𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. [Giorno Giovanna x Reader]

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

When [Name] opened her eyes, she didn't expect to see the Don himself seating behind a desk in front of her.

He was surrounded by his teammates, looking at her like they will eat her alive.

The light was shining bright into her eyes, much to her dismay, Verona was also there.

"Since when did she start getting involved with Passione this much?" [Name] thought.

Her head still hurt, she opened her mouth to speak, but oh well, it was already taped, with her hands being tied behind her back, to the chair.

She mumbled some profanities at the situation, but the Don had his eyes closed, thinking.

"Holy fuck, it's the Don. Wow, I can't believe I'm meeting him like this. But why like this though?" She frowned.

Her eyes went towards Verona, who slowly walked towards Giorno, whispering something to him in his ears. The Don's eyes shot open to look at [Name], now, she was nervous.

His eyes held a weird hatred towards her, but why? What happened.

"Bucciarati, go ahead." The Don said.

"Yes, boss." The bob-haired man said.

"I've seen that hair. When though?" [Name] thought again.

"[Name] Bianchi, 19 years old, a native of Naples, your father used to be a drug-addict, who is now in rehab, and your mother left your father because of it."

Now, [Name] was bored. What is with the introduction, she's flattered, she really is, because she saw the Don listening to Bucciarati with focus and somewhat interest.

"You attacked three of our men. Would you like to explain yourself?" Bucciarati asked.

"Mhmhf-" She began to speak, Bucciarati mumbled a little sorry before tearing the tape away from her lips, she yelped a little before sighing.

"Those were your men? I didn't know your men actually smuggled drugs though." [Name] said while looking at Bucciarati.

Bucciarati listened to her before giggling, "I see. You're placing the blame on them, when you are the one involved in the drug smuggling."

"Wha- NO!" She protested.

"Oh really?" Bucciarati lifted up a small packet from the Don's table, containing some form of white powder. "We found this in your skirt pocket." Bucciarati explained.

"Hold on, you went through my skirt?" She asked.

"It was necessary to check." The man with the weird hat said.

"Yeah yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes.

"Answer me. Why are you snuggling drugs in Naples? Don't you know it's not allowed the Don's territory?" Bucciarati asked.

She looked at the Don, he said their, his face was content, his face was scary right now, by the way he looked at her, it seemed like he would kill her in a heartbeat.

"I don't know! I just beat up those guys because they were tormenting a kid for drug money!" [Name] answered back.

"Our men said that they were there to stop you from selling drugs and you beat them up." Mista said.

"HE SAID THAT!? THAT FAT FUCKFACE! I'LL KILL HIM-"

"Oi, shut the fuck up and be respectful in front of the boss." Fugo yelled at her.

She sunk back in her seat, biting her lip in anger that she bled. She hated lying and more of that she hated liars.

"I didn't, I don't smuggle. I promise." She looked down, her voice became soft.

"And why do we believe that?" Leone, the goth looking creature, asked.

"Because you must be very bold to assume that I would smuggle stuff that destroyed my father's life." She mumbled, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Verona had no interest in the conversation, she was painting her nails, rolling her eyes, "another sad story, but that doesn't get you off the hook. You could be using the story to cover up your own lies. We don't know you, and you don't know us. So, why do we believe you."

Oh, you were so right for hating her. Who the fuck is she? Some stuck up whore?

"She's right. We don't know you, why do we believe you." She couldn't believe her ears now. It was the Don. He said it.

Now, she felt tears trickle down, yeah, she didn't know him or he didn't know her, so he was right, but she idolized this man, she followed him, admired him, to hear him say something like this broke her heart.

She didn't realize how hard she was biting her lip until Bucciarati noticed, blood had started to trickle down her chin.

Her face was hung low, her hair covering her face, which was slowly becoming red due to crying.

"She's lying, it's so obvious." Verona snarled.

Bucciarati looked at Verona, he didn't like her to be honest, she was very snarly and bitchy, who forced herself to be involved with every business the boss was attending, it was shady. To him and Abbacchio, they didn't think that highly of her at all. They actually hated her guts, but it was the Don's fiancée, so they had to tolerate her.

"Fine. Kill me." [Name] bluntly replied.

Everyone was taken aback, even the Don.

"You don't believe me, fine by me. Go and believe whoever you want. But don't start having pity for me when I'll be proved right." She mumbled.

Verona stared at the girl, how could she even dare to think that she was wrong.

"Bucciarati. Take Leone with you and investigate the area. We might get some clues." Giorno ordered.

"Cara, it's really not that necessary-" Verona was cut off by Giorno.

"Until she is proven right, she will stay here. She isn't allowed to leave until she's fully clear." Giorno added.

Verona clenched her fists, backing away from him.

"If you're wrong, [Name], I'll make your wish come true. I'll kill you by my own hands." Giorno said.

"It would be an honor to die like that, not gonna lie." She said, lifting up her head to look at him.

Giorno's face was flushed, his heart ached at her face. Oh, he was so going to regret what he said if she was right.

Well, regret it, Giorno, because she is right.