The kiss on the beach replayed in her mind like a broken record, the feeling of his lips on hers as he kissed her, they haven't known each other for a long time, yet Max had fallen for her, and fallen hard for her, after the confession (Y/n) was well aware of his feelings, but did she feel the same? He was a nice guy, but what did she know about him? He owned a casino, he owned nice sports cars, he wasn't bothered by feminine products, he was always dressed in expensive suits, even when he wasn't at the casino.

"I'll have to ask him." (Y/n) mutters to herself as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, her hair dripping wet from the wash and her skin coated with water droplets, a towel was wrapped around her. "Shit." She sighs before leaving the bathroom and made her way to the bedroom, her lips in a pout as her brows knotted together, she had so many questions for him, yet, each time she sees him all those questions seem to disappear, was she in love with him? She couldn't say for sure, she had only known him for about a week. "Focus, (Y/n), Dammit." She drops the towel on the floor after drying herself and begins going through her clothes, Max would be there soon to pick her up and she wasn't nearly finished getting dressed.

Her palms felt sweaty as she got dressed, her heart pounded in her ears, something was telling her not to go to the meeting, to cancel it and say she fell sick, she licks her lips nervously as she reaches for her phone laying on the bed, only to freeze, her eyes widening as it dawns on her, they had yet to exchange numbers, she couldn't cancel the plans, she had to wait for him to arrive and go to the meeting with him.

(Y/n) stared out the window, keeping her eyes on the road in front of her apartment as she waited for a sports car to appear, each time she had seen him or met with him, he drove a different type of car and make, making her believe that he had a wide collection of sports cars sitting at his home, wherever his home was, her eyes move away from the road to look up at the sky, a few clouds floated overhead, the day appeared like it would be peaceful, a light breeze and some sunshine, the frightful feeling as if something was going to happen still hadn't eased up, she was becoming more nervous by the second, but she didn't want to cancel the plans, as much as she wanted to pretend to be sick when he arrived, she knew how terrible her acting skills were and she would be caught instantly.

Her eyes move away from the sky only to see Max standing on the sidewalk, staring up at her apartment, straight at her, a faint smile on his lips as he watched her, where had he come from? She softly smiles and waves at him before moving away from the window, she grabs her jacket and slips it on before picking up her wallet and pushing it into the pocket of her jacket, letting out one last sigh she picks up her apartment keys and opened her door and stepped outside, locking the door, not knowing that it would be the last time that she would be leaving the apartment.

"I'm still not used being driven around in sports cars." (Y/n) says as he opens the door for her, she steps out the car and gently smiles at him, Max closes the door and locks the car as he pushes the keys into his trousers pocket. "How many do you own? I'm just curious." Max couldn't help but chuckle at her question.

"Probably about 15," Max says as they approach the restaurant. "I can't say with certainty, because aside from the sports cars there are SUV's also." She looks up at him as they enter the restaurant, Max suddenly stops in his step as his hand comes to a halt on her lower back, his eyes scan the restaurant, sensing that something wasn't right, his hand moves from her lower back to her shoulders, he pulls her closer to him.

"Wh-" (Y/n) begins only for Max to cut her off.

"GET DOWN!" Max shouts while pulling (Y/n) down to the floor, men with ski masks enter the restaurant causing everyone in the restaurant to start screaming, (Y/n)'s eyes widen as she spots the weapons being pointed at people.

"Oh my go—" (Y/n) begins only to be cut off when they started firing the weapons, the loud bang caused her ears the ring, but the gunfire didn't stop, her eyes widen with fear as she realized that she should have listened to the voice telling her to stay home.

"Dammit," Max mutters before looking at (Y/n), he could see the fear in her eyes, her body trembled with fear as he held her against him. "Hey, hey, calm down, it's going to be okay."

"We're not going to be okay!" (Y/n) whisper shouts at him, tears streams down her cheeks, her lips quivered.

"Just stay low," Max instructs. "Fine, a place to hide, and stay low." He pushes his hand into his blazer and pulls out a handgun, (Y/n)'s eyes widen as she sees the weapon in his hand.

"Wh— why do you have a g—un?" (Y/n) stutters out, her eyes shifting between Max and the weapon in his hand.

"Just stay low and out of sight." Max orders as his demeanour completely shift, he wasn't the sweet man she had gotten to know over the past week, the man in front of her was someone else, his eyes burned with anger as he clutched the weapon in his hand, the girl he had fallen for was in the middle of gunfire and could get hurt, or worse, die, and he wasn't going to allow anyone to get away with that. "Gasly, Albon, Get fucking ready." (Y/n) tilts her head to the side, but before she question who he was talking to, a bullet flew past her.

"AH!" (Y/n) screams in horror.

"Go and hide, we'll talk later," Max says, (Y/n) could only nod her head in response, Max stood from the floor and aimed his weapon at one of the men before pulling the trigger, (Y/n) quickly crawls away from Max and moves behind the bar in the restaurant, she wraps her arms around her legs and pulls them into her chest, curling into a ball as the gunfire continued around her, she soon realizes that she's the only person behind the counter and starts breathing heavily, rocking back and forth with fear, her cheeks stained with tears, a bullet from an AK-47 pierces through the wood of the bar and brushes against her skin.

"AH!" (Y/n) screams as the bullet burned her skin as it flew past her.

"KVYAT'S COMING WITH THE CARS!" Someone shouts over the loud gunfire that still hadn't stopped.

"WE'RE FUCKING ENDING THIS!" Max shouts, the gunfire slowly became less and less until there was only one person groaning in pain. "Get him to his knees." (Y/n) slowly moves onto her knees and peers over the bar, she could see two men grab one man by his arms and force him to his knees, blood was coming from his mouth and nose. "Easy question, who sent you?" Max's tone sounded dangerously calm, but the way he glared at the man told (Y/n) that he was anything but calm, (Y/n) knew she shouldn't be watching, but she couldn't look away, she wanted to know what was going on. "I asked." Max rough presses the gun against the man's temple. "Who sent you?" (Y/n)'s eyes move to the two men holding the man on his knees and instantly recognized them, she had seen them before and not just once or twice, but several times.

"I'm no fucking snitch!" The man on his knees weakly says.

"Will your silence be worth it?" Max asks. "Whoever you're protecting, know this, I will find them." The man spits his blood onto Max's shoes.

"AH!" The man shouts in pain when Gasly and Albon roughly pulled his arms back and out of sockets.

"I'll figure out who sent you, but as for now..." Max says as he placed his gun back into the holster hidden behind his blazer. "You should be worried about yourself." Max grabbed the man's jaw, digging his nails into the skin. "You interrupted my date with my girl, you could have hurt her, killed her even." Fear washes over the man in front of Max. "If you were hoping for a quick painless death, I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you." Max releases the man's jaw and looks up at Gasly and Albon. "Take him back to the mansion and lock him up." Gasly and Albon pull the man to his feet and drag him out the restaurant.

"NO, WAIT, PLEASE DON'T!" The man screams, knowing that no man that had been captured by Max had ever left the mansion alive, his pleas were ignored as he was dragged away.

"Make sure the bastard suffers." Max orders. "I'll be home shortly." Max begins looking around the restaurant and saw (Y/n) peering over the bar with wide eyes at him. "(Y/n), love." His voice suddenly soft, the anger suddenly gone, and the man she had gotten to know over the past few days was back in front of her, he noted the fear in her eyes and knew it was because of him. "You don't have to be afraid of me." His eyes soft as he stares at her. "I think we need to have a serious talk about what I do for a living."

"What the hell is going on, Max?" (Y/n) asks, her voice barely audible, but he had heard her.

"Allow me to explain myself," Max says as he takes a step towards the bar, (Y/n) jumps to her feet while grabbing a vodka bottle, she smashes it against the counter and points the sharp edge at Max, causing him to stop in his step.

"No, no, you stay right there." (Y/n) says hoping that she sounded threatening enough, but form Max's view, she looked like a deer caught in headlights, he could almost laugh if he wasn't aware of the seriousness of the situation.

"Put down the bottle," Max says. "Please put it down."

"No." (Y/n) whisper, her hands were shaking as she kept the bottle pointed at him, Max pushes his hands into his trousers pockets

"If I wanted to hurt you, I would have hurt you already." Max states. "We both know that a bottle isn't going to stop me, I'm asking nicely, put it down."

"I want an explanation!" (Y/n) says loudly. "What the hell is going on?!" Max lets out a sigh before pulling his hands out from his pockets, he picks up one of the chairs that had been pushed over during the gunfight.

"Would you like to take a seat?" Max asks as he placed the chair upright, (Y/n)'s wide eyes stares at him, not wanting to move from her spot. "All right, have it your way, I'll make it short and simple." He takes in a deep breath, his eyes scanning her body, noting how much she was shaking, how heavy her berthing was. "I'm the leader of the Mafia." He could see shock flash through her eyes, she was not expecting that.

"The Ma—mafia?" (Y/n) stutters, Max nods his head. "The fucking Mafia?!"

"Yes, the Mafia, you might have heard about me, or about my work," Max says and takes a step towards her once he saw her aim falter, but she quickly lifted the bottle.

"Max Castle isn't your real name, is it?" (Y/n) asks.

"No, It's actually Max Verstappen," Max says, she could feel the air leaving her lungs as her skin became cold with fear, the infamous Max Verstappen, Mafia leader, known for his fearlessness and his ruthlessness.

"Fuck, fuck, I should've realized." (Y/n) begins. "You were too fucking perfect, this was all too perfect!" (Y/n)'s focus moving away from Max as she stares at the ground. "How could I have been so blind? I mean, the leader of the Mafia, of ALL things!" Her eyes catch him moving closer to her. "STOP!"

"(Y/n), love..." Max says as he now stood behind the bar, only a few feet away from her. "I'm not a bad person." She wanted to believe him, he had no idea how badly she wanted to believe him, but the amount of dead people lying around them told another story.

"Don't come any close." (Y/n) says. "I've heard the stories about you, you're ruthless and cold-hearted, I can understand why the world is s terrified of you."

"Have I ever given you a reason to be scared of me?" Max asks, his eyes meeting hers.

"LOOK AROUND YOU!" (Y/n) shouts, not taking her eyes off him.

"This shouldn't count," Max says. "I would never harm you." She rapidly blinks as her mind couldn't decide what she should do, she lets out a shaky breath.

"I should be frightened... I should be running from you right now." (Y/n) states.

"Then why haven't you run yet?" Max asks.

"You have a gun." (Y/n) points out. "I would be dead before I could even reach the door."

"I would never aim it at you," Max says. "I would let you go, and I think you know that, which brings us back to the question." He licks his lips as he stares at her. "Why haven't you run yet?" She licks her lips and glanced at the exit.

"I'm... I don't—" (Y/n) cuts herself off when she saw movement at the door, she looks towards it and saw someone entering.

"Boss," Kvyatt says, with (Y/n) distracted Max took advantage of the opportunity and took hold of her wrist.

"Wh— NO!" (Y/n) screams as Max takes the broken bottle from her grasp. "LET ME GO!" He tosses the bottle aside, smashing it into smaller pieces, he wraps his arms around her, holding her arms against her body so she wouldn't grab another bottle, she struggled in his grip, trying to get out. "LET ME GO!"

"Everything all right, Mr Verstappen?" Kvyat asks as he looks between (Y/n) and Max.

"Yes, Everything is all right, Kvyat," Max says, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he spoke. "We will be home soon, you may go." Kvyat nods his head and steps out of the restaurant. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." He could feel her body shaking with fear, she lets out a sob as she stopped struggling in his grasp. "I would never hurt you." He whispers. "I'm not going to lie, all the things that you have heard about me are true, but I would never even think about hurting you." She felt tired, she had no energy left to fight.

"Please let me go." (Y/n) whispers.

"I don't want you to be scared of me, (Y/n)," Max says. "If you could please come to my home with me, I'll explain everything, tell you everything you want to know, and if you still want to leave, I won't stand in your way."

No, no, no... no, but what if he lets me go? What if I say yes and he doesn't let me go... fuck, fuck, I have no choice do I? (Y/n) thought to herself, she had no other choice but to agree.

"Okay..." (Y/n) whispers. "I'll go with you."