You're MY Property |Mafia! Male x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Male|

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"Good morning, [Y/N]"

I hesitantly opened my eyes to see a blurry looking Devin sitting on the end of the bed. He shouldn't be here I blinked a few times until my eyes readjusted to the lighting. When my eyes finally focused I expected his image to be gone but much to my surprise his being remained. I was confused on why he was here. I quickly glanced to the side and noticed that this wasn't my room- or a room that I recognized for that matter. Out of fear I sat up on the bed and instantly regretted it as pain immediately coursed through my abdomen. I looked down to my clothed stomach and saw that I couldn't see the source of the pain. Oh shit...did he...? I touched my stomach worried that it was caused by something terrible and felt the small outline of what felt like bandages. I let out a small sigh of relief knowing that something bad didn't happen to my unconscious body. I looked back up to him with my eyebrows knitted in confusion as to why I'm bandaged and in a new location.

When my eyes met his I saw his calm expression. He looked calm too eerily calm much to my disliking. Did he do this to me? He couldn't have...he's my friend. Friends don't stab friends. My slightly dazed senses were on edge as my attention went back to him as I felt the bed dip in as he inched closer to be next to me.

"How do you feel?" He asked as he placed the back of his hand over my forehead- which turns out to be also bandaged since I couldn't directly feel his touch.

"F-fine I guess" I mumbled out as I moved back and away from his touch. His figures curled into his palm as he retracted his hand from my bandaged forehead and placed it in his lap while looking a bit like a kicked puppy. His expression made my feel bad for not wanting him to touch me but for now I don't trust him and I won't condone any kind gestures from him until I know what's going on and what happened to me.

"You don't have a fever which is good. I was worried when your body temperature went up" I eyed him suspiciously as I moved away from him and to the headboard. I could feel the cold metal poles against my back which made me shift uncontrollably due to the odd spacing of the poles digging into my spine.

[↑ This what it looks like just in case I didn't describe it right ↑]

He didn't move closer to me as I pulled my legs as close to my stomach as much as I could without hurting myself. Gaining my composure and getting in a comfortable position I finally asked him what's been bugging me since I woke up, "where am I? Last I remember was with A-" but much to my dismay Devin shushed me by placing a hand over my own and spoke over me before I could even utter out his name, "that doesn't matter now" his voice went down an octave as his stare intensified. The look in his once kind eyes told me to not bother with trying to remember the events that transpired to this but me being the inquisitive girl I am asked, but I made sure to rephrased the wording of my question. I'm not stupid enough to disobey his unspoken demand.

"At least tell me wh-what I'm doing here...please" my command started off strong but fell weak as he eyed me down with such intensity. His harsh stare diminished at the sound of me stuttering and my pathetic please "oh you don't remember?" He asked softly as his stare went back to being the kind one I've been used to seeing. I shook my head no while he tilted his head to the side and mirrored my confused expression. He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand, "some nasty person shot you and had the intention to leave you to die but luckily I found you...I saved you. I took you home, changed your bloody clothes, cleaned and bandaged your wounds and took care of you" I let my legs slowly lay down on the bed as I leaned in towards him. My guard sinking into the security and trust he provided by telling me how he tended to me.

"I was...shot?" My voice was small with fear and laced with disbelief. He nodded yes with a sympathetic smile while I moved my unoccupied hand up to touch my bandaged head. As I let what he said sink in, many thoughts were flooding my mind with possibilities of what could've happened.

That can't be right...by who? Everything was going so perfectly...why is my mind so fuzzy on what happened? Last I remember I was-

Before I could come to a conclusion Devin's soothing voice broke my train of thought, "[Y/N] don't fret about it. You're safe now and with me. Nothing can hurt you now"

"But who shot me?"

"You shouldn't know"

"what do you mean?"

I inquired as I leaned in more to try and coax an answer from him instead of playing 'who shot [Y/N]?' He glanced down nervously to the side as he took back his hand from mine and fiddled with the comforter in a nervous matter "...it's best if you don't remember..after all," he leaned in to caress my cheek while a kind smile graced his features. I leaned my cheek into his warm palm to feel security in this odd situation, he's my newly found savior after all based on what he said happened. The warmth radiated off his palm as he rubbed his thumb over my cheek "the brain has a funny trick to repressing terrible memories"

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It's been a few days since I was brought to his home. I was mostly healed but he insisted that I stay with him until I was completely healed. He was home for a few hours to tend to me, making sure I'm ok and that I had everything I needed, then off to work. While I was left alone I had time to think over the events that lead to this. And let me just say that I was very confused. Last thing I remember clearly, I was with Audric....but now I'm here...with him.

Whenever I try bringing up his name and anything regarding him, Devin gets noticeably upset and forcibly changes the topic or when that doesn't work thanks to me being a stubborn ass, he wears me down until I don't want to know the answer to the question anymore.

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Lol I couldn't find a picture to match the book aesthetic so here's a photo that describes me.