Arranged.

10 - You Make It Easy

Arranged - Pt. 10 (You Make It Easy)

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. lots of fluff, SMUT (18+ only, minors, DNI)

W/C: 8k

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!)

Before you knew it, you and Chris were quickly approaching your first anniversary as husband and wife. It was kind of strange to think about everything that had happened in the past year and how different things were when you first got married.

You didn't even know that Chris was capable of loving you the way that he did. Your heart swelled when you thought back to your conversation the week of your house party when Chris confessed that because of you, he knew a life of love and laughter. He didn't know it, but you weren't sure if he would ever say anything about your love life that would top that.

Often when you were young, you fantasized about what your life would be like when you were a 'grown up' and you wondered if you would find love or be trapped in a loveless, abusive marriage like your mamma. You were so overwhelmingly happy knowing that you got out. You broke the cycle. You would never spend another day afraid of someone who was supposed to love you and take care of you. In the beginning, you didn't 100% believe Chris when he said that he would never hurt you, but now, you did.

You laid on the couch, your back pressed against Chris's chest while Dodger laid on your feet, New Girl playing on the TV. Popping another gummy bear into your mouth, you lifted your chin to look at him the best you could, "You know... I wish we could get married now."

You didn't have the best view of him with how you were laying, but you could see enough to watch his brows push together in confusion, "We are married, what are you talking about?"

"You know," you paused to pop another gummy bear into your mouth, "now that we like each other."

Chris chuckled, "To be fair, I didn't ever not like you. You didn't like me," he teased.

Scoffing, you gently moved out from under Dodger, and rolled around to face Chris, propping yourself up on your folded arms. You rolled your eyes when he immediately looked down at the cleavage pushing out of the top of your camisole, "Okay, maybe you didn't hate me, but you barely spoke to me and whenever you looked at me, you looked like this," you imitated one of Chris's famous scowls, earning a belly laugh from him, "Literally 2 minutes after got married, you fixed your cufflinks and said 'I have some business to handle'," you lowered your voice to try and match Chris's.

"Classic miscommunication, cara," he managed to get out between laughs.

You laughed with him, "Well, I thought you hated me."

He jerked his chin, reaching down as far as he could to grip the backs of your thighs, pulling softly to help you straddle him. He used his large hands to frame your face, "I could never hate you, amore. Even when I didn't know you, like truly know you, I didn't hate you."