The Mafia Game Vincenzo AU

Chapter 30

"Ahah! You're joking. Hanseok GAVE me this business why would he ruin it. That would be a waste of money."

"You're speaking as if this man has no money. The man who caused this, he was Hanseok's man. The people who were "food poisoned" they were paid by Hanseok."

A thick sheet of denial separated me from believing Vincenzo's statement. Hanseok had greeted me so happily and congratulated me when this business had started, there was no way that he was the cause for its failure.

"You're a liar! How could I eve-" Before I could finish the sentence, the finger of the consigliere's rose to my lips to silence me.

"I'm hungry." He stated before going to a table and picking up the menu. "Hmmm pasta... I want the pasta you made last time" His words created loud thumps in my heart as his smile blasted through me.

This moment felt like deja vu, except he definitely had some distaste to me now and the situations were far different.

"Vincenzo... the shop... it's closed." I spoke before signalling him to leave.

"Come her Y/n." Grasping my hand he pulled me, dragging me to the kitchen.
"Make me a nice dish and I'll spare you when the time comes."

A sharp pain stabbed my heart ad I looked at him in disbelief, I didn't realise it but I had also been crying.

"You're all liars. You know how tiring it is to have my life held on a thin line??? It's frightening. Unlike you, I'm not that strong. So stop playing with me like that."

Exhaling before turning away, I began preparing the meal and cooking it. "I can't stay too late, Hanseok will be mad."

An hour, nearly 2 had passed and I was done with the pasta. Packing the order up I handed it to him. "I hope you enjoy it, it's probably the last time you'll be able to come here."

Sadness overflowed thinking about how I might have to give up on my restaurant THAT I ONLY HAD FOR A WEEK.

"Ok..." I wiped away some fake tears before continuing. "Vincenzo help sneak me out so that mob won't see me." For the past 3 days it had been difficult in escaping them, one women had ripped my dress which was the last dress my brother ever gave me.

There's really some obsession with  people destroying things that Baegjo gave me.
Anyways this was ofcourse ironic because none of these people were affected so why had they been so oppressed?

"Let's go from the back."

Vincenzo covered me as we sneakily made our way past the mob.

"Huh wait a minute!!! Those SHOES ITS Y/N'S!! I'VE SEEN HER WEAR THOSE BEFORE!!!" Some old man yelled as he pointed to my shoes.

"Du cazza!" Vincenzo yelled before looking at my shoes and back at me. "Hold this." Shoving his pasta container in my hand, he lifted me up and carried me bridal style.

"Aha I'm probably too he-" Vincenzo began bolting through the streets, an angry mob of maybe
1.. 2 3... 4 ... 5 .6 ..7...8? 8 people were chasing us.

"We need to distract them." I spoke before looking around. "OH MY GOSH IS THAT A DISCOUNT FOR OLD PEOPLE STUFF?!??! GUYS LOOK AT THAT DONT LOOK AT US." Seemingly, my tactics did not work and instead made Vincenzo irritated.

"Merda! You're screaming in my ears!"

"Oooooh sorry Vinnie. I reckon in 2 mins we'll loose them. They look old and that one there, he defo has respiratory problems, look he's already struggling." I tried to help him be optimistic and surprisingly I was right, in exactly 2 minutes we lost them.

"Oh Vincenzo... you can put me down now." I smiled as I looked at him. For a second or two, his eyes remained on my lips.
"I'll enjoy the pasta..." He smiled, placing me down.

"Oh... erm... Aha! About the pasta.... I dropped it, accidentally, while you were running... I couldn't tell you because then you'd stop and they'd get us."

Vincenzo's gaze rested on me for a second, glaring at me with disbelief.

I nervously stepped back. Yet with every step I took back, he took a step forward, all until my back hit a wall.

Vincenzo's hand slammed against the wall on either side of me, causing me to cower. His face inched towards mine. "Alot."

"Alot of what?"

"You owe me alot." With that, the man turned away and walked off another direction, causing me to remain paralysed in place. My cheeks flushed a profound colour as the man's figure disappeared from sight. After a few minutes of calming down, I began to walk towards the direction of the pent house.

"HEY!!!! ITS THOSE SHOES AGAIN!!! IT'S Y/N!!!"

OH NO!!! I began bolting through the streets again.
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I finally reached home to a happy Hanseok greeting me, "How was your day sweetie." The man asked me happily.

.... "Hanseok... You're rich. Make them stop." I whined as I pulled him into an embrace.

"Honey, what do you mean... oh my wife you look ill and sweaty.." He comforted me, helping onto the sofa to sit beside him.

"I ran 6 blocks from a group of elderly people. Why are they so devoted to whopping my ass? One old man literally passed out, chasing me!! Honey, make it stop." I weeped in dismay, grabbing his night shirt firmly.

"Hmmm, no." He giggled before turning away.

"What?!?"

"I wasted a lot of money with this business plan of yours." He smiled as he got up. "You wasted a lot of my money,"

Slowly, imperceptibly, his smile formed to a sly smirk, and in a matter of seconds, his hand met my face at a force.

"How will you repay me? For wasting my money." It felt weird, honestly, it felt unfair, Hanseok had a lot of money. And, yes, money doesn't grow on trees, but he had a lot of it.

Hanseok beat me, it made slight sense to why he was mad but he of course wasted alot of money before, way before. How much did Babel loose last time? Over 760 million dollars???
"500,000 dollars gone to waste-"

"Wait... wait a minute... Hanseok. I don't recall.." I breathed heavily, the sentence struggled to formulate since I was crying.

"You don't recall what?" He spoke as he stopped kicking me to hear what I wanted to say.

"I told you about those people but I  don't recall telling you I have issues with the restaurant..."