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imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend · 2 years ago

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I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 27: Home

Hello. This is the end. It’s very bittersweet for me, but it’s time. Thank you for coming with me on this journey, if you’ve been here from the start, and thank you to anyone who joined along the way! REAL BIG THANK YOU to those who have interacted with this fic, that’s what really means the most. I’ve been working on this fic for over a year, which is insane. I’m so proud of it, and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Just a quick explanation, I don’t know much about the place I had Billy and Reader end up. I did minimal googling. The key is wanted them to be in that country, across the ocean lmao. There’s no deeper meaning or personal connection to it. I just thought it was neat :)

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: Do Billy and the Reader get their happy ever after?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of past criminal activity and murder, presence of a gun, Billy is a little mean.

Words: 2.7k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 26

Two months after the flight out of the country and away from everything you knew and were comfortable and happy with, you and Billy had settled into your new life.

Billy had taken you to one of Spain’s islands, called Mallorca. There in a village called Deià (pronounced, Dey-a), you and Billy had taken up residence in a villa all to yourselves. His men were staying in a house not too far from your villa, and took shifts being on patrol outside the house and on your property. The village was only accessible by foot, or helicopter, because it was in the center of the Serra de Tramuntana Mountain Range, so it was safe in that aspect alone. It was beautiful, with honey-coloured buildings and stone paths and roads, and an incredible coastal view.

Billy was still in control of Anvil, discreetly and through offshore channels. He had left someone he trusted in charge, but Billy was still truly the CEO. He was certain that he had managed to cut all ties with his former crime partner, Rawlins. It had taken some time, but Billy believed you were both safe.

Billy had been tense in the early days, considering he had just fled his country for past criminal activities and an unwilling-to-let-go crime partner, but he had seemed to be at peace now. He knew Rawlins had moved on as well, because DHS had decided to put out a warrant for his arrest. You asked Billy if there was a warrant out for himself, and he said no. You wondered if your bestie had anything to do with that.

Billy brought you all the news, because he said that it wouldn’t be a good idea to be looking up anything from your past. You were tempted to, and knew Billy had secure channels but decided it was best to listen to him. You had been quite scared at first, having left everything behind but Billy, but you knew he would keep you safe. He had flown you across the ocean after all, after taking a bullet protecting you.

Once Billy was sure you were both secure, he said he wanted you to get a job to keep yourself busy and share your talent in your new home. You had taken a job at the little medical clinic. It wasn’t extremely busy; there was only one doctor, and you’d only been there for about a week, but you knew you were going to like working in your field of passion no matter what the job entailed. You were glad you had remained pretty fluent in Spanish, even though your patients could tell you were American. They didn’t seem to mind, though. They were welcoming and happy to have you.

Weekends were lazy days, spent relaxing in the hot tub or pool, on the couch watching Netflix, or between the sheets of your bed. Sure, you missed your family and your bestie, but Billy assured you that they were safe. He said you couldn’t contact them, which you obviously understood. It didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to know you couldn’t talk to them.

You asked Billy about what DHS, other authorities or anyone else had thought about your sudden disappearance, and he said that he had fudged some papers to make it look like you got a job at a private clinic in Los Angeles. It was a big, populated city, and he told you that it would all look legit if anyone went searching about. You accepted that, and didn’t ask him what the authorities would think about him. You figured it would be better if you didn’t know.

Here in Deià, you were living under fake names. Billy had decided to give you the same last name. When he told you, it had taken you by surprise. Married to Billy? It made you warm and tingly inside, set butterflies fluttering in your stomach and chest, even if it wasn’t real and was only on a fudged document. If you thought about it, you and Billy were practically married anyway. Fully committed, totally in love, and happy. You hoped for a real proposal someday, and a ceremony. You’d always wanted a wedding and a white dress and a cake. You were sure you’d get it eventually, especially if you asked. Billy had more than proven he would do anything for you, and you loved him so much.

Despite the horrible things that Billy had done, you had decided to move past it. Maybe you were foolish for forgiving him; he had kidnapped your friend, held you in his penthouse against your will, and flat-out murdered his mother in front of you. But you were scared of what your life would have been without him. When he had been shot and almost died in Curtis’s apartment, you were a wreck. No matter what Billy had done, he loved you and wanted you safe. And you loved him. More than you had ever loved anyone else. Your connection with Billy was the strongest you had ever felt for a person, and he had told you the same. No matter what happened, you were happy that he was going to be with you for the rest of your lives.

***

Today was a nice day. The sun was out but getting ready to set, and you were quite enjoying your walk back from a day at the clinic.

You were close to home, maybe only a kilometre left of your walk, when a dog bounded onto the path a couple yards away from you. He stopped when he saw you, tilted his head, and then sat down. He was a mixed breed of some sort, with one ear a little floppier than the other. He was the colour of sand and had short hair. He was medium in size, like a golden retriever. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and it looked like he was smiling. He was adorable.

You approached him cautiously, but he seemed pretty docile. “Hey, little guy.” You said calmly.

He stopped panting, tilted his head, then let his tongue hang out again. You leaned forward and let him sniff the back of your hand. He did slowly, then gave your hand a lick. His tail was wagging, and when you straightened up, he darted between your legs and then circled you a few times. You laughed.

“Aren’t you the sweetest!”

He nosed your hands to pet him and you obliged. He had no collar and looked a little dirty and skinny, probably a stray. You then noticed he had a wound on his front leg. “Oh no!” You knelt down and tried to inspect it. It didn’t look too bad, but you wanted to clean it and wrap it so that it wouldn’t become infected.

“Will you be a good boy and follow me to the house so I can fix you up?”

He tilted his head again and sat down. You started walking and looked back at the dog when you were a few yards away from him. You beckoned him with a jerk of your head, “C’mon, boy!”

He followed you promptly. This guy probably hadn’t always been a stray. Someone must have abandoned him. That broke your heart.

He followed you easily all the way home. The guard on patrol gave you an odd look when you walked up the driveway with a dog trailing after you, but you ignored him. You entered the passcode into the keypad by the front door and after it opened the dog went into the house right away. You smiled. Definitely not a stray.

“Billy?” You called out. You didn’t bother with your aliases at home.

There was no reply.

“Billy? Are you home?” He wasn’t out often, but he wasn’t a homebody. He liked getting out.

The dog was sniffing around and ended up hopping on one of the couches.

“Uh-uh. You get off of there. We gotta go clean you up.” The dog gave you what were purposefully known as puppy-dog eyes and rested his chin on his front paws. “Don’t you look at me like that. You need a bath and some wound care, mister.” The dog whined and licked at his wound. “Yeah, we’re gonna make that all better.”

You found some peanut butter to coax the dog, whom you now started calling “Boy”, into the bathroom. The shower head was on a hose so you could use it to wash Boy. He was a little grumbly, but didn’t put up too much of a fuss as you bathed him.

You were now just wrapping up his leg, having cleaned his wound and applied some antibiotic ointment.

Boy gave the bandage a sniff when you were done, but didn’t fuss with it.

“Good boy!” You said, and he licked your face. You laughed and pulled your face away. “Let’s get you something to eat.”

You put a bowl of water down for him in the kitchen, which he drank from until it was almost done. You looked in the fridge and took out a small cut of meat. You put it on the floor on a plate. Boy sniffed that too, and eagerly ate it. He sniffed around for more, but you just scratched his ears.

The front door opened, and Boy barked a few times.

“Hey, hey! Shh! No barking.” You said. He listened, but gave a little grumble before he sat down beside you.

Billy appeared a second later, and he was holding a gun. He sighed when he saw you unharmed but aimed the gun at the dog. “What the fuck is that?” He yelled.

“Billy, calm down! It’s just a dog!” You put your hand out. Why did he have his gun out?

He still had the weapon pointed at Boy. “Where did it come from?”

“I found him on my walk home. Will you relax?”

Billy kept staring at the dog.

“Christ, Billy, will you put the gun away? He’s a sweetheart. I gave him a bath and bandaged his hurt leg.”

Billy lowered the gun, but he remained tense. “Y/N, seriously. Where did it come from?”

Your brow furrowed. “I don’t know! I was walking home from the clinic and he came out of the bush and onto the path.”

“A dog just came to you by itself? Was there anyone around?” He tucked the gun in the back of his pants.

“No. Why are you being so weird?”

“An injured dog just happens to come across little nurse Y/N? That didn’t seem odd to you? And it understands English?”

“Well, I guess that’s kind of weird.” You reasoned. You were in Spain, after all. It should be responsive to Spanish, not English. But did he really understand you anyway? “What does it matter?”

“You really don’t think anything of this? Are you that naïve?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest defensively. “Why are you saying that to me?”

Billy ignored that. “We need to check if that thing has a tracker or something. It could be from Rawlins or someone who works for him. It could even be fucking Interpol working with DHS or some shit.” He snapped.

Your heart dropped. Shit. “Oh, my god, Billy. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think-”

“You didn’t, did you?” He said harshly. His tone took you aback. He moved forward and grabbed the dog by the scruff, who yelped.

“Billy, what are you doing?” You cried as he lifted Boy into his arms. “Don’t hurt him!”

“I’m going to see if you just fucked us. Stay inside.”

And with that, he turned around with the dog whimpering in his arms and left.

You couldn’t help but let a few tears fall after that exchange. Billy’s behaviour had scared you, just like the night he came to your apartment with a knife wound and a bag of guns, knives, and money. And you felt stupid; you could have potentially ruined everything if there was a tracking device that gave away your location. There wasn’t anything on Boy when you’d bathed him. But it could have been implanted.

Could someone really have used that poor dog to try to locate you and Billy? Did they neglect it and hurt it so it would look like a stray that you would take in? You curled up on the couch and waited anxiously for Billy to come back.

He was gone for a lot longer than you thought. It was dark and you were hungry by the time he came back. When the door opened, you stood up and were caught by surprise when Dog bounded into the room and leapt up on the couch.

“Oh my gosh!” You sat down with him and looked him over. “You’re okay!” you scratched behind both his ears with your hands and laughed at his happy face.

Billy had trailed in after him, and leaned against the door frame. “You really think I’d hurt a dog?” He asked sullenly.

Your smile faded and you looked over at him. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets. You searched his eyes. “I don’t know. You scared me.” You said in a resigned tone.

Billy sighed. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”

You looked away and stroked Boy’s floppy ear.

“I am.” He said adamantly. He came over to you and kneeled on the floor in front of you. “I was just scared that he was chipped and they were gonna find us and take me away from you or hurt you. That’s my nightmare, Y/N. I’m sorry for the things I said and for scaring you.”

Your shoulders dropped and you stopped petting the dog so you could cup Billy’s cheek. “It’s okay, Billy. I didn’t realize I was putting us at risk. That’s my bad. I’m sorry, too.”

He turned his face so he could kiss the palm of your hand. “You have nothing to be sorry for. He wasn’t chipped, there’s no tracker. He’s a stray. You are kind and have a good heart, so I’m not surprised you took him in. I’m surprised you haven’t taken in any strays before.” Billy gave you a little smile.

You smiled back. “Well, I wasn’t allowed pets in my apartment, and 12-hour shifts aren’t good for dogs.”

Billy grinned wider and scratched Boy’s ear. Boy didn’t seem afraid of him, and that warmed your heart.

“So, does this mean we’re keeping him?” You asked. You ran your hand through Billy’s hair. He was letting the sides grow out and had cut the top shorter to match the length of the sides. It was different, less modern and more classic, in your opinion. You liked it.

“Yes, we can keep the dog.” He said, feigning defeat despite the sparkle in his eye. He got up and sat on the other side of Boy on the couch.

“Good, because I already named him.”

“Oh, did you?” Billy raised an eyebrow. “Let’s hear it.”

“Boy.”

Billy looked at you in disbelief. “Boy?”

“Yes.” You said proudly.

“What, are you five?” He teased.

“Shut up! It suits him. Doesn’t it, Boy?” You cooed at the dog, who was wagging his tail.

Billy shook his head with a chuckle and patted Boy’s back. “Fine. Welcome to our family, Boy.”

Family. The word caught you off-guard for some reason. You looked at Billy with wide eyes.

“What?” he asked when he saw your face.

You shook your head. “Nothing. I just have never heard you call us that.”

“What?”

“Family.”

Billy shrugged. “Well, that’s what you are. You’re my family, Y/N.”

For some reason, that admission made tears well up in your eyes. You got off the couch only to clamber into Billy’s lap and wrap your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. His arms encircled your waist just as tight.

“You’re mine, Billy. You’re my home, no matter where we are.” You sniffled. “I love you so much.”

Billy rubbed a hand over your back. “I love you, too. So much.”

Boy whined and pawed at your thigh. You laughed and pulled away from Billy to look at him. You scratched his head. “Welcome home, Boy.”

THE END

Author’s Note: I’m so thankful for the friends that this fic has allowed me to make. It’s incredible what putting yourself out there can do!

ps: if you reeeeeally really want it, I might post a bonus smut scene. But that’s gonna be up to y’all (and your interaction with this chapter)

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