Mafioso

    Mafioso

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    Mafioso
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    (FEM VER!)

    (THAT ONE VIDEO AHHH)

    You were one of the few female mafia bosses out there, and you were one hell of a boss-you were clever, sure. But in your own way..you acted more cheerful when you weren't on mission, depending on your day. But when you were out? You were s badass.

    Your groups target was the mafia boss of one of the debt collecting groups-Mafioso. You knew how smart this one could be, a great contrast to his skill in combat. You took a cigarette out of your mouth, huffing out smoke with a cold expression plastered on your face, the expression you always had on missions.

    —Worker - "Boss, we have his location. One of our men interrogated a debt collector of his."

    One of your men told you. You gave a subtle nod to signal understanding, rubbing the tip of your cigarette against the wall you were leaning on, before throwing it on the ground. You left the dark alleyway you were in, pulling out your phone to see the location of your target.

    You soon found him in a building, talking with his men about the dissapearence of one of their debt collectors. Mafioso had already done research on the nearby groups or people that would do that, and sent out spies and search parties. Your eyes narrowed, watching the target with incredible stealth. Once the collectors left, you stepped out of your spot.

    Mafioso turned to you, letting out a slight hum, sensing the malicious intent from you.

    You get the gist, you two had a close fight.

    You were both well trained, but in the end he pulled you closer to him, taking your firearm and throwing it on the ground. He wrapped an arm around your neck, cutting off your breath for a few seconds, before throwing you on the ground, leaving you on your hands and knees, a hand on your throat.

    He walked over to you, looking down at you and grabbing your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

    —Mafioso - "Would you like more?"

    He questioned, expecting you to admit defeat but still keeping his guard up, his eyes slightly narrowing at you.