to see that, I'd be in deep shit. So I came up with something else. Bambino means baby in Italian. No one would know it's him.

Instead of answering, I just call him.

'Hi.' He answers.

'Hi, how's your day?' I ask. It's nearly midnight here but I don't mind staying awake.

'Rough... someone killed one of my guys a few days ago. He had a family, Iz. A two year old baby girl and his wife was pregnant.' I hear his voice crack a little and my heart breaks.

'Oh baby... I'm sorry. Do you know who?' I ask. Maybe this is the case Jake called me about and now I feel even worse. I could've told him then...

'No but I'm going to find out and make them wish they were never born. I don't like violence but whoever did this, deserves it.' I sigh and close my eyes. I can't know this... he shouldn't be telling me this. I have a viable threat and I could call this in but I don't want to. I would hate myself if anything happened to him because of my job.

'I agree. Just please be careful.'

'I know... I always am. Haven't been caught yet.' I cringe when he chuckles.

'I wish you were here. I'm having withdrawals.' I laugh.

'You'll be here next week.'

'No I know... doesn't mean I don't miss you. Your father is actually coming here in two days. You could come with him?' He asks and my breath gets caught in my throat.

'Mm I don't know. I think I'll let you suffer a few more days.' He whines like a child, making me laugh.

'Noooo I miss you. I never miss anyone, other than my sister. Pleaaaassssseeee?' He begs and it only makes me smile. What is this man doing to me? Am I really going to risk my career on a man? Possibly... more than likely.

'I don't know if Papa will let me but I'll ask. If not, I'll see you on Sunday.' I say.

'Ugh ok darlin. How was your day?' We continue talking. I tell him about my day, even though it was extremely boring.

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~Steve Rogers~

'Baby?' I ask. It's been overly quiet for the past minute so I think she fell asleep.

'Goodnight sweetheart.' I hang up the phone, a huge smile on my face. She made my day a little better, just hearing her voice helped. I miss having her in my arms. These feelings are so strange but so consuming. Since I left, all I can think about is her. Is there such thing as love at first sight? No... there's no way. I dont even know how to love. I hardly know how to have feelings for someone... With her, it's easy. I can talk to her and be myself.

Someone knocks on my door, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I ask.

"Relax, it's just me." Bucky walks in, shutting the door behind him.

"Did you need something?" I ask.

"Wow you're moody. Haven't slept with Bella yet, have you?" I roll my eyes.

"That's not the goal... I think I like her." I admit.

"Really? Can I just say I knew it? Cause I called it from the beginning." He smirks.

"Shut up. I'm calling off the bet."

"Then you owe me $10,000." I groan. I seriously don't want to fork over ten grand.

"I'm not giving you ten grand."

"Alright well you have two and a half weeks left so either sleep with her or fork over that money." I sigh, seriously regretting making that bet.

"Fine... but she can never find out about this." He chuckles and raises his hands in defense.

"Alright. By the way, we found that guy who killed Max. Boys are picking him up now." He says.

"Bring him in here. He's not leaving here alive." Buck nods and leaves. Fuck what have I done? I shouldn't have made that bet but that was before I started to like her. I groan and rub my hands over my face in frustration. She'll never find out... if she does, I'll lose her forever.

Half an hour later, my guys are dragging in the piece of shit who killed Max. I watch as they throw him in a chair and tie him down. He's already bloody and bruised, definitely not appealing to the eyes. Oh well. He won't have a funeral.

"Name?" I ask Johnny.

"Tyler Lopez. Drug dealer." I nod then stand, rolling up my sleeves as I walk towards him.

"Wakey, wakey, Mr Lopez." I slap his face a few times and he jolts awake.

"Where am I?" He asks, fear laced in his voice.

"Well this is my office. I assume you know who I am?" He nods.

"And you know why you're here?" He nods again.

"Good. Now I won't to know-" I punch him in the stomach, earning a groan. "Why you decided to kill my guy?" He coughs, attempting to breath but I think he has a few broken ribs. Oh well.

"I-I'm sorry... m-my boss t-told me too." He sighs.

"Who's your boss?" Silence. I punch him in the face. Pretty sure I broke his jaw. Whoops.

"I'll ask again. Who is your boss?" Nothing. I chuckle, but it's that evil, low chuckle.

"You're not leaving here alive, so you might as well tell me." I punch him again, flexing my knuckles at the slight sting. He spits blood but still doesn't say anything.

"Do you have a family, Tyler?" He shakes his head.
Good, now I won't have that on my conscience.

"Max did... yet you cut off his hands, pulled his teeth, and cut his mafia tattoo off. Now tell me why!!" I punch him in the stomach then in the face.

"I was just told to do it! I don't know the reason!" He's crying now. Goodness... big baby.

"Who told you?!" I yell.

"Patrick St Claire." Ahhh my old enemy. St Claire runs the New York Mafia and a few years ago, I may or may not have sent my guys to kill one of his. He's been trying to step into my turf. Well I thought I got my message across but I guess not.

"He's trying to come into my turf again, isn't he?" Tyler nods, blood dripping from his mouth. Both eyes are nearly swollen shut.

"Mmph... well that's not going to happen." I pull my gun out and shoot him in the head.

"Dump the body in New York so St Claire will find it. Then clean this mess up."