The Deal (2P!Italyxreader, request)

Remember what your father has taught you. Stay calm. What do you sense?
Movement, you are driving. Darkness, something wrapped around your throat, making it hard to breathe. A bag, maybe. Something wrapped round your wrists. They are tied together. Okay.
What is the last thing you can remember? You had tea in a nearby café, as you do every…fuck. Rule number 3, avoid every kind of routine. Your life should be worth more than convenience.
You have disregarded that rule. You should have known that the Italians wouldn’t miss such a weak point – such an opportunity.
It was your own fault after all, being too blinded by your safety to see them watching you. And now you will have to get out of this situation by yourself. Yes, your fathers’ men were probably already searching the whole area for you, meanwhile beating up everyone that had made eye contact with those Italian bastards at least once in his life, but let’s be honest – those are the same idiots that hadn’t been able to protect you in the first place. God, a lot of people would have to lose their lives tonight…But for now, your only worries should be those concerning your own.
Alright. How to get out of this mess?
You start to breathe heavy, pretending to be about to hyperventilate. Then you start your little show.
“Is there anybody around? Please, I can’t breathe!”
Silence. Then the sound of a car braking and muffled voices from the front seats.  
“No, the boss said she has to stay tied up – no risks, no faults!”  A thick, Italian accent, just as you had expected. Another voice:
“Oh yeah? How would you call her suffocating on our backseat? The biggest fucking possible fault! A goddamned catastrophe! Go and loosen that damned collar!”
Collar?! Oh, they are going to die so painfully…
“Why me?! You go and do it!”
“Geez…” A resigning sigh. “Fine! Just keep an eye out, I don’t want any asshole to see us and go telling.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
You hear the driver’s door open and close, footsteps surrounding the car then the sound of a door opening next to you. Big, clumsy hands fondle on the thing coiled around your neck. Then the bag gets slowly pulled off.
Instead of screaming and spitting on the giant idiot starring down at you, you flash him your prettiest smile and chirp: “Thank you so much. The collar cut so deep into my throat, I thought it was going to choke me.” You blinked on him with your big, (eye color) eyes and he smiles silly. “No prob. Just stay quiet, si?”
“Sure will.” you answer sweetly, making sure to seem innocent, like the daughter with no clue about her fathers’ business. And you sure do a great job pretending that, just like you learned to. The man goes back to the driver seat and restarts the engine.
“Told you, she’s no threat.”
You smile. Of course. Daughter of a rich man, little girl in a Prada-suit and designer-high-heels. How should you be a threat? The only dangerous things about you are your bodyguards…right? And you do them the favor of remaining silent for a couple of minutes.
Then you start. “Guys, I’m getting sick. You’re driving too fast. Could you turn on the air-conditioning, please?” Distract them. “At least open the window! And it’s hot…” Start to fondle your shoes – move to reach them with your tied hands in a way that gives them a nice look on your body. “Oh my, these heels are getting uncomfortable…I really hope it’s not sandy where we’re going, those shoes were expensive as hell.” Found it! “They are customers’ specifications by Louboutin…” You pull out the hidden blade and ram it through the passenger seat, straight into the muscular gorillas’ heart, and grin. “…but they are totally worth their money.”
It takes the driver a moment to realize what is happening. He jerks the wheel violently; eyes widened in shock, as his partner coughs out blood and takes his last breath.
Taking advantage of his shock, you hiss: “Drive me back or you’ll be the next one.” Unfortunately he seems to be smarter than he looks, for he responds: “You can stab me signora, but then you will have a nice car crash. Well possible you don’t survive that as well…how about a deal?” Sweat drips off his way-too-big forehead, which makes him look like an ape.
“Humph…I’m listening.”
“Great.” He smiles, to hide that he’s almost panicking. “Listen…there’s a weapon in Ricardo’s…I mean, in my partners’ belt, take it. I’ll…I’ll untie your…”
“Already did that.” It’s true; you had pulled the small dagger back out of “Ricardo” right after you had heard him die. Then you had used it cut off your bonds. It had only taken you seconds, your father had forced you to practice it a hundred times. Thank god.
You lick your lips. No matter how often you had practiced, this was exciting!
“F…well…okay…” he stutters, “ You take the gun and I…I just…drop you off, I say you threatened to  shoot me…”
“You’ll give me your gun and poor Ricardos’, how does that sound? And you drop me off right here.” Triumphantly smiling, you poke the blade against his neck.
“Okay, okay, how about that…” Asking scared, he keeps up his fake smile. “I’ll give you both guns and drop you off at the meeting point. The boss will kill me if I let you go before.”
“Like I care…”
“You don’t have to.” Suddenly he grins almost sadistically and you understand that he just tried to kill time. Successfully – you had just reached your destination. He stops the car and you turn pale. Not with fear, but anger. Right after he stops the engine you slide your knife along his throat and watch in the rearview mirror as the blood flows out of him. Again it was already over as he realizes what had just happened - he really doesn’t – didn’t! – seem to be the smartest one. It was a pity, you should have asked him for his name. Your father told you that you should always know the name of a person you kill.

You quickly grab his gun and try to make out where you are, but the windows of the backseat are tinted. Through the windscreen you can only see an old building that looks like an abandoned warehouse. You know such places, your father used to take you there for your first…work experiences.
Well, you have to get out, so you open the door. And just as you stick your head out of the car, you hear the clicking sound of the releasing of the safety catch of a gun, right next to your temple.
“Get out of the car, fetente bella.”
Grinding your teeth, you follow the order. The man steps back and you hear him whistle approvingly.
“Perdinci, I didn’t know the (fathers last name)s’ Offspring was such a hot signorina.”
You only roll your eyes. “Dream on. Like I would hang out with Italian bastards.”
You can hear him smile as he answers. “Not even with the boss of the Italian bastards?”
What? Luciano Vargas himself? You slowly turn your head to give him no reason to pull the trigger, and see that he’s not just bragging. The brown hair with the odd curl, the red eyes, the evil smirk…just like in the pictures your father had shown you.
He clicks his tongue. “Such a pretty face. A real shame that I’ll have to shoot you.”
“Luciano Vargas. I’d like to say that it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I’m not going to lie through my teeth. Not even for the sake of decency, but I don’t guess you have ever heard of it, anyway.” You accompany your statement with an ice-cold look, earning a raised eyebrow and a smirk from him.
“Little donnaccia, aren’t you? You killed two of my men.”
“You’re insulting me. My kill streak is way higher. And sorry about your lovers, hope I didn’t break your little heart?” If you will have to become a corpse, you will be at least one with a triumphant smile.
But instead of cursing you in anger, he only laughs loud. “Nice one, ragazza. Tell me your name before you die, will you?”
“(first name)(last name). Better do your homework next time. Should know who you abduct, shouldn’t you? Idiot.”
“I did, but I found a dozen of names for you. Just wanted to make sure which one is the real one.”
“Oh. In that case, it’s ‘your death’!” With that, you pull your blade and jump on him, aiming for his heart. But he easily dodges your attack, laughing. In less than a blink, he disarms you, wraps his arm around your throat and pulls your back against his chest, while slightly strangling you. You try to free yourself - to no avail, he’s way too strong.
But to your big surprise, he’s not really hurting you; not as much as he could. Instead, he chuckles and kisses your nape. “Gattina bassa…” he breathes into your ear, while you fight to push his arms off you. “…and fighting like a beast, I like that.”
The lag of oxygen makes you weak, but it’s not enough to make you black out. Knowing that exactly, he lets his right arm remain around your throat and starts to caress your body with his left hand. Satisfied he purrs, his mouth so close to you that you can feel his breath. “It would be a real shame to put you to sleep already, wouldn’t it? We two could have a lot of fun together…”
“Bastard!” you hiss with the last bit of air remaining in your lungs. He only snickers. “Such an ugly word from such pretty lips…” Again, he kisses your neck while sneaking his hand underneath your shirt. You shiver as his skin touches yours, making him giggle. “Like it?” Growling in response you try to kick him, only leading him to use his left arm to press you tighter against his body, while his hand still strokes your skin. He licks the back of your neck, before whispering with a lust-filled voice: “I think you do…”
He lets his hand wander down your body into your trousers and stops his thumb slightly above your slip. “Don’t you dare!” you growl. You can feel him smirk against your skin as he slowly starts to move his fingers again - further downwards. “Awww , doesn’t my little kitty want to be stroked…?”
“Barone!” someone interrupts him from behind. You sigh relieved as Luciano quickly pulls his hand back out of your trousers while he grinds his teeth. Although obviously pissed off, he turns around.
“What?! Can’t you see that I’m busy?!”
“Sorry boss, but signore (fathers’ last name) will soon be here. We need to be prepared.”
Gnarling, the Italians’ boss nods.
“Fine. Bring me some handcuffs for our sweet gattina here…” He licks your ear shell and you shiver again. “…and put our men in position. I’ll be there in a second.”
“Si, barone.”
The man turns around and runs towards the abandoned warehouse. Luciano sighs. “Sorry bella, it seems playtime is over.” He pulls his gun and points it at your temple. “Be a nice little ragazza and you will make it out alive.”
You pant, still fighting for air. “I thought…I thought you were going to kill me?”
A vicious smirk forms on his face.  “I changed my plans. Now walk, we don’t want to miss your daddy, do we?”
“Fuck you…”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll find some time to pet my little kitty later.”
You show him your teeth. “Don’t forget that cats can scratch and bite!”
“That’s exactly what I hope for.” he answers, grinning. “Now walk!”

So you do, and as you enter the old warehouse, his henchman comes running and hands him a pair of handcuffs. You give him a warning look, only making his smirk wider. “No need to hiss gattina bassa…” Pulling you close, he presses your back tight against his chest again and wraps his arms around your body to handcuff you. “…I’ll be careful.” he grins. Yet you jerk as the cuffs close around your wrists, but holding you close to him, Luciano keeps you in place.
“My father will make you pay for this!”
Lustful sighing, the Italian whispers in your ear: “Oh no mi amore, he’ll be the one to pay.” Again he starts to caress your body. “There’s a reason I brought you here. I’ll hit him where it hurts him the most; I’ve watched him kill my men for way too long already…”
“You intruded our territory!” you yell. Arrogant bastard, what did he expect when he crossed your borders? That you would just let him pass and capitulate? Idiot.
“’our’ territory, huh? Getting involved into business already?”
“My father introduced me when I was only seven years old. In contrast to you pansies our family gets born and raised into this business. And that’s why you’ll never be able to beat us: We are pros with tradition. You’re a wannabe.”
He pushes you off, pinning you against the wall. “I am the legacy of the Sicilian family, the oldest and most traditional one in business! We don’t intrude, we conquer, and you, bella, will learn that soon!”
A pocketknife suddenly pokes against your throat, slightly scratching your skin. A small drop of blood forms and starts to run down your cervical, being stopped by Lucianos tongue that licks it off before he, gently even, kisses your fresh wound. You shiver, this time with satisfaction. You have to admit that this man impresses you. He is bold, yes, but he has some kind of strange charm. Like a hypnotizing snake that slowly wraps itself around your body, trying to suffocate you.  
His pocketknife vanishes and the firearm reappears, pressing against your temple.
“Tu sarai mia…”
“What?”
“Nevermind.” You hear a car getting closer and Luciano pulls you back to his chest as his men position themselves around the door. Dragging you under the headlights, for the dramatic effect you guess, he puts his evil smirk back on.

Then he warehouses doors open, revealing your dad. Seeing the Italians and Luciano pressing his gun against your head, he turns pale.
“Vargas you son of a bitch…”
“Ah, I see where she’s got her parlance from.”
“What do you want?!”
You can see his fingers twitching around his own gun, as they always do when he’s getting nervous, and hope he’s not going to do something stupid. Luciano seems to have noticed it, too.
“Be careful, you don’t want to accidentally shoot her, do you? Such a precious seniorina, I’m sure you would trade your family-business for her, wouldn’t you?”
Your dad is turning red with anger, but you already know the answer.
“Of course I would.” He closes his eyes and swallows. “I would do anything for her.”
“Hmm…” Luciano hums and cuddles up against you, making your father grind your teeth and clutch his fists. “And I’m sure you want her to be happy, right?”
What? Where is this going?
“Of course I do…god damn it, you get my territories, but hand her over already!”
The glance in the Italians eyes shows you clearly that he’s not going to let you go. Not yet. Not so easy.
“How about a deal?” he asks, with his all so present smirk.
Surprise and suspicion share the space on your fathers face. “What kind of deal?”
“You know, originally I just wanted your territories…”
“And what do you want now?!” Seeing the gun still pressed against your temple, he starts to get impatient.
“I want your daughter.”
Your fathers face looses every color. “Wh…what?”
“Pretty little ragazza, isn’t she? Hot-tempered, cold-blooded and fights like a beast. She clearly has your blood running through her veins. And we would all benefit from it – you keep your territories, I get a beautiful wife, that is – all by the way – heritage of your business, and she gets a husband that will treat her like princess.” He kisses your neck. “Not to forget that we’ll have a common legacy for our both families, as strong and well reared as yours…”
“Never!” your father yells.
You only smile. “Fine.”
Both the men look at you in surprise – Luciano obviously pleased, your father on the other hand…
“Come on dad, you always told me to marry responsible. Having you watch him he wouldn’t dare to treat me bad. Not to mention that I will sleep next to him every night and know exactly how to handle my blade.”
Smirking, Luciano raises an eyebrow.
“Wh…(reader/first name), are you sure you want to do this?” your father stutters, disbelieving.
“Yes. He might be cheeky, but that’s nothing a woman can’t change.”
Luciano turns you to face him, using his hand to cup your chin up. “I knew you like it.” he smirks. “But bella, are you sure? Not that I couldn’t force you, you know, but I don’t want to sleep with an eye open every night.”
Smiling sweetly you response: “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve always had a thing for men that know what they want, and how to get it…” You wrap your still handcuffed arms around his neck and he leans down, kissing you softly. “After all…” you whisper, “…I can still kill you if it doesn’t work out.”
You earn another of his smirks before he brings his mouth down to your ear and says: “You’ll be a lovely mafia-princess…” Slipping his hands underneath your shirt again, he adds: “…and a lovely bride.”
As his hands wander down your body into your trousers without you objecting, your fathers face turns red as a tomato, and with anger he barks:
“Hey! Just to make this clear: You won’t touch her before the wedding! She’s my daughter after all, and you won’t dishonor her!”
You can see actual disappointment on Lucianos’ face, yet he agrees. “Fine. But I’m going to keep her with me – see it as pawn for our deal.” Possessive, he put his arm around your waist. “Because I’m clearly not going to let this little beast get away untamed.”
You bite your lower lip and look at your new fiancée. You really start to like him…