Twisted Devotion | Scaramouche x Fem! Reader | Mafia AU

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Y/n was blindfolded.

She felt a bit uneasy about this whole situation since she wasn't sure if they were going to just let her meet her parents again.

'Aren't they worried that I might call the police? I've never thought of doing that...' she wondered.

It is true. Y/n has been so worked up on trying to fit into her new environment as a maid in the manor, forgetting about her situation that she isn't working there out of her own will.

Since she liked her new life and felt it was better than her original life, she calmed down and completely forgot the emergency services existed.

How foolish of Y/n. Well, I can't really blame her.

The long journey started. It was still early in the morning and Y/n tried her best to be awake regardless of being blindfolded.

She never knew what might happen next. That was her main reason for trying to stay awake.

She relaxed her head and closed her eyes, trying to think of different scenarios to keep her entertained.

Of course, she was still awake and completely conscious of her surroundings. She listened attentively if someone were to speak, just in case they were already starting to plan to dispose of her.

The drive was boring and silent, not much tea to hear or anything. Soon, Y/n fell asleep for a few minutes.

She woke up when she felt the car stop moving but she continued to pretend to be asleep.

Y/n heard the door open, and out went Farzan and the others.

She felt the space beside her get occupied by someone else.

She thought that maybe they were just taking a break or changing guards so she shrugged it off and continued to act as if she was off to dreamland.

The door closed and after a minute or two, the cars started to move again, making her feel good. She was more comfortable knowing that they were busy driving instead of randomly stopping somewhere.

A few minutes after that change of guards, she felt the guy beside her scoot a bit closer to her.

She tensed up but stayed still, Y/n didn't want them to know she was awake.

Well, that's where she was wrong.

"I know you're awake" whispered a familiar voice. The man took off her blindfold and to her surprise, the indigo haired man was in front of her with a sly smirk.

It wasn't just any guard or mafia member, it was Scaramouche.

Scara suddenly held Y/n's hand with a firm grip causing her to flinch and become nervous

"You're mine, got that?"

This left the poor girl confused but she nodded her head in agreement. 

After seeing her response, Scara smiled and relaxed his posture, with his hand remaining on top of Y/n's. 

She didn't care that he rested his hand on top of hers, she was too scared to try and get rid of his hand. Anyways, the drive continued and both of them stayed in that same position. 

About an hour later, Y/n finally decided to make small talk with Scara. 

"Why did you take my blindfold off?" she asked waiting for his reply, "I don't want you to get bored', he simply answered. 

"Oh" is all Y/n could reply. She slowly moved her hand, trying to shake off Scara's hand on top of hers, "Do you not want me to hold your hand? Why?" Scara uttered, clearly bothered that she was trying to move away from his grip. 

Poor Y/n got nervous and quickly shook her head as a no, "No, no! It's not like that I'm sorry..." 

Scara just glared at her and scooched closer to her, grabbing her hand again and putting it on top of his chest, "Your hand, it's warm. That's why I don't want to... let go of it. Do you mind if I keep holding you like this?" he suddenly said as if he wasn't pissed a second ago. 

Y/n was taken aback and took a few seconds to process what he had just said. She also realized that the whole time he was holding her hand, his hand felt cold and numb. 

"I don't mind... do as you please, Sir- I mean.. Scara" Y/n spoke as she felt a bit bad for the man who looked at her desperately just to hold her hand. 

This left her confused, but she did not question the indigo haired man. 

Hours after hours passed by, and the trip was awkward and silent. Y/n did feel a bit uncomfortable with Scara around, but it was better than what she had imagined. 

It's better to let the notorious mafia boss, Scaramouch - "The Balladeer", to hold her hand just because his was warm rather than get thrown to some pig pen and get eaten alive by pigs! 

Definitely better than what she had originally thought was going to happen to her. 

Occasionally, Y/n would make small talk to Scara then instantly regretting it once he gets pissed over something small then being kind the next minute. 

What a weird behavior. 

7 hours had passed and Y/n could recognize the place again. She was filled with bliss as she realized they're finally in her hometown. 

Tears started to form in her eyes and with the remaining strength that she has, she muttered a small thank you to Scara. 

Scara's heart melted at the wholesome sight in front of him. He wiped her tears using his cold finger and calmed her down, "You're going to see your family again." he smiled.