•~𝕎𝔸ℝ𝕄𝕋ℍ~• (𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 '𝓖𝓪𝔃' 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔁 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

•ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕖𝕟•

⚠️Some sensitive topics slightly mentioned like Sh, SA, and depression! There's also a tad bit of bulling in here so expect insults towards Y/n⚠️
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"No. Absolutely not!" Piero spat with a stern tone as he looked at Y/n from the hospital bed.

"Oh come on Papá! It's just a small hangout! Nothing more, nothing less!" Y/n pouts as their father was being stubborn.

"No Y/n! I don't want you going out with Kyle! Especially when I'm still healing from my stitches!" Piero repeated, still refusing to allow Y/n to hang with Gaz.

As promised, Y/n had set up a time to hang out with Gaz, fortunately, he was available. So the two decided to meet at the café, then head to a local ice skating rink. But, as perusal, Piero was against it. More so than normal.

"Papá! Kyle SAVED your life! The least you could is trust him some more!" Y/n seethed with crossed arms.

"Mio Angelo...It's not that I don't trust him...even though I don't- B-but it's because I'm worried about YOU." Piero sighed as he laid his head back.

"I'll be fine. You saw how took care of those two guys right?? I'm fully capable of handling myself." Y/n snide confidently and Piero shook his head.

"That's the thing kid...I know you can...but you can't always win. Especially with people stronger than you. After what happened at the food market...and I couldn't find you- I thought I lost you...and I felt like a failure as a father that I wasn't with you." Piero grabbed Y/n's hand and caressed it.

"...You can't protect me forever Papá...I'm gonna get hurt, that's how this world is...But the more you try to get me to avoid it the more it's gonna hurt. I have to learn on my own how to deal with stuff..." Y/n spoke softly and Piero chuckled.

"God...You're so your mother...blood related or not...you have her mind and heart Mio Angelo..." Piero looked up for a second, "You can hang out with Kyle ok? Just- remember to be safe won't you? For the sake of my old man heart?"

"I can manage that. I'll call you as soon as I'm home." Y/n hugged their father before getting ready to leave.

"Don't stay out too late please! I may be bed ridden but don't think I won't come find you if I think something is wrong!" Piero jested, but somehow still held truth in his words.

"I will Papá!" Y/n rolled their eyes with a smile before waving goodbye, "Love you!"

"Love you too Mio Angelo!" Piero smiled watching as Y/n left. His smile faded into a frown, the overwhelming feeling of worry and paranoia settling in his mind uninvited.

Memories of arguing, blood, and guns rang through his mind all at once. The aching in leg burned from the stress as Piero tried to remain calm. But the emotions felt too much for him as he lifted up his shirt to look at his tattoo.

The same 'Ndrangheta symbol laid there which had been burned into his skin as way of showing his loyalty so long ago to a drug and terrorist organization...it still remained there haunting him for all his days. Of the things he did...of who he killed.

He reached up to his nose and brushed off the makeup that he kept on him every day of his life, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Scars ran down jaggedly on his nose, it was a reminder...a warning.

He was marked as a target.

And now because he ran from his past...he's afraid that his child was getting involved with his mess. He won't let Y/n get hurt because of him, even if it kills him in the end.