Run Off → 91 Days Fanfic

Run In Circles

Last chance, do y'all really think adding smut is a good idea or not cuz I'm down-

Also, long-ass chapter ahead oop-

There was a small invisible smile on your face as you slowly watered the carnations in the vase on the window. You seemed to be swaying to the inaudible jazz music from the kitchen, it was like you were lost in your own thoughts.

A light shade of pink was dusted over your cheeks as you set the small watering can on the wooden ledge. You studied the flower petals, they were red, a sign of pride, admiration, and love. It was almost perfect timing when the flowers were sent to your household, your mother ordered a new stock for the dining room and she lent you a handful.

You almost let out a dreamy sigh when your thoughts flood back to the market trip yesterday, the palm of your hands touched your warm cheeks to hide them. The passing maids were probably looking at you with speculation, perhaps they already cracked the code that their young mistress was in fact, in love.

It was almost surreal, the feeling of warmth even though the weather was shifting, the constant recalling of the rainy day, your mind was the only place where you could let your secrets out. You could practically feel his every touch, radiating genuine love and a little bit of danger.

This overwhelming emotion, need, yearning was something you never felt before. You thought being in love with another man was forbidden, as if it was a sin to even look in their way. The constant grooming, training, etiquette tutoring was becoming repetitive and you grew bored.

The idea of seeing Avilio was exciting, you no longer felt like a suppressed little girl. Every day you were told to listen, behave, sit still and look pretty, it was suffocating. Being able to kiss, touch, and see him was everything that you wanted. You couldn't be anymore happier.

"Miss [Y/N]," The maid bows her head when you looked over your shoulder. "Your father has requested for you to see him in his office."

But the real world is cruel, it's unforgiving, it always brings back the past to haunt you. There are many reasons why you wished to be born into a different life where it was just normal, civilized, free from dirty chores.

Hierarchy, authority, money, you see them to be so useless. There's no family like this except yours, it's built out of materialism. Not by blood, of course. You loved your mother and father so dearly and if anything were to happen to them, your world would collapse.

But that family, they're like a pack of lions. They're hungry, greedy, always ran by the men. You absolutely despised it but you couldn't leave even if you wanted to. You lost count of how many times you heard about murder, gun violence, traitors.

The Vanetti family seemed to enjoy it though, they like being the rulers of Lawless, Chicago was wrapped around their finger. Your family had nowhere else to go, luckily your parents began to work under Don Vanetti, you were spared.

But it could have been better if you weren't.

"You are my daughter, you must listen to me!" A hand slams down on the mahogany desk and your father's pens jump.

"I don't have anything to say to him!" You fired back, face red with anger. "I told you, I didn't see anything, the robber was long gone!"

Your father rubs the bridge of his nose out of annoyance, "You know this, [Y/N], Fio can't bring herself to speak right now."

"I know that, but-"

"You have to go on her behalf," He stresses. "I already said you were attending!"

"Oh, father..." Inhaling sharply, you shut your eyes and rubbed your temples.