The work that the boss had you do as a member of La Unita Speciale was the same as what you'd done to Focaccia, but to other people and with less emotion attached.
You received an email whose sender was unknown but you were able to recognize it as a message from the boss due to its contents. It included both a location and a photo of a member of Passione that you hadn't seen before.
Piede, a member of the Narcotics team, had demanded more pay from the boss and was denied, later going on to try and find out the identity of the boss to overthrow him. However, one of his own gang members had snitched to the capo, leading to the whole ordeal you were tasked with.
Thankfully, as the boss was informed about your stand by the two assassins you barely got acquainted with, he made your life easier by sending you a short profile of your target. You skimmed through the text as you picked up some yam purée with a small spoon and lifted it to your nephew's mouth, "Say 'ahh'."
The child imitated you, opening his mouth widely and lifting his tiny arms above his head. You placed the spoon in his mouth, allowing him to close his mouth around it and devour the food before you could feed him some more.
Your target's profile included the names and pictures of people who were friends with him, which was exactly what you needed. You gently rested the baby over your shoulder and rubbed his back after feeding him, scrutinizing the appearance of one friend of Piede's in particular: Mano. Unlike his relationship with his other friends, Piede was a lot more physical with Mano, possibly indicating some sort of intimate relationship.
After you'd put the baby to sleep, you copied the address from the profile into your phone and tucked your laptop away in your room. You tugged a black leather jacket off of a hanger in your closet and departed from your house, your clothes fading into the ones you wore the day you killed Focaccia.
You pulled the sleeves of the jacket over your arms, concealing the white sleeves of your dress shirt, and adjusted the mask that covered your face.
You hailed a taxi and requested that the driver take you somewhere near the address you wrote down, seating yourself in the back.
When you reached your destination, you paid the driver and waved him off, waiting until he was gone from your sight and then looking around to find what the boss had told you would be there.
"Y/n, is it~?" You jumped, startled by the sudden feeling of a hand on your shoulder and a warm breath tickling your ear. "My, my! I didn't mean to startle you, dear."
"Is that so? I doubt that any normal person would whisper into the ear of a stranger," you said, turning around to face the man who stood directly behind you.
His tinted, purple lips curled up into a wide grin. He had short green hair with dreadlocks that looked like something you'd see under a microscope, eyes and peculiar markings on his face that matched the color of his hair, and a long white coat with a blue cross over his matching white pants.
"Oh, well! It seems like I must admit it then, I did mean to startle you." He reached behind your ear and ran his fingers through your hair, pulling some of it towards his face and smelling it. "But you gave me such a wonderful reaction!" He beckoned someone over, a man who walked on all fours, wearing only a full bodysuit, who held a camera in his grasp. "Now, do it again, but with your mask off for me, sweet y/n~"
You feigned a sigh, slightly amused but also disgusted by the two men who stood before you, "It's a pity that the boss sent me two incompetent men, who are nothing but talk, to assist me with the mission."
The man smirked, "Are you testing us, y/n? I like you already! I suppose we should get down to business then? I'll show you just how incompetent we are~"
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Smooth Criminal (La Squadra x Reader)
FanfictionTrigger warning(s): This story contains foul language, graphic descriptions, and scenes of violence since y/n is literally an assassin. Please don't get any bizarre ideas from stories you read that involve violence, crime = bad! Y/n, the younger of...