〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 46: Bad Timing.

Naples, Italy. March 23rd, 1996.

"Do you copy?

- Loud and clear Mamma", Melone answered.

"Perfect, these new phones work then. We're going into the restaurant. I'll let you know. And if there's anything fishy, ​​call me.

- Received. Good luck to you.

- Thank you."

She hung up and put her cell phone back in her bag on the seat next to her. Prosciutto was straightening his tie. He gave her a sideways glance, a faint smile on his face.

"You're gorgeous. I knew that dress would look great on you.

- It's beautiful, I'm afraid to ruin it.

- Then you will have to wait until next Christmas."

She rolled her eyes, amused by his response. This dress must have cost him a fortune, she didn't want him to spend the little money he received just to make her wear outfits that were particularly exquisite for the eyes. The taxi stopped in front of a chic little restaurant in Naples. Prosciutto paid the driver, before getting out first to open the door for his capo. Now they had to pose as a wealthy couple of real estate agents. A small role-playing game of the simplest, at first sight. He offered her his arm and led her inside, where their main target was: a wealthy pimp from Passione, target of the Boss for breaking rules that (Y/N) ignored. She rarely had the details of her targets' crimes. She had to kill, no questions asked. And this time, her target didn't suspect in the least that he was in the Boss' sights, since he had organized a big banquet in this small luxury restaurant. Stepping inside, (Y/N) scanned the room with a quick glance. There were a lot of people. And the target was not in sight. A young boy in a suit came to get Prosciutto and (Y/N)'s coats, who pretended to be used to this preferential treatment. They asked for a table for two, not far from the hustle and bustle of the banquet guests. As they sat down at the table, she received a call on her work phone, which she answered immediately.

"I'm listening.

- The target is there. Formaggio slipped him a bug this morning, I just activated it, I can track him.

- Perfect. Tell me more.

- He's in the bathroom. He should be back in two minutes.

- Thank you, Mel. I'll let you know.

- Good evening, have fun!

- Sure."

She hung up and immediately looked at the bathroom door. Prosciutto took very little time to understand, he gave her a little nod, before signaling to the waiter to bring them some wine. Scantily clad women passed by to sit on the laps of fat, rich men who were almost drooling at their presence, and (Y/N) refrained from making a face.

"Poor them...

- You said it," Prosciutto groaned. "That's not how they should treat women.

- I'd like to get those ladies out first. They didn't ask for anything.

- We'll try, but I can't guarantee you anything. Be careful Mamma, your kindness will ruin you.

- They didn't do anything wrong, they're innocent. I-."

She fell silent immediately when the waiter returned to refill their glasses with a prestigious and overpriced wine. But out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) saw the bathroom door open, so she tensed. A tall, thin man came out, dressed in a red suit, a disgusting smile plastered on his face. (Y/N) pretended to want to taste her wine, but clicked her tongue. Prosciutto acted as if nothing had happened, examining the dark liquid in his glass. But he understood very well. The mission officially began. Then, while keeping her drink in her hand, (Y/N) gracefully stood up to approach her target's table. And that's where she saw him, sitting alongside many other mobsters.