Arranged.

Arranged Series One Shot - Followed

Arranged Series One Shot: Followed

Pairing: mafia!chris evans x female!reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, drugs mentioned, blood, car crash, reader being hit by someone, language. Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: The freaking fic that started it all. This is the first fic I ever wrote in the Arranged Series and based the entire series around it. Thank you to everyone on Tumblr for blowing it up and giving me a challenge. I'm excited to share on Wattpad, now! 

W/C: 4.4k

Italian and Italian translation in italics. (i did not run my translations by anyone, any mistakes are my own)

You made your way down the stairs, limited edition Jimmy Choo's clicking against the hardwood, "Baby?" You called out, walking towards the living room. Chris was 'handling business' today and you weren't stupid, you knew what that meant. Someone was going to be strapped to a chair somewhere in your house and get the living hell beat of out them for backing out of a deal or fucking with oneof the clubs.

He never wanted you around when he was handling said business so he would hand you a credit card, tell you to call up your best friend Lydia, and send you on your way and you didn't complain. He was always super attentive when you got back and you spent thousands of dollars with zero consequences... What more could a girl ask for?

Walking towards his study, your knuckles rapped against the closed door. Closed normally meant someone was in there with him and you weren't allowed in, so you waited patiently for him to appear on the other side.

The door creaked open, his right hand man Sebastian, poking his head around the door. He jerked his chin before disappearing again, closing the door behind him.

A second later, Chris stepped out, his maroon dress shirt tucked in, sleeves rolled up to his elbows while he wiped his bloodied knuckles on a white handkerchief. Your bottom lip rolled between your teeth as you took him in, your heart skipping a beat. He smiled softly, his eyes trailing from your feet up, finally meeting your gaze, "Hello, amore mio." (my love)

God, your heart melted when his Italian came out. You reached out, pulling his large hand into yours, examining his knuckles, "I wish you would wrap your hands or something, baby. You know I hate it when you're all bloodied up."

He tucked the handkerchief into the pocket of his dress pants, taking a step towards you, his hand cupping your chin, "Don't worry about me, cara," (dear/darling) he winked, "You should see the other guy."

You rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips, "Something tells me you won't let that happen," you raised an eyebrow playfully.

"You know me well, cara," (dear/darling) He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, "Are you heading out?"

You shrugged, snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him close, "Only if you want me to," you purred, raking your fingers through his hair. You loved teasing him. He was this big, bad, boss man to everyone around him. Only you had the power to bring him to his knees.

He groaned, his arms wrapping around you, his right hand reaching down and gripping your ass, "You're killing me, Y/N," his breath against your neck sent a shiver down your spine.

You smiled, stretching up and pressing your lips against his and biting his bottom lip gently, "What time do you think you'll be done?"

Pulling away, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, handing you his black card, "Couple of hours, not too long. I promise. Why don't you get some lunch on the way home? I'll let Sebastian finish him off if I need to."