Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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"Bucciarati, we should get the hell out of here." Openly stating that Abbacchio looked over his nails before dropping his hands back down to his side.
"And after I warned you so many times, you fool." Crossing his arms after saying that Fugo let out a tsk shaking his head. Narancia merely just pouted at this raising his hands to press yours over his ears almost like headphones.
"I think Narancia did a great job stopping the enemy." Hearing Giorno speak, you tugged your hands away from the dark haired teen turning your attention towards the blond, "I think he did everything he should've done. And now that the Hitman team knows about us, if he's a reasonable boss. He should give us a method of escape." Explaining that he could see Narancia's expression brighten. "I don't think we should leave until we hear from the boss."
"That's not a bad assumption." Humming that out and giving a soft nod agreeing with what the blond had said, your attention drifted towards Fugo who's face held annoyance and who's brows were furrowed down.
"Well aren't you clever? Do you think you're an advisor now?" His tone was sharp and his purple hues bore into Giorno. He was beginning to dislike the blond more and more after each hour coming to notice that after saying something insightful or smart he'd look your way for some sort of reaction or praise.
Turning in place Abbacchio neared Giorno staring down at the boy, his lips downturned as they usually were when speaking to him, "And how do you know that the boss will contact us soon?" Extending out a hand and gripping Giorno's chin he added on. "No one cares about your damn hunches!"
Right after declaring that the back of the van swung open and Mista had called out, "Bucciarati! I think we got a message from the boss!" Now coincidences did happen but you doubted that was the case, everything Giorno said honestly made sense and you could only wonder why the others got so defensive.
Expression of one in surprise Bruno neared the van sliding open the door and facing the blue laptop seated among the leather cushions. A message icon was displayed on the screen, "This is how the boss always sends his orders to the Capos."
Mista chimed in quickly after hearing that, "This is the first time Bucciarati's received one!"
Taking a seat and resting the laptop onto his lap Bruno's eyes focused on the screen, "I'll check out the message." Clicking around a bit before typing in what you assumed was a password he read the message out loud so that the group could hear, "Head to the Pompeii Archaeological Park. I've hidden a key near the dog mosaic." Turning back to face the group he held a stern expression. "Look into this immediately!"
Both Fugo and Mista popped into the back of the van, the blond holding a map while Mista held up a book. "The key is for a vehicle that'll bring my daughter safely to me." Reading another part of the message out loud Abbacchio couldn't help but raise a brow in question.
