Red Ruby Eyes (2P! AmericaXreader)

Allan?

Two years later~

It's been a year since you've been to school. A year since you've seen Bella. A year since you've been kidnapped. And a year since you've seen Allen. You missed Al the most though, you missed everything about him. His brown hair, tan skin, ruby-red eyes, his warm hugs, and the way he holds you. You missed everything about him. Luciano gave you everything you wanted, except your freedom. You may be his prisoner, but you weren't treated like one. Ever since Luciano became head of the mafia, you were treated like a princess. Luciano never hurt you, he would though get mad at you, but never laid a finger on you. But no matter how much Luciano pampered you, hugged you, or told you he loved you- you never returned it. Reason? You were still in love with Al, it's been two years, but you never forgot him.

Now, you're probably wondering what Al has been doing these past two years, am I right? He's been looking for the Italian mafia hideout, which he could never find. He did date other girls, but everyone single of them had a huge imperfection; they weren't you, he gave up dating other girls. He locked himself in his room for at least all day, only coming out to eat or go find the Italian hideout. Matt tried to get him dating again, Oliver tried to give a go-to-sleep cupcake to stop his suffering, and Francis- he cared, he just didn't show it. Long story short; he was heartbroken and still in love with you.

You sighed as you looked out the window of your room, was a peaceful day. 'Another peaceful day trapped in the Italian mansion,' you thought. You weren't allowed to leave the mansion without an escort, so you either went out with Flavio- Luciano's brother, or a body guard. A soft knock was heard at your door, "(Nickname), are you here?" Flavio's voice was muffled through your door. You half said half whispered,'come in,' Flavio bust through your door wearing his usual smile, you smiled back. The only person you actually liked in this house was Flavio, you would talk to him about your problems, he let's you talk non-stop about Al, he even takes you out shopping. He gasped when he saw what you were wearing,"(Y/N)! Why are you wearing that? No no no, you have to change, you can't be in your PJs all day!" Flavio rumbled through your closet,"No...no...no...so last season...no...no...is this from last year?....no...no...ugh! Just wear this (Y/N), we're going shopping!" He tossed a blue shirt and some jean shorts at you, Flavio has a thing for fashion and always complements, or insults, your clothes. Either way, he always takes you shopping. You went to the bathroom that was attached to your room and changed, when you walked out Flavio didn't look too happy,"Don't worry (Nickname), we're going shopping anyway," he took your hand and walked out of the house- but not before telling Luciano where you guys were going of course.

~In the mean time~

"Allen, come down here!" Oliver called out, it took a while until Al's door opened.

He slowly walked down the stairs,"What's wrong?" He asked wearily as he walked into the living room.

"I need you and Matt to get some money for me," informed Francis as he lit a cigarette, his smoking habit has grown since you've left.

"Why us? The police will just find us," said Matt as he watched his hockey game.

"Yeah, just cause were adults now. Doesn't mean they'll go easy on us," Al's voice cracked as he spoke.

"It's not that big of a job. Just get the money and hide, but if the dealer isn't...reasonable, then kill him, run and hide."

"You make it sound easy, Francis," Matt turned the TV off,"I'm in. How about you, Al?"

Al hesitated before nodding,"sure..."

"It's settled then," Matt grabbed his hockey stick,"Well just hide at my house, Oliver'll pick us up at the end of the day." Oliver nodded In agreement, Al grabbed his baseball bat and left with Matt who already knew where they were going. "Oh cheer up! This is going to be fun. Besides, we haven't killed in like forever," Matt tried to cheer Al up. But Al just keep his unemotional face and walked quietly beside his brother. After a few minutes of roaming the streets, they found the dealers house,"This is it, here take this," Matt handed Al a black ski mask,"put it on, they'll be expecting us."

Once Al had his on Matt knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal an old man about seventy years old, ummm ok... "Is Robert Forgun here?" Matt asked, the man nodded and let the brothers in. They sat on the worn down couch in the living room, until a forty year old guy came into the room,"How old are you two?" He asked sitting across from them, Matt was the first to answer,"Twenty? Who sent you here?" Matt answered again while Al was quiet,"I see, so you came for the money then? I need more time, I don't have it yet," he explained, his voice didn't sound so trustful.

"Well we can't leave without the money, so I suggest you give us something," Matt was the only one doing the talking.

"And what if I don't? You two can't do anything about it," Robert leaned back on the couch and grinned at them.

Matt raised an eyebrow at him,"I don't think playing hard to get is going to save you in this one," Matt roared,"Give us the money calmly or we'll take it by force!"

"Yeah...I don't think so," he lit a cigarette and began to smoke,"Francis should've came here and get it himself instead of sending two children," Matt and Al were getting really annoyed with this man. Matt grabbed his hockey stick while Al grabbed his baseball bat, as if on the count of three both brothers smashed their weapons on both of the dealers thighs, making him shout in pain. "Hey Al," Matt started,"Take care of him while I find the money," Al nodded and Matt took off. Robert started to shake in fear holding his thighs in pain, Al smirked in pleaser and hit him in the head. He was knocked out, not dead. Al wasn't going to let him live though, he swung his nail-infested bat and hit the dealer in the skull, hearing the crack his skull made. He smirked,"Matt was right. I haven't killed in a while," he said to no one. Matt showed up with a duffle bag containing the money,"Bastard tried to hide it from us, I got all the money we need, I think even more." Police sirens could be heard from a distance, both brothers bolted out the door.

~now with you~

"And then I told Luciano that I wasn't going to kill him. Because one; I'm was wearing white! Hello~! Blood stains are a pain to wash out-," Flavio continued talking about the job he was suppose to do last week. You walked out of the clothing store holding four shopping bags, when Flavio takes you shopping he buys you a lot of clothes. You heard police sirens in the distance, but you didn't really mind. This was New York City, there's police sirens everyday, you shook it off and listened to what Flavio had to say, you really weren't paying attention to where you were going. Until you felt something strong crash into you, you fell back with the object-or should I say person- who crashed into you on top of you. You opened your (C/E) eyes to meet a pair of ruby-red eyes, he/she had a ski mask on so you couldn't tell who it really was. Only one name came to mind: Allen F. Jones.