2p Italy X Reader: Saviour

Part 2

-Luciano's POV-
I lightly brushed a strand of hair out of (your name)'s face. She was so beautiful, sleeping, with her face cleared of any stress and melancholy. I was about to wake her up and give her breakfast when a voice behind me stopped me.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" My eyes widened. Despite years of training, I hadn't heard him. I calmly turned around and analyzed the man who was standing behind me. He had dark brown hair and olive green eyes. His skin was tanned and he wore a black T-shirt and ripped jeans.

"And you are?"

"Calixto Daskalakis. It's a pleasure to meet you, Luciano Vargas."

"Would you mind telling me what you're doing here, Calixto?"

"No, not at all. You see, when your friends, the Allies, told me where my dear, sweet (your name) was living now, I was overjoyed to come and visit her." I struggled to stop my anger at my supposed 'friends' from showing while he sighed and shook his head. "But alas, her heart has been stolen from me by a murderer. And guess what else? He's a murderer who doesn't even care about her. This person, who says that he loves her is only going to kill her, like he does to all of his toys." I felt a unrelenting feeling of anger, trying to get out of me, to kill this person who was making false accusations.

"Of course, he probably thinks that he loves her, when in reality, he only convinces himself that he does because he's a heartless bastard who has no reason to live." I took out one of my cherished knives and threw it at his chest, the gleaming blade and the wooden hilt locked in a cartwheel. He sidestepped and leaped out of the open window. The tip of the knife sank into the wall and I yanked it out, tucking it into my pocket.

-Your POV-
"Bella?" You slowly opened your eyes. Your eyes darted towards the clock on your bedside table and you felt a flash of panic run through you.

"Shit!" You tried to get out of bed, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you, restraining you from going anywhere.

"Buongiorno, mio amore. You have orders from me not to work today." You looked at the smirking Italian and rolled your eyes as he handed you a tray of food.

"Really, you don't have to-" He used the same silencing technique he had used the night before and gave you a insistent look.

"Eat." You sighed and took a bite of buttered toast. He smirked triumphantly, but his eyes were clouded with worry.

"Is-is something wrong, Luciano?" He shook his head and smiled softly at you.

"No, why?"

"You look worried." You spotted a small crack on one of your walls and pointed at it. "What's that?" He sighed sat down on the bed next to you.

"Do you know a person named Calixto Daskalakis?"The name sent chills down your spine.

"You don't think this is going to work out?"

"I just don't think you're my type." He nodded curtly and turned away. You sighed and unlocked the front door of your home.

"Mariah! I'm back!" At that time, you were attending (college), and you lived with Mariah Talhelm, who had taken you in after your mother abandoned you on the streets.

"Great! How was it?" You were about to respond, but your phone let out a chime that signified that you had received a text. You looked at it.

I wonder what your blood smells like. It probably smells nice, like you do. You eyes widened in shock and you felt a stab of fear.

"(Your name)?"

"(Your name)?" You looked into Luciano's eyes and took a deep, calming breath.

"Calixto Daskalakis was the stalker that I told you about." You placed the tray on the bedside table. You had lost your appetite. His eyes narrowed and they burned with anger. "He-he was here, wasn't he?" He nodded slowly, as if unwilling to let you know. I can't stay here anymore. Not if he knows where I am. You tried to get up, to leave before you could bring more danger to the Vargas household. He wrapped an arm around your waist and restrained you from getting out of the bed.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Please, I-I have to go before he comes for you and your brothers." He shook his head and stared into your eyes.

"We can protect ourselves. You have to stay here so that we can protect you."

"B-but what if- what if you're too- if I'm-" You burst into tears and buried your face in his chest. He couldn't really be back could he? Calixto Daskalakis.... that name still haunted you in your nightmares.

A woman, around the age of thirty, has been found lying in a pool of blood. On the wall next to her, the words 'I will watch your blood pour out next, my dear' have been written. You sank to your knees. Who was this person? He was probably also the person who had been sending so many unnerving text to you. And now Mariah was dead, murdered because of you.

"No..." You leaned against the side of a diner, a tear tracing a clean path down your dirt-stained cheek. Luciano soothingly stroked your hair as you let the sound of his heartbeat comfort you, the constant pulsation consoling you until it was in sync with your own.

"Non ti preoccupare. Tutto andrà bene." You let your muffled sobs die out, and you went back to your original position, staring at the blankets. He smiled comfortingly and took out a handkerchief the color of wine. He brushed away the remaining tears and kissed you gently.

"But what if-"

"Shh.... Don't think about it, mio amore." You nodded and sniffled, hoping that Calixto would just forget. But you knew that he wouldn't. He began to sing softly.

Non credevo possibile, se potessero dire queste parole:
Al di là del bene più prezioso, ci sei tu.
Al di là del sogno più ambizioso, ci sei tu.
Al di là delle cose più belle.
Al di là delle stelle, ci sei tu.
Al di là, ci sei tu per me, per me, soltanto per me.
Al di là del mare più profondo, ci sei tu.
Al di là dei limiti del mondo, ci sei tu.
Al di là della volta infinita, al di là della vita.
Ci sei tu, al di la, ci sei tu per me.

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