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Gun's Blazing

A Mafia AU in Redacted
Lmk if you'd like it to be an official book series
(Psa around the second chapter of this Angel and Freelancer are both turned into self inserts between me and my friend, im sorry if that makes the story less appealing)
Tw: violence, gang stuff, death, mentions if weed, slightly sexual
Damien; Boss
Lasko: underdog (the actual boss
Huxley: bodyguard
Gavin: assassin, also works at the club

Sweetheart: Boss
Freelancer: underdog (same as lasko)
Baabe and Angel: Assassins

(Random) Smartass and Mentor are the tech crew and are also in a relationship,
FL's gang consists of the listeners, and in this AU are all really close friends living together.

The music boomed around him as he inhaled the freshly smoky air, the smell of weed and arousal, a smirk drew its way across his lips as he stepped down from the stage, bending down teasingly, knowing who was behind him,, to pick up money, his tail swishing ‘’Well, well, well Lasko, fancy seeing the big boss out in the open..’’ he turned to face the smaller male ‘’G-Gavin- I-I.. Just need to talk..and get a feel fo-..for the place yknow.. If im gonna run it..’’ Gavin hummed in response, As Lasko walked to the door, Huxley’s.. Surprisingly warm smile ‘’hey boss, what are you doing out here..?’’
‘’looking around, have any updates from that Widow gang?’’
‘’no, nothing has came in, their boss is keeping it on the low...’’ Damein joined the group ‘’And although they have no allies, they may seem weak but because we have no one to get information from we have no clue what their capable of, they’ve been dominating gangs that have tried to even cut them and taking over more territory, we have nothing on them, which makes them more of a threat than prey’’ Gavin stepped off the stage ‘’well just get me in touch with their boss and I’ll make sure to convince them’’
‘’their boss will not hesitate to shoot you in the dick’’ Damien snapped and Huxley stifled a laugh ‘’fiesty ok big boy, we all know who you’re a good boy for’’ Gavin wrapped his hands around Damiens waist from behind,, pulling him towards the taller guy ‘’Gavin’’ he struggled against him ‘’let... ngh,, gO’’
 
‘’so..’’ Angel fiddled with their gun in hand ‘’when are we going to check at thar new gang,,, the one where there's rumours that people on the inside are dating eachother’’
‘’Like some poly shit’’ baabe nudged fl teasingly ‘’maybe you might need to check them out’’
‘’fuck off’ they laughed as they folded their arms looking back up to sweetheart ‘’They all think that I’m the main boss, so FL our underdog... It's time to go in, Keep it a low profile, make them believe that you’re new and they’ll have no clue.. Throw them off’’
‘’What about that Solaire gang..? That new one and them have also a growing interest in our little show we got goin on and I don’t know how to shake them off’’ Freelancer spoke before anyone else could say they didn’t know..’’
‘’Their only interest is because we aren’t straightforward, they have no clue whats in and out of the gang... that’s their only draw board.. So if we keep it downlow and play off any big movings until later it’ll throw them off’’
‘’i get that but we may need someone in..’’
‘’...no- stop looking at me Tank im not doing it.. Theres no way..’’
‘’Freelancer, you’re the only one who they don’t know’’
‘’fuck..no.’’
 
And there they stood, outside that same club, the line was down the street, filled with pretty women and men in suits,, freelancer walked right to the door and showed their card to Huxley, looking them up and down *for longer than he should’ve* he nodded and let them in,, Gavin was in the middle of the show, men, even women  throwing money and screaming praises *because his hips don’t lie*
Freelancer walking in and walking straight past him caught him off guard, not even a second glance, it tempted him.. So he followed them along his stage and to the couch, leather and probably had vodka spilled on it, they sat with champagne in their hand, they looked up to see Gavin walking down the steps of his stage and his. Fans- following him ‘’Can I sit?’’ why not.. ‘’Yeah.. Sure'’ without a second thought Gavin climbed right into their lap, taking their chin and lifting it up o him, they smelled the intoxication on his breath but didn’t question it.. They could feel the burning gazes of jealously from Gavins boyfriends, among the exited cheering from the crowd ‘’hello.’’ they sighed, Gavin felt not one temptation.. Not one thought to look down at his revealing outfit... it struck something in him, but before he could make them do anything, Damien stormed over ‘’Gavin, you know not to touch customers that haven’t payed.. No matter how hard they begged’’ Freelancer couldn’t believe the audacity of this man .. them? Begging..?perish the fucking thought ‘’Excuse me but I did not beg’’
‘’I didn’t see you pay’’
‘’You didn’t see me do anything other than tell him he can sit.. I didn’t mean on my lap’’ they lightly pushed Gavin off, standing up to him ‘’Do you know who I am?’’ he questioned.. Trying to scare them back down, freelancer took a sit of their champagne and put it down by the glass table ‘’Damien Lovette.’’ He froze.. His full name? ‘’Who are you?’’
‘’take a fucking guess’ they step foreward, Huxley appeard and put a hand infront of his boyfriend ‘’step back from the boss, or you’ll end up somewhere you don’t like’’
‘’like where?’’ Damien had enough of this arrogant piece of work and called over the radio for workers ‘’Damien its just one small person.. Are you sure?’’ Huxley questioned him, He snarled and said ‘’and? They can take it’’ three large men started circling fl.. No one could see the dark smirk that spread across their face as the men all charged for them at once, ducking out of the way of one and tripping him up they used his falling body as a stool to get to a high bar that they could hang from, swinging and kicking a guy in the face, pulling him closer with their legs and choking him the fuck out eith their thighs wrapped around his neck, they jumped down—pulling out a knife from their garter, the last man rand for them, bending down and taking their lets, their stabbed him in the back and while his grip loosened used it as a perch to flip over, both their hands on the inlodged knife and their legs swung over his shoulder, causing thr knife to drag down with them.. Until they finally twisted and pulled it out, stepping over the unconscious and dead men, blood on their hands and close tho their mouth and chest, they took their champagne and raised a glass before finishing it and walking back out
 
‘’Lasko could do that..’’
‘’I could..? He looked down at the bodies
 
Despite that.. They still HEAVILY underestimated fl,  thinking they were just another kid from the streets that learned some fancy moved.. They could be taken out.... right..right .