How far could I go with you? (Mafia! Frank x reader)

Rule Breakers

'(Y/n)! Get in here!' All the girls looked at me with fright as my father called me into his office. I cautiously stepped closer and closer, afraid of what he was going to say. To my surprise, when I entered the room my dad was looking normal. Though the fat from his arm and torso were causing him to practically leak out of his chair, that was normal. To anyone else he would've looked frightening but to me, he was calm.
'Yes father?'
'That man at the bar, what did he want?' My dad asked gently, trying not to alarm me.
'He said he just wanted to talk. I told him I wasn't allowed to and then-'
'I'm hoping that number you gave him was the company's and not your own.' He firmly spoke. I could almost smell the selfish concern in his tone.
'Yes, father.'

I went home that night feeling terrified. The ride in my dads limo was especially uncomfortable because he kept drunkenly talking about how my mother fucked before she died. But I was back in my bedroom and laying on the large kingsized bed my dad bought me. I began to think about the man I had met, his beautiful, tattooed fingers tapping on the wood of the bar I occupied. Who was he?
Buzz.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, alerting me suddenly. I yanked my phone out and quickly answered, not even checking to see who called.
'Hello?'
'Hello there miss. Are you free tomorrow?' I immediately recognised the voice.
'No...I work all day every day.' I replied.
'That's a shame. What if I popped around again?' He asked. I could hear a faint tapping, presumably the Franks index finger against a table.
'I'm not sure. I might get scolded. As much as I would love to see you I can't. I'm prisoner here.'
'Then sneak out.'
'Why are you so eager to see me?'
'Maybe it's because I'm a bloodthirsty hit man with a bounty on your boss.' Frank chucked darkly. I couldn't help but snicker before responding.
'Very funny. I don't suppose you know a way to get me out of here, do you Frankie?' I wanted to see how far I could go with the mysterious man who had taken interest in me. I was flattered by it. I had never truly liked someone before and no one had truly liked me.
'I could come get you?'
'My dad keeps guards around every inch of this house. You couldn't get within fifty meters of my home without someone knowing.'
'I bet I could. How about this, if I manage to come get you, you have to kiss me before the night ends. If I don't, you get to stay cooped up in your over-guarded house. Deal?'
'Deal.'

I had dressed myself in a white tank top that flowed loosely at the bottom with tight leather leggings and black boots that made me look more edgy than I really was. I slipped on my favourite black Aviator glasses and applied some red lipstick before suddenly hearing something tap against my window. I turned around and opened it, seeing Frank look up at me.
'Bonjour belle!' ("Belle" being the French word for beautiful) He shouted up at me. I started at him, wide eyed on how he managed to get past all the guards my father had patrolling the area. 'Jump down!' I was only on the second floor of the house, so the drop wasn't very far however I didn't want to take that chance.
'I'd rather not brake my legs!'
'Trust me, belle, I'll catch you.' He spoke normally, but just loud enough for me to hear.
"Fuck it"
I swung my legs over my window cill and looked down at Frank who was confidently waiting. I took a deep breath, and pushed myself out the window. I instinctively shut my eyes, awaiting pain but instead feeling nothing but two arms. One across my back, the other under my legs.
'You're safe, I promise mon bel ange.' Franks French sent a shiver down my spine as he planted me on my feet. He looked me up and down, taking in my outfit. 'Votre apparence est aussi belle que votre voix. Do you know what that means, belle?'
'No, I don't.' I admitted, feeling like an idiot.
'It means, "your appearance is as beautiful as your voice".'
'My voice?'
'Yes,' he took my hand and began leading me away from my house 'the voice is the key of humanity. Without it, we would all be so dull and emotionless. Words are powerful, no?' He asked as we approached a car that was parked behind a large tree outside the house.
'I never thought of that. I guess they are.'
Frank opened the passenger side door for me before speaking. 'Before you come in, are you sure you want to come with me? Your life will never be the same.'
At that point in my life, I wanted to be anywhere that wasn't where I already was. I didn't want to be owned my my father/boss. I didn't want to work at a casino filled with old horny men. I didn't want to be captive in my own home. I wanted freedom. Without hesitation, I looked at Frank and spoke confidently.
'Yes.'