Smooth Criminal (La Squadra x Reader)

Chapter 2 (Part 1)

You popped a bonbon into your mouth and closed up the bakery for the day.

You offered one to Risotto, who was watching as you double-checked that the door was locked, "Want one? It's chocolate. Poison-free." The man shook his head in response, the expression on his face remaining unchanged. You shrugged your shoulders and helped yourself to another confectionary.

You followed behind him as he led you back to your house, explaining your new "job" to you. The leader of Passione, your boss, wanted you to act as one of his guards in return for not being handed to the police for your crime. Since you hadn't really tried to get away with your murder, but rather no one suspected or questioned you before Risotto, you didn't care if you got arrested. Instead, you agreed only because of the pay that the position offered you.

You would simply have to join an elite subdivision in the mafia, known as La Unita Speciale, and kill people in order to live a rich and carefree life.

"Are you a member of La Unita Speciale?" you asked, using your keys to unlock the front door of your house, only to find that it was already unlocked.

"No. I'm a member of the hitman team." Risotto waited for you to enter the house before he did and closed the door behind him, continuing his response, "You'll receive orders directly from the boss' right hand and eliminate any obstacles he faces, including members of other gangs in the organization."

You nodded, "And if I turn on him?" The house was getting a little chilly so you put down your purse and turned down the AC.

"I'm sure he wouldn't hesitate to kill you."

"Tiramisu, you're home! Look, this man has been shouting at me for hours now!" you turned your head in the direction of your mother's voice and spotted her walking into the room you were in with Tiramisu's son in her arms, a man walking close behind her.

In comparison with Risotto, he wasn't that tall. He had light blue hair arranged in curls that clung to his head. He had on a white top, buttoned on the side of his chest, and pants with thin, vertical stripes. He wore brown, fingerless leather gloves on his hands and a pair of red glasses and high-top sneakers that matched them.

Your mother clung to you, grasping a hold of your sleeve with her free hand while still holding onto the child.

"Tiramisu?! I told you this a thousand times, but your daughter is already dead! This is y/n, not Tiramisu!" the man shouted loudly at your mother, gesturing towards you. "Risotto, this woman is crazy! I'm sure she's the one who killed that guy!"

"Ghiaccio, calm down. That woman didn't kill anyone, her daughter did," Risotto said, attempting to calm the angry man down so he could explain the truth about the case to him.

Ghiaccio scanned you from head to toe before he scrunched his eyebrows, "That girl?! There's no way!"

Risotto sighed, "Don't underestimate her just because of her appearance."

Unlike the men you were in the room with, you didn't look that strong or threatening. On top of that, you were dressed as any normal girl would. You donned a tan knit sweater, a brown plaid skirt, a golden, heart-shaped locket that held a picture of yourself and your twin, and a pair of tan, heeled boots.

"Listen, I know it's her mom! She killed him because Tiramisu was her favorite daughter and she didn't want to accept her death! If that girl confessed, she's lying so her mom doesn't get in trouble!"

"Ghiaccio, she-" Risotto started, but you cut him off, knowing that the blue-haired man wouldn't listen to him regardless of his assumption being wholly incorrect.

You smirked when you directed your gaze to Risotto, tilting your head to one side and speaking to him for the first time in Ghiaccio's presence, loud enough for him to also hear, with a mischievous, yet menacing tone. "He doesn't believe you. Should I demonstrate?"