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Mafia!RomanoxAssasin!Reader-Deception pt.1

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A crowd gathers in the town square. Not many, but big enough to cause commotion. A black limo pulls up and a man with curly brown hair and matching eyes steps out.

He smiles and wakes to the crowd with one hand while the other rubbed the short stubbles on his chin.  Around him are men in black suits with matching shade glasses. They're scanning the area left and right with their guns on their hips.

The smiling man is unaware of the danger he's in.

He's unaware that about fifty feet away, his head is aligned in the crosshairs of a rifle scope. A (e/c) eye peers through that scope with one finger on the the trigger and the other hand holding the gin steady.

The wooden steel rifle is propped up slightly upon the ledge of a rooftop. It's hidden yet in plain sight. The one holding the gun is crouched downward so she isn't visible.

She's wearing all black and her hands are covered with dark leather gloves to conceal her fingerprints in case she needs to abandon her weapon at any moment's notice.

She holds her breath and squeezes one eye shut. Her lips purse together tightly as she concentrates. She knew her life would never be the same after this moment.

A drip of sweat runs down the side of her (s/c) face. Slightly, her lips part and she whispers:

"Forgive me.."

Making up her mind, she takes a deep breath and shifts her finger. The trigger is pulled and the gunshot rings through the air, startling all who hear it. The men with the shades are all on high alert and frantic as they watch the brunette man go down before them. People are screaming and calling for an ambulance while some man tend the  bleeding man on the ground.

Others are pulling out their guns and running towards the place in which the bullet came from. They find the building and climb up to the roof but when they get there, they find nothing. Nothing but a picture of the man who had been shot's face with a red x marked on it.

~~~

Lovino sat at the side of his grandfather's hospital bed. All was quiet in the room except for the constant beeping of the heart monitor and the muffled sobs of his brother, Feleciano, who sat beside him.

Their grandfather was lying still in the bed. A breathing tube was taped to his mouth and many wires were hooked to his body just to keep him alive.

Lovino eyed the heart monitor. His light brown eyes that matched his own hair color, followed the red line on the black screen. Up, down, up down, then slower, then a flatline.

At that moment the monitor made a low hum noise and Lovino knew his grandfather was gone. His brother began to cry harder and the doctors rushed in.

Lovino watched with a cold stare as they failed at defibrillating him. He stood there, one hand on his brother's shoulder, and the other in his pants pocket as he watched the doctors shake their heads, call his death, and gently lay the white blanket over his head.

They then turned to Lovino and Feleciano with sympathetic looks.

"We're sorry boys. But..there was nothing we could do. The wound was bad enough and nobody usually survives a head wound like that. He was lucky he had made it 24 hours. We're sorry for your losses."A nurse said.

"Grazie.."Was all Lovino could say. Feleciano was crying to hard to even think of words to say. The doctors left the two boys alone in the room to express their grief though Lovino had none.

Only anger was filled within him.

~~~

Lovino and Feleciano watched the mahogany wooden casket which contained their grandfather's body, be lowered into the ground. The two dropped two flowers into he grave and watched as they fell atop of the casket along with all the others.

Lovino patted his brother's shoulder as the two watched along with many other people, as the casket was lowered into the depths of the Earth.

At that moment Lovino vowed to find his grandfather's killer. Such a good man shouldn't have died the way he did.

"F-Fratello?"Felenciano voiced in his Italian native language. Lovino looked over at his brother to sign that he was listening.

"Hmm?"

"Without Grandpa..who's going to run the mafia?"he asks. Lovino stared in silence at his brother. There was tension in the air as he felt all eyes on him. Yes, all eyes of the members who were in this Italian mafia.

Lovino then looked downward at the ground. His fists clasped together tightly.

"I will run the mafia from now on."He says.

"But Fratello, thats a big responsibility!"Feleciano cried.

"I know that! But who else can do it? You? No! I will take on this responsibility and I'm going to avenge our grandfather!"Lovino shouted at his brother.

Feleciano flinched a bit at his tone but looked away and hung his head low.

"Alright..if you can..then I think you should.."he mumbles.

"Good, now lets go."Lovino turns sharply and begins to walk away from the gravesite. Feleciano followed quickly along with the mafia behind him.

Lovino glared coldly at the path before him. He knew from this point on that being the leader in the mafia would change his life. People were going to die and he would be the one to give the orders to kill.  Could he handle that? He didn't have a choice now. There was no backing down.

He was determined to find the killer of his grandfather and didn't care how much blood would stain his hands once he sought out for it. There was no going back now.

~~

You watched the Vargas Mafia pass through the cemetery from a distance. You clasped the flowers in your hands firmly and watched them pass by. You felt guilt pit your stomach at the sight of all their cold and grieving faces.

Though as you watched them from where you stood, you saw the male leading them turn his head and match eyes with you.

It felt like eternity as your eyes locked on one another's before he turned away. You looked away as well and began to walk towards the newly plotted grave of the man in which you killed.

You fell to your knees at the site and cried into your black glove palms.

"I'm sorry...so sorry..Please forgive me. It wasn't personal.."you cried softly. The wind blew softly against your face, like a gentle hand was wiping away your tears. Sniffling, you stood up and began to walk away form the grave site yet when you turned around, you came face to face with the male you had locked eyes with earlier.

He was standing a few feet away from you, staring at you coldly with his hands in his pockets. As the two of you stared at one another, you began to feel uneasy so you clutched your small handbag to your chest, where you kept your spare handgun. Did he know?

He began to walk over to you and your breath hitched when he drew near though instead of stopping in front of you, he stopped beside you and stared down at his grandfather's grave.

"You know him?"he asks you in a cold italian accented tone. What should you have said? You didn't know for you couldn't hear yourself think over the sound of your heartbeat. So you shook your head.

"Not well but a little.."you tell him. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, catching him doing the same. The two of you sized each other up, neither all that impressed with what they saw.

The male then pulled out a brown Oscuro wrapped cigar and place it in his mouth. He then pulled out a lighter and lit it. You watched him closely.

"Did you know him?"you ask. He nodded.

"Yeah he was my grandfather.."he tells you. You frowned and stared at your shoes.

"I'm sorry for you loss.."you say.

"Thanks."You turned around to face the grave so that you were shoulder to shoulder with the man. You watched as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket and offered them to you though you politely refused.

The two of you were then silent for a while and you were beginning to feel uneasy. The man then turned to you quickly and held out his hand.

"I'm Lovino Vargas, by the way."he says. You stare at him, then his hand and take it firmly.

"________."you tell him. He nodded.

"________, I'll remember that."he says. Somehow that sentence made your stomach sink. Here you were, shaking hands with the grandson of the man you murdered.

You got nerve! Showing up like you did and doing this, just who do you think you are? Guilt was shrouding you like a cloak and you quickly released his hand.

"I-I have to get going now. Bye."Without another word, you turned and rushed out of the cemetery and into the black car that awaited you outside.

"What took you so long?"the driver asked in a husky growl.

"Sorry..I was distracted."you say. The man scoffed then snickered.

"Well..he called.." You locked eyes with the driver in the rearview mirror. Your eyes narrowed coldly like a murder's eyes.

"What did he say?"you ask. The man snickered again and tossed the cigarette he had been puffing out the window as he began to pull out away from the gravesite.

"He said, good job. You're getting the hang of this quickly."he smirks. You rolled your eyes and looked out the window.

"You know why I'm doing this. It's just for them. I would have never killed such a good man if I wasn't in this situation." you growl.

"Oh yes, but unfortunately you are in this situation and unless you want to make the guy mad, you should just keep your mouth shut and keep killing. Because now, you are an official assassin of the Braginski Clan."
Holy SHiz in the bishwiz! Inspiration has struck and it struck hard!!XD


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