Mafia!Romano X Reader ~ The Love Boat Ch.3

Malaga (Spain) → Ibiza (Spain)

As was planned from the previous day, the four friends all met on the main deck and headed towards the closest restaurant of the ship to get breakfast. As was rather a tradition already, they split in two, Francis and Alfred leading the way and _____ and Lovino following.

“You look gorgeous as ever!” Lovino told her and winked.

_____ smiled and kissed him, snaking her arms around his neck. The kiss was long and slow, and sealed that what had happened yesterday was not an accident.

When they broke apart, _____ was glad to see that neither the American nor the Frenchman had noticed something.

The four friends sat at a table close to a window to overlook the sea and soon, a waitress came to take their order. As she left, she revealed a person sitting alone at a table diagonally to them. _____ wasn't surprised to see the Japanese man from the day before: She thought that the reason he had felt familiar was because he was a passenger on the cruise ship.

It took only a few minutes for the waitress to come back with their orders and _____'s mouth watered at the sight and smell of her omelet. She got down on eating, trying to contribute as normal as ever to the conversation, so as to not let the rest become aware of the fact that she and Lovino, who was sitting next to her, were playing with their legs under the table.

It was at a moment like this, with a smirk forcing its way to her face, that Lukas and Mark would have passed by their table if Mark hadn't stopped. “Hey! Lukas, look! It's _____!” the Danish man's booming voice was heard. “How are you, _____? You look gorgeous as ever!” he said loudly and opened his hands for a hug.

“And you look awesome as ever!” _____ returned his compliment and got up and hugged him tightly, grinning.

An italian accented “Tsk” was barely heard because of Mark's loud laughter.

_____ released Mark, but still keeping her palm on his shoulder, she asked the Norwegian: “And how are you, Lukas?”

“I'm well, thank you” he replied blandly. And clutching Mark by his lapel, added in the same tone: “Buffoon. Stop annoying people” and dragged him away.

_____ sat back down, smiling widely, and was about to proceed with her lovely omelet, when Alfred asked her: “Yo, _____, who was that?”

_____ had already decided to take shameless advantage of the situation. Holding her fork in the air, she replied, grinning, “Oh, it's no-one” and took her bite, signaling the end of the subject.

There was a small, awkward pause, with questionmarks hanging in the air, until Francis decided to cut it by changing the subject. “So,” the Frenchman asked Alfred, turning to look at him, “how did you decide to become a police officer?”

“How did you two decide to become restaurant owners?” Alfred asked back, pointing his index finger back and forth at the two cousins.

“We didn't get to decide” the Italian answered. “Our family was in the business and it was expected from us to take up from where they left off when they retired”

“So, you just inherited the business...”

“Oui” Francis confirmed. “But, how about you?”

“Well...” Alfred took a moment to gather his thoughts. “When I was a child, I would always look up to my mother who was a firefighter; she was a real hero, she had gained a medal for her bravery!” he said, smiling. “So, I wanted to be as useful, as honorable; make my mother proud! My mom has passed away, but I still feel pride in saving people and making society better by capturing bad guys. I'm so happy when I get to see the innocent people's smiles when they reconnect with their families or when they're told they are now safe.”

“Such noble causes!” Francis admired. “You are a respectable man, mon ami!”

Alfred smiled honestly at the Franchman and his blue eyes twinkled brightly behind his glasses.

“And you, bella?” Lovino grinned. “Did you choose to become an art conservator?”

_____ hummed thoughtfully. “Not really...”

The Italian scrunched his eyebrows and tilted his head. “But you are so proud of your job...” he told her. “And you've every right to be!”

“Indeed, I am!” she said and went on: “But, when I was younger, what I really wanted was to become an artist – a painter to be precise – but, my parents told me to go for an actual job that pays. Looking back at my attempts, I realized it was their way of telling me I have no talent in this. It's true; I just don't have it. I was choosing art constantly, but art hadn't ever chosen me” she shrugged. “I'm very happy, though. Okay, I may not be a painter, but I'm still surrounded by art and live my life in art everyday. Being an art conservator is like being an artist. The only difference is that you don't need particular talent.”

The Italian held _____'s hand, “I find it hard to believe that those fingers have no talent” he said and cupped it with his.

“Well, not in painting anyway...”

“And what are these pretty hands talented in?” Lovino asked.

_____ wondered if that was an innuendo, but decided it wasn't. She smiled. “Cooking...”

“Oh, that's good!” Lovino cut her, grinning. “That's very good!”

“And... gardening, I guess. It seems that when I plant something, it always grows.”

“Do you have a garden? Do you grow stuff?”. Lovino was intrigued now.

“Yes, my block of flats has a back yard and there's an equivalent little space for my apartment” she told him. “I grow flowers, but I'd rather grow things that I can eat.”

“Why don't you, then?”

“The other residents that have access would steal them; They already steal my flowers sometimes. Besides, New York is too cold for the juicy tomatoes I've always wanted to grow.”

Lovino's golden eyes widened at that. “Bella ragazza!” he randomly admired her and guided her jaw upwards with his hand and kissed her, not giving a damn about the presence of their company.

Francis' knowing laugh didn't annoy _____ enough to not kiss the Italian back.

The rest of the breakfast was spent more or less the same, the four friends would chat and get to know each other and occationally, the young woman and her Italian love interest would share a quick kiss.

After they were done with their food, the little group of friends dissolved and _____ and Alfred went straight to shop for clothes in the small mall of the ship.

“So, girlfriend,” the American asked, playfully pretending to be offended, “since when are you keeping secrets from me?”

“Now, why would you say that?” the young woman replied with an as playful smirk. “Wasn't I always telling you everything?”

“I thought so, up until today. But, I can't believe that “Mr. Vargas” just randomly kissed you!” Alfred told her. “And what are we looking for here anyway?” he asked, confused, pushing some hangers away. “I honestly think you've packed more than enough clothes!”

“First of all, we kissed yesterday afternoon for the first time-”

Alfred's jaw dropped. “Giiiiiiiiiiiiirl!” he whined. “Why didn't you tell me anything?”

“Secondly, I'll tell you every detail about it while we shop-”

“You better!”

“And lastly, we're looking for a hot dress for tonight 'cause I don't have something sexy enough. To go dancing. At Ibiza. With smoking hot “Mr. Vargas”!”

“Okay,” the American agreed, smiling naughtily, “just make sure to not wear high heals!”

“Fuck off!”

Alfred burst in shameless laughter.

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Sleeping after lunch was an essential considering the amound of food Alfred ate again. _____ agreed, a little nap before going dancing would only do good for her skin and rest her body. Her sleep was peaceful, but when the alarm went off, she cursed because it had woken her up just as Lovino was about to kiss her.

The young woman got up, nudged Alfred who was sleeping on the upper bunk bed awake, and started getting ready for the night.

The quartet of friends met on the main deck as was beforehand arranged and watched their ship enter the port of Eivissa. After the cruise ship was securely tied down, her passengers could, finally, abandon her and a swarm of impatient tourists filled the port in an instant. As most of the other voyagers did, the small company of friends headed on foot towards Dalt Vila, the old town of Ibiza.

The cobblestone streets and the beautiful, picturesque buildings were creating a romantic atmosphere that was further accentuated by the dusk and _____ couldn't help herself from holding Lovino's hand. She instantly felt embarassed and she would retrieve her hand at once, if Lovino wasn't already holding it tight.

They entered the defensive wall of the 3000 year old city and slowly, the river of people started dissolving around them, as each group would head down a different alley. They, too, walked around the quaint old town and after that, they headed towards the Castle.

_____ thanked her lucky stars inside her head more than once for taking Alfred's advise to wear flat shoes, because the Castle was built on the peak of a high hill making it quite tiring to visit. She was also greatful for the light breeze and for the fact that it was night by now, helping her cool off and not ruin her brand new dress before it would have serve its purpose.

The Castle was as imposing and big as a castle should be, all made of stone. The spectacular view of the sea and Eixample, the modern part of the town, that the Castle offered made up more than enough for the demanding ascend.

Later, the quartet of friends walked back to the port, but instead of climbing aboard the cruise ship, they headed towards the marina. There, across the moorings for the pleasure yachts, was a series of lounge cafes and night clubs. The little group of friends chose a night club almost randomly and went in with their minds set to spend the night dancing.

As soon as they entered, Alfred headed straight to the middle of the dance floor, dancing like crazy and laughing like there was no tomorrow. His wild moves didn't go unnoticed and a little circle was formed around him by the clapping crowd simply because Alfred... got it bigtime!

Francis, in the pretext of getting a drink, left the couple alone and headed for the bar while thoroughly checking out every single person that passed him by.

The music was loud, not permitting much conversation. _____ was fine with that: She prefered body language for tonight.

Lovino smiled at the young woman. “Wanna dance?”

“Suuuuure!”

The couple headed to a corner of the dance floor and let their bodies be driven by the music. They started innocently, dancing at a respectable distance, but as time went by and with the pretext of alcohol, they ended up dancing close, as close as possible, with their bodies stuck on each other and constantly french kissing.

Pretty soon, not much dancing was happening and they were just snogging and feeling each other up and _____ dragged the Italian at a close by booth, so they can be a little more comfortable and private.

Their making out was getting deeper and their hands were now all over each other's bodies. “Bella,” Lovino breathed among kisses, “you're killing me!”

_____ chuckled and doubled her attacks and the pair was soon a panting mess.

Things were getting unbearably hot, and just as Lovino was thinking that if the atmosphere was getting any heavier he wouldn't be able to stop himself, a loud cough was heard over their heads. The two unwillingly parted to find Alfred standing next to them.

“I'm sorry to interrupt,” he said, “but Francis and I will get back to the ship. Feel free to stay if you want to!”

The duo looked at each other momentarily and then turned to Alfred. “We'll stay!” they declared with certainty.

“Okay,” the American shrugged, “just don't forget the ship sails at four” he reminded them. “Have fun!” he winked and turned to leave.

As soon as Alfred was away, _____ and Lovino at once picked up from where they had left off. It was only a matter of seconds for the atmosphere to become again hot, steamy and bothersome.

Lips locking, hands wondering and bodies glued together had the couple decide to hasten their departure. Finding the will to part was hard, but somehow they managed. They reluctantly got up from the couch and, still dizzy, exited the night club.

The night breeze little helped them cool off. _____, in a haste to be with Lovino away from public eyes, started dragging him by his hand towards the ship.

But, only for a few meters. Lovino soon stopped and pulled _____ back, forcing her to turn around and crush chest-to-chest on him.

His eyes were screaming his fire and she, seeing that, caressed his cheek.

And then, she snaked her arms around the Italian's neck, abandoning a part of her weight on his shoulders, hanging from him. Lovino tangled his fingers in her hair, supporting her head, and leaned to kiss her deeply.

The young woman was breathless when the kiss ended and hugged her lover tightly.

She had drunk, but not that much to not notice over the Italian's shoulder, the usual Japanese man following them from a safe distance. When he saw her looking at him, he bent down to tie his shoelaces, hiding his face. She scrunched her eyebrows confused now, a little afraid even, but said nothing.

She let Lovino free and smiled at him. Circling her hand around his arm, she nudged him just enough to start walking again. After a few steps, she looked back. The Japanese man wasn't there anymore. She wondered where he could have gone.

She would have holded Lovino's hand, if suddenly, an unknown, tall, bulky figure with a big pocketknife hadn't appeared in front of them.

“You! Gimme your wallet! And don't try anything stupid to impress the bitch!” he threatened Lovino, while waving his weapon towards the two. “And you, bitch,” he told _____ now, “gimme your purse!”

_____ instinctively raised her hands in surrender and the Italian copied her, even though he could tell they were dealing with a mere, poor, petty thief. “Okay,” Lovino said, acting intimidated, “I'll give you my wallet. Calm down!”

“Quickly, you asshole!”

The Italian slowly started bringing his hand towards his inner pocket and, in a flash, kicked the blade out of the thief's hand. Lovino was punching his face before the other could even realize he wasn't holding the knife anymore.

The two men clashed ferociously and fell down on each other and the fist fight was hard and bloody. _____ screamed in fear and started looking around to find the fallen pocketknife to help.

Unfortunately, it was too dark for her to see it and also the fight seemed too balanced. Lovino was more skilled and had a swift, professional technique, but the other was way larger and more muscly. They were rolling around on the asphalt, battling for control and neither seemed to have an advantage.

After what seemed like aeons but was only a few minutes, the little Italian straddled the petty thief and hit him hard in the face with his elbow. The other was instantly unconscious.

Lovino stood up, panting, and wiped his clothes from the dust. “Thanks for the help!” he yelled, sarcastically.

“I'm sorry, Lovino!” _____ instantly apologized, running to him. “I was trying to help; I was looking for his knife! But, it's too dark and-”

“I wasn't talking about you, bella” he reassured her, among quick breaths. “Don't worry”

_____ furrowed her eyebrows and looked around. “But, to whom then?”

“To whoever man is around and-” Lovino cut himself off, when he too saw that the wider area was empty of people except for themselves and the lying thief. “Fuck! No-one is”

_____ just nodded in understanding.

“Let's go, bella. I don't know for how long I've knocked him out” Lovino said. “And I don't want anymore unpleasant surprises.”

_____ smiled, agreeing, and the two quickly headed back to the ship.

“Wow! You were like a pro back there!” _____ admired when they were on board and she was feeling safe again. “He was so much larger, yet you managed to impose yourself on him!” she said, eyes sparkling. “Your maneuvers were so quick! He didn't even have enough time to see the blows you were giving him!”

The Italian was all the while smirking cockily.

“Wow! How did you do that?” she finally asked.

“Eeehr...” Lovino flushed for a moment, “When I was little, I was an athlete of Greco-Roman wrestling...” he answered and added as an afterthought: “Yeah”

“You are full of surprises!” she praised again. “Unbelievable!” she said, shaking her head in admiration.

The Italian did an “it's nothing” gesture, but was unable to stop his proud smile.

But, after this whole incident, any romantic atmosphere was of course forgotten; _____ was still too shocked and Lovino was too physically tired.

So, the couple just said their “goodnights” and headed to their respective rooms.