Y/n slowly got off and slid to the floor as quietly as possible to pop a floorboard near her bed.

Pulling out a pistol that Matt had put there for her ages ago, she cocked it immediately.

Y/n walked to the side of her closed bedroom door, holding the gun near her head and the direction of the barrel facing the ceiling.

The female patiently waited for someone to open her bedroom door.

She heard a creak again, her heart pounded as it was major deja vu. It reminded her of when Kenny Rendall had broken into her apartment but this time there was no Matt or Mello to save her.

Her blood boiled at the sudden thought of the intruder being William.

The bedroom door opened slowly and a figure stepped in, walking past her completely.

Then when the figure walked in completely, Y/n was quick to pressing the barrel to the back to the intruder's head.

The person stopped immediately and raised their hands to show they were not armed in response.

It was too dark to see anything but a silhouette so Y/n flipped the light switch that wasn't too far out of her reach.

That didn't help really as the person had a black hooded sweatshirt on with the hood up along with a pair of jeans.

"Turn around slowly. Any movement I don't like, I'll put a bullet in your head." Y/n seeth. She certainly wasn't in the mood to deal with this, she was tired and grieving. Anyone would be a fool to fuck with her in a timing as such.

The figure started to turn around slowly with their head tilted down. The gun now pointed at the person's forehead.

Cautiously, Y/n neared closer and pulled their hood back; immediately averting back to her previous position.

When her eyes landed on the face, the girl's eyes widened.

"No fucking way." she muttered as the hand holding the gun slightly started to shake, "You're dreaming Y/n. You're dreaming." She muttered once more.

"You're not dreaming, sweetheart."

There he was. Mail fucking Jeevas right in front of her.

"Wake up, Y/n. Please." Y/n muttered again, dropping the gun and holding her head. Matt frowned at her fragile state, "Wake the fuck up!" she yelled at herself as she began crying again.

Matt neared closer when Y/n stepped back.

"Count your fingers Y/n." Matt instructed calmly in a soothing tone of voice, "In dreams you have extra fingers, right? So come on, count with me."

Matt held up one finger but Y/n wasn't all that paying attention as she cried more, terrified out of her mind.

He spoke again, "Come on, sweetheart. I need you to count with me, okay? " He held up his slender pointer finger once more, prompting her to count.

"O-one." Y/n said softly followed by a sniffle as Matt raised another, his middle finger, "Two." His ring finger was raised next, "Th-three."

"You're going great, Y/n." Matt assured as he continued whilst Y/n counted straight to 10, "See? You're not dreaming, sweetheart."

Y/n shook her head in confusion as she looked at the brunet, "I went to your funeral, Matt."

The male neared closer slowly, smiling softly at the fact she didn't flinch nor did she back away, "Did you see a body?"

Y/n eyes wavered as she averted her eyes to the wall behind him and delved into thought, "If you're here then..." she trailed off as she remembered officer Wilford telling her that William went missing around the time Matt and Mello's 'bodies' were found. Y/n gasped and covered her mouth swiftly, "I went to William's fucking funeral?!"

"Yes you did. And in Mello's position was Jack Russell." Matt explained, Y/n held her head again and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Let me explain, Y/n." Matt said joining her on the bed, "I need you to look at me, sweetheart. Please."

As requested, Y/n's teary eyes looked to him in which Matt wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumb delicately.

"When William took me, he tortured me for days. He shocked me with electricity, whipped me, submerged me in water past my limit and a bunch of other shit. I heard him saying something about an important meeting so he left me with about three people. Mello had arrange that fake meeting so when he came for me, he didn't have to deal with much people."

Matt saw that Y/n was reaching for his hand but she was hesitant to do so as if she wasn't questioning if it was a good idea. The brunet took her hands in his and kissed the back of it before he continued,

"Mello did save me but we wanted revenge so waited until William got back and..." Matt trailed off, averting his eyes in fear of what the girl in front of him would think.

Y/n slipped one of her hands out of his grip and held the side of his face, guiding it back to her direction, "An officer told me that the bodies they found were barely recognisable, is that what you're hesitant to tell me? That you and Mello and did that?"

Matt nodded slightly and surprisingly to him, she hugged him lovingly and tightly. Without hesitation, Matt returned the gesture, "As bad as this may sound." Y/n said as she pulled back, "I don't care. I'm just so happy you're alive." She breathlessly laughed.

The brunet immediately landed his lips on hers, he slightly groaned as he missed the gesture. Y/n kissed back, placing a hand on the side of his face before pulling back.

"Is Mello okay too?" She asked, slightly out of breath.

With a loving smile, he nodded in assurance, "He is. He's at Parker's doing the same thing I am."

"Listen, Y/n." Matt started, "Mello and I had hours to talk and we both agreed on one thing."

Y/n tilted her head in confusion, anxious as to where he was going with this.

"Both you and Parker are important to us. You are my priority Y/n and with that, we both decided to leave the mafia."

Y/n eyes widen slightly at the words that left his mouth, "B-but the mafia is impo-"

"No, Y/n." Matt interrupted, "You are more important. I'm not having you in danger for this shit anymore, it isn't worth it."

Matt pulled off his hooded sweatshirt, revealing his signature striped back and red shirt which she slightly smiled at. However, in the process of taking it off, his shirt rode up as well; allowing her to see the bruises on the area of his stomach that was exposed which wasn't much

She slightly reached for his shirt and lifted it up but Matt stopped her before she could go any farther.

"You're not gonna like what you see." The brunet frowned.

"That's impossible. I loved your bullet scars, didn't I?" Y/n reassured which seemed to do the trick because his hand hesitantly let go of hers, giving access to pull the shirt up more.

When she lifted up, she audibly gasp at the sight of multiple whip marks on his body.

By the size and colour of the scar she knew that the whip slashes he had were deep and bad. She frowned at the thought of the man before her being in so much pain

She ran her fingers over them slowly and smiled, "Chicks dig scars, ya know?"

This made the male chuckle, making him feel infinitely less self conscious about them.

"Should I get more then?" He teased, wiggling his brows.

"No, stupid." She shoved him slightly, which made him laugh once more at her reaction.

"For cases like this where Mello and I had to fake our deaths, we had some teeth pulled so our 'bodies' could be identified. The most painful shit I had to endure." Matt slightly winced at the thought.

"Weren't you tortured?" Y/n asked.

"Being tortured comes a close second." He grinned stupidly, the goofy smile Y/n missed so much. A smile she thought she would never see again.

"I hate you for putting me through that." Y/n mumbled as she looked at her lap. Matt shifted and embraced her from the side where she can rest on his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n." The brunet kissed the top of her head as his ran the length of her arm smoothly, "I'm here now. I'm here, baby"

Y/n wrapped her arms around him in response, relishing the familiar embrace she longed for in so long. The girl closed her eyes and hummed in satisfaction.

Then her eyes snapped open and pulled away from Matt which earned a confused look on the brunet's part.

"You're telling me I kissed William and Russells' coffins?!"