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michellenero · 2 years

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A Capo's not-so-hidden secret

Abbacchio x Fem!Reader 3.6k

A/N: An enormous thanks to @jojofucker307 for giving so many great ideas, proof reading, and just all together keeping me motivated with this fic! It wouldn't be the same without your help.Please stay tuned for an alternate NSFW ending!

Cw: mentions of blood, minor description of violence, smoking, minor descriptions of nfsw pictures, fluff. Cut for length.

You knew. You could feel his eyes on you any time you walked into the room. “Was this some cruel joke?!” The thought played in your head like a broken record. Why would your capo, Bruno Bucciarati, have the hots for you? Why does he shamelessly devour you with his gaze from behind just to rip it away as soon as your eyes meet? You’ve had your fair share of eyeing up your capo, however that all stopped when you got into a relationship with your now fiance, Leone Abbacchio, Bruno’s best friend.

The tension in the room was so thick you were practically breathing it in. The combination of Bruno’s piercing gaze from behind and Abbacchio’s growing rage to your left made you hot under the collar. You knew that if you didn’t pull Abbacchio out of there fast he would beat the hell out of his own boss. Before you can fully reach your shaking hand over to him, Leone pulls you into a heated, needy kiss. Your eyes widen and your entire body tenses up before you quickly relax and return the kiss. After breaking the kiss he sends a glare strong enough to freeze the sun directly to your capo. “Go upstairs, cara. Please.” he mumbles in your hair before pressing a kiss onto your temple. If you were in your right mind you would’ve dragged him upstairs with you to save your poor capo from any of your boyfriend’s wrath, unfortunately for Bruno, you were not.

You nodded, unable to find the right words under his intense gaze..or was it the waxy feel of his lipstick mixing with yours…maybe the dull ache in between your legs? You weren’t sure, you quickly turned on your heels and all but ran upstairs. Luckily for you, your and Abbacchio’s shared bedroom was closest to the stairs. You know you shouldn’t but you just can’t help it! So you strain your ears as hard as you can in hopes to hear even a sliver of the conversation. The house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “At least the others aren’t home,” you thought to yourself letting out an amused huff. You gasp when you hear heavy footsteps crossing the room below, no doubt Abbacchio. Your heart starts racing and after a short argument with yourself about whether you should intervene or not, you hear the smooth baritone of Bruno's voice.

“Abbacchio,” his voice low and intimidated, “stop looking at me like that.” Abbacchio barks out a laugh, so deep and genuine you couldn’t help but smile. “Stop looking at you like that?!,” he sneers, “Stop looking at Y/N like she’s some piece of fucking meat Bucciarati.” Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it in your ears. “Is he really that mad? Is this staged? God, Abbacchio, please don’t hit him!” you shook your head, pushing those thoughts to the side in favor of hearing the rest of the conversation. “Leone,” Bruno speaks again, “it not like that I–” “Shut the fuck up!” Abbacchio’s voice boomed. “You’ve been eye fucking my fiance for months! Explain yourself Bruno, we’re supposed to be friends. Why my fiance of all people?!” your brows furrowed. Did you just hear his voice crack? Was he crying? “I don't blame you caro, just please calm down,” you thought to yourself in some off chance Leone had telepathic abilities you didn’t know about.

Maybe he did, because as soon as you finished that thought the house fell silent, so silent you hear Bruno suck in a breath through his teeth before talking. “Abbacchio, I know you’re upset, angry even,” you hear Bruno cross the room, “but you should be flattered. Aren’t you glad you have such an attractive partner, Leone?” you can practically feel the smug grin his face no doubt holds. Your jaw hangs agape, how dare he?! The godfather of your future children metaphorically spitting in your fiance’s face! “What the hell is he talking about?!” you say to yourself. Perhaps a little too loud but you couldn’t find it in you to care right now. “I am not with Y/N for her looks-” Bruno chuckles at his statement before interrupting, “But it's a plus right? I mean look at her! She’s got the perfect body, it really shouldn't go to waste on someone like you,” his words oozing venom “A man who was drinking himself to death before I took him in like a lost kitten. A man who can’t even bring himself to hold her hand in public!” he lets out an amused huff, no doubt at the red blooming across Leone’s chest as it always did when he was angry. “Come on, Abbacchio. You have pictures of her, no? No need to answer, I’ve seen them over your shoulder once or twice. Why don’t you show me? Just one.”

There was a long pause…well, long to you. You couldn’t tell if your face was burning from embarrassment or anger, if you had to guess you’d choose the latter. You push yourself off of the wall that you were listening through and storm out of the bedroom door with the intention of giving Bruno a piece of your mind. As soon as you rounded the corner the look on Abbacchio’s face froze you in your tracks. You wanted so badly to teach Bruno a lesson on manners but your fiance needed you! You walked cautiously towards Leone, never breaking eye contact. In the blink of an eye Leone is out of his chair and has Bruno by the collar, “Leo calm down caro…” you cringe at how shaky your voice is, “please, just look at me. We can go to my apartment. Just let him go.” Oh how you wished he would just leave it, leave Bruno there to think about what he’s done. You cautiously approach the men, suddenly acutely aware of how much larger they are than you. “Leo, baby please..” you reach for his arm trying to tug him away from the now terrified capo. “You fucking bastard.” Leone spoke barely above a whisper.

He nudges you off of him as softly as he could while he was practically vibrating with rage. You step back feeling powerless, Bruno shoots you a pleading look that shatters your heart. “He doesn’t mean it, Abbacchio!” God damn it, why is your voice cracking? You’ve never seen him so mad, yet calm at the same time. It was honestly scary. In one swift move Abbacchio has Bruno pinned onto the ground under his knee, it’s as if you’re watching the scene unfold in slow motion. Leone raises his fist and it lands with a nauseating crack. Once, twice, three times? You lost count so long ago. Abbacchio switched from punches to kicks after his knuckles were bloodied and bruised. You’ve heard your partner scream and cuss out plenty of people plenty of times but this time was so different, so sickening. You backed yourself into a corner while sobs wracked through your body. Abbacchio’s incoherent cursing and grunts rung in your ears like a mantra.

Your pleading fell on deaf ears, that was until you heard a car door slam outside and footsteps rushing to the door. Your eyes were puffy as you blinked away tears. There’s a flash of Mista’s ridiculously obnoxious pants rushing towards your capo and fiance. “It’s funny, I’ve always hated those pants. Now they’re the only reason I know this is over.” Your thoughts are cut short when you feel two sets of hands on your arms urging you to stand up. Gironio’s soft gaze was like a breath of fresh air, you drag your eyes to the second body, Fugo. “Y/n! Are you okay?! What the hell happened?” Fugo’s voice is panicked and breathy, “Fugo you need to calm down, do you see how scared she is?” Giorno’s voice is so soft and elegant, you envy his calm demeanor at a time like this. “I- Bruno..He-” another sob ripped through your throat. “Please! Please just stop him!” you plead with the younger men in front of you. You can still hear Abbacchio landing blows on Bruno and it's making you sicker by the minute. As Fugo scoops you in his arms you see Giorno following close behind you, blocking your view of Abbacchio. “Narancia! Get your ass in here!” Mista screams, in the blink of an eye Narancia is running through the door with his arms full of junk food. “What! What happened–” his arms fall slack and he dashes across the room. You can’t help but tune out Giorno and Fugo’s pleas for an explanation in favor of watching them finally pull Abbacchio off of your poor, unconscious capo. Narancia hooks both of his arms around Abbacchio as high as he can reach and pulls with all his strength, thankfully Mista was on Abbacchio’s other side doing the exact same thing.

Abbacchio struggles only slightly until deciding to push both young men off and get up by himself. Mista is quick to crowd his space while Narachia ensures Bruno is still breathing. “What the hell Abbacchio?!” Mista flings his arms towards Bruno’s battered body, “Care to explain?!” Abbacchio grunts, “Later. Move.” He says, his words hold a sort of finality that makes Mista stand down. Abbacchio scans the room until he finds you in Fugo’s arms. He pushes past Giorno and snatches you away from Fugo with an unamused grunt. “Thanks,” he mutters. He carries you bridal style upstairs and lays you softly on the bed. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, not because you’re mad, but because you know you look ridiculous. Face red and puffy, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, and your nose is no doubt running since Abbacchio gives you a tissue before cleaning his knuckles with his own.

You sit silently for what feels like an eternity trying to regulate your breathing, you feel the mattress dip beside you and immediately cling to Abbacchio. “I‘m so sorry bambina.” he mumbles shamefully, you press a kiss onto his cheek and smooth out his hair. “Don’t be caro, I heard everything. He should’ve never talked about you like that.” Abbacchio lets out a weak, airy chuckle “Me?” he asked playfully, “you think I kicked the shit out of our capo because he said a few mean things about me?” you cringed at the wording, though he wasn’t wrong. “No..I just mean-” he cuts you off with a gentle kiss, “Don’t cry amore, no more crying. Okay?” You sniffle and nod. “Leo, I’m so sorry if I would’ve known-” your sobs are now annoying hiccups, Leone raises his eyebrows and anchors you with his hands on your hips. “Bambina, hey. Calm down okay? He’ll be okay eventually, and I promise you he will never make you uncomfortable again,” he gently scoots away from you and mutters a quick “I’ll be right back” before pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek and leaving the room.

Your mind races while you wait for him to come back. “Where is he? Is Bruno okay? Is he going back down there to finish the job?” your thoughts come to a screeching halt when Abbacchio walks back into the bedroom, his sleeves up to his elbows with his corded forearms on full display for you. He kneels down in front of you and you catch the faint scent of your body wash on his arms before he caresses a damp thumb over your cheekbone. “I ran you a bath cara, go get in.” His voice is soft and remorseful. You nod and quickly gather your pajamas before going into the bathroom and sinking into the tub and humming contently.

ABBACCHIO’S POV

“Shit” I muttered and took a deep breath, shoving a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in my pocket. I give my knuckles and shoes a quick once over for blood before descending down the stairs. I drag my eyes to the red blotch on the otherwise perfectly white floor. “Motherfucker.” I think to myself as I walk past it and onto the back porch. I pull a cigarette out of the pack and make a mental note to buy more soon. As I block the lighter’s flame from the wind, the exterior door slides open and an obnoxious commotion behind me. I already know what they want, so I motion for them to sit down. Narancia sucks in a breath through his teeth before letting out a nervous chuckle, “Damn Abbacchio,” he points at my purple and swollen knuckles, “That looks like it hurts.” The other three hum in agreement. “Hurts like a bitch,” I say, examining them myself. “Why can’t I look any of them in the eye?” I thought to myself with my brows furrowed.

“Okay,” Fugo chimes in, “enough with the chit chat. What the hell happened? Why was Y/n curled up in a corner? Why did you beat our capo within two inches of his life?!” He raises his voice slightly which forces my eyes to meet his. “Don’t know” I mutter. “You don’t know?!” Fugo is fully screaming now. “No, fuck. Of course I know it's just…” suddenly my chest feels tight and I can feel the scowl on my face. I take a few heavy breaths and rub my sweaty, shaky palms on my pants, “Bruno - he um..fuck he just said some shit, alright?!” Fugo scowls when he hears Narancia offer Mista a handful of chips. “Oh, don’t mind us Abbacchio. We’re listening.” Mista chimes in with a nervous smile. I let out a shaky breath, “He’s like,” I pause trying desperately to collect my thoughts, “He’s always eyeing her up and it drives me up the fucking wall.” Narancia looks visibly confused and Mista mutters a quiet, “Eye banging” in his direction. I hum in approval.

Fugo cocks his head, “So you beat the shit out of our boss because he stared at y/n? Mista does that all the time!” He emphasizes his point by throwing an accusatory finger in Mista’s direction. Mista raises his hands in defense and sweat starts to bead on his brow, “Look man I just look every now and then I’d never actually touch her Abbac-” I raise my hand to silence him. “No, no. That’s not all.” I take a drag from my neglected cigarette and puff the smoke away from all of them, “Apparently he saw um…inappropriate pictures of her…like on my phone” Almost in unison, Fugo’s eyes widen, Giorno throws a hand over his mouth, and Mista and Narancia share a look that says “Oh shit”, “He started talking about her body and how it shouldn’t be wasted on ‘someone like me’” I threw up my hands to make air quotes. My mouth runs dry and my voice becomes scratchy “god damn he – he asked to see more. See her. I don’t know how she heard the conversation but when I saw her round the corner I knew I couldn’t just let him say those things,” my voice cracks and I blink back tears “that look she had on her face when she first came in..she was so embarrassed, it broke my heart..and that - that bastard had this smug look on his face. At first I was just planning on scaring him a little bit, you know?” I stand and stub my cigarette into the ashtray, “but he just had to look at her. Of course he did, giving her a look like he was fucking innocent. That fucking asshole.”

I suck in a sharp breath followed by a shaky exhale “I didn’t want to hit him in front of her. You all understand that right?” I look at the four teenagers in front of me, almost begging them to tell me I wasn’t the bad guy. I feel four heavy hands on my back. They all hum in agreement, “I would’ve done the same thing” Fugo admits, “Yeah man you always gotta defend your woman. Nobody’s mad at you.” Mista states with a comforting tone. “I tried pushing her away, I really did. I didn’t mean to hit him that much. I planned to stop after one good punch, but he never wiped that fucking smirk off his face. He never stopped looking at her, it ate me alive.” My shoulders started shaking and I felt guilt settle on my stomach, “Is he, umm..is Bruno okay?” I look around the group for answers when my gaze falls on Giorno, “Well you certainly did a number on him, but Golden Experience was able to heal most of the wounds. He has a few scratches and bruises but thats all”

The air isn’t nearly as heavy anymore, we all decide to drop the previous conversation and each have our own separate conversations. Giorno decides to go to sleep early, Mista and Narancia are arguing about what flavor chips are the best and Fugo starts asking questions about Y/n. “How is she handling all this? She was pretty shaken when I got to her.” Suddenly my thoughts are crowded with the image of her, her sweet smile, her beautiful e/c eyes. “She calmed down fairly quickly,” I pulled my phone out of my pocket ‘1:24 A.M’ it read, “Shes probably fast asleep right now,” Fugo looks at the time on my phone screen. “Yeah it's pretty late i think we're all going to head to bed” the three teens stand and one by one tell me goodnight. I pull another cigarette out of the pack and get halfway through it when I hear the exterior door slide open once again. I snapped my head around thinking it was one of the boys grabbing a forgotten item only to be met with Bruno’s piercing gaze.

I stand up from my chair and I’m quick to crowd his space, “Was one ass kicking not enough for you?” I growl. How dare this motherfucker show his face around me after everything he said?! “No, No. Please just sit and let me talk” he pleads. I pause for a while before ultimately opting to sit a little too close to him just in case I need to teach him another lesson. “Leone, I’m so sorry” I chuckle “Like hell you are.” I roll my eyes. “No, I really am. I don’t know what had gotten into me. My words do not depict how I think of you, Abbacchio. You’re my best friend, I should’ve never brought up your past. That was cruel of me.” My brows knit together in a mix of anger and confusion, I suck in a breath to give him a piece of my mind but he cuts me off, “I know that isn’t why you…did what you did. However, I just felt the need to tell you that I didn’t mean it” I try to think of what to say, I want to beat his ass all over again. “Did you mean what you said about her? Did you really see her pictures?” I avert my gaze to the floor, he sucks in a deep breath “Yes,” he admits “and I liked them, but-” I cut him off when I grab him by the collar, “If you ever, and I mean ever as much as think about her again I swear on all things holy I will kill you. Do you understand me?” He nods frantically and I can’t help but grin, “Finally that damn smirk is gone.” I think to myself with an amused huff.

I let go of his shirt and settled back in my seat, we sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. “I will never look at her again, Abbacchio. You have my word.” He says sheepishly, I opt to just grunt in approval. He stands and leans against the railing of the balcony, “Can we fix this?” A laugh rips through my throat like never before, “Absolutely fucking not.” His head hangs low, “Don’t you think it’ll add more stress onto her if you’re constantly hostile towards me? Think about y/n Leone.” Anger blooms in my chest rapidly, “Do not say her name.” I bark out. There's a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I stand from my chair and turn towards the door, “I’ll think about it” I mumble, halfway hoping he couldn't hear me. “Thank you.” He says flatly, I nod and open the door. I make my way upstairs before knocking softly on our bedroom door. “Y/n? Cara, are you awake?” I push the door open to see her sleeping form curled up in the middle of our queen sized bed. “How can someone this small take up this much space?” I humor out loud before scooping her up and moving her to the right side of the bed. Once she's settled I quickly change out of my day clothes and opt for a pair of sweatpants with no shirt. I climb in bed as gently as I can behind her and pull her close to my chest. “I love you so, so much bambina,” I mumble into her hair, hoping she stays asleep long enough for me to finish my confession. “I’m sorry you had to witness that y/n, I hope you can understand that I couldn’t just let that slide cara. You mean the world to me and I promise you that I will protect you at all costs.” I pepper kisses over her cheek and shoulder. “Goodnight Y/n. I love you more than anything.” My eyes snap open when she begins to talk. “ I love you too Leone, I forgave you when you ran me a bath. Goodnight caro” I groan, “you’re supposed to be asleep” I whisper softly. “I am,” she tucks herself closer into my chest. “Goodnight Leone” I kiss her forehead “Goodnight bella”

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