Arranged.

7 - Free (Dual POV)

Arranged - Pt. 7 (Free, DUAL POV)

mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Series Summary: Living in this life, you've never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you're dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you're pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He's the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris's family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. (18+ only, please) parental death, guns, violence, LOTS OF ANGST. blood, reader going into shock. Chris doin' some killing.

W/C: 7.1k

This is a work of fiction. (POV is a combination of 2nd and 3rd person)

Italian and Italian translation in italics. (The translations were run by someone who fluently speaks Italian, if there are any corrections to be made, please let me know!)

*CHRIS POV*

It was early. Entirely too early for his phone to be ringing, but still, it did. Chris took a deep breath, careful not to wake you and rolled over to grab his phone from it's charger, "Yeah?"

Seb's voice came through the other end, "Hey, so, I've been keeping tabs on Y/N's mother like you asked and... I think something's happening."

Chris glanced over at you, before climbing out of bed and walking gingerly to the bathroom, closing the door quietly, "What's going on?"

"I'm not... really that sure. But her dad... He's been acting weird. Real flighty, jumpy."

His hand scrubbed down his face, trying to will himself awake, "Alright," he sighed, "can you tail?"

"I can if you need me to, I've got that... thing with Russo today."

Chris had ordered everyone to be as vague as possible over the phone. Mafia business was tough and he couldn't risk being tapped or exposed over a burner cell. Local cops weren't an issue, but the FBI wasn't as easy to bribe. Neither was ATF.

"Right. Uh– I'll call Romano. Take care of everything with Russo, I'll talk to you later," Chris hung up before Seb got the chance to respond, immediately dialing Romano and putting him on the tail of your father.

This man was not to be trusted. At all. He's always been sleazy and conniving, but he rarely let it show. If he was visibly jumpy to Seb, something was off.

It was only 6am and Chris was exhausted. He'd had another late night interrogation last night, coming home around 2am. Ever since the Irish fucked with Sebastian, things have been dicey at the clubs. Random people with Irish ink pushing drugs on the streets when it was clearly Chris's territory, arms deals were falling through, the Y/L/N's delis were getting raided. Shit was going down and everyone was working to figure it out. If your father was acting shoddy, he could be the answer.

Chris tried his best to ignore the guilt that haunted him over what happened to Sebastian. They still hadn't figured out who ordered the hit and how he was located and it was eating at him. After talking with you, he'd set Seb up with a counselor to help with his PTSD and while it wasn't enough... it felt like a start.

He contemplated going back to bed, but instead, he hopped in the shower, resting his head against the tile as the water scalded his skin. Chris smiled softly when the shower door creaked open, your naked body pressing against his.