JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Prosciutto: Bathroom Intruder

"Hey," he greeted softly, strutting casually over to the bath tub. You looked up and let your gaze fall on his handsome, full lips, drifting up before connecting with his eyes.
"Hi," you replied, with a light smile, laying your elbows on the marble brim of the bath. The man squatted, taking your hands into his own with a hefty sigh before gracefully pulling them up to his mouth. You smirked, slightly embarrassed by his sweetness, grinning even more when he claimed your lips in a kiss. Exhaling, you could already sense the regret in his eyes. It oozed off him slowly, like an aura, dampened only by the fact that he put up a protective barrier where you were concerned. The muscles in his fingers clamped slightly too tightly around your hands, telling you of his fear. "What, Prosciutto?"
Stroking a long line up towards your elbow, his breath was heavy and laboured. He wouldn't admit it, but the worry in your eyes broke his heart. It was selfish of him to cause you such grief because of his job. He knew he wasn't supposed to have the best of both lives but he supposed he couldn't help who he had fallen in love with.
"Prosciutto." Your stern, yet sweet tone brought him back to earth. This situation was reality now and he had to treat it as such. "Tell me."
"Y/N, someone is after me. They're after you. One of my team members failed a hit and got killed."
Swallowing, you clutched the side of the bath.
"You mean... Someone got murdered?"
"Yes, and now they're after us."
Reaching into the back of his trousers, he pulled a small handgun out from a holster on his leather belt, handing it to you. It was cold as it touched your flesh, its shape making you feel as if you shouldn't be holding it. "Darling, I need to go. Whatever happens; whatever you hear, do not leave this room until I come back." Your face dropped. "You might hear frightening things. Screaming. Struggling. Shots. Blood. You have no choice but to defend yourself."
"Pro-? What?!" you wailed softly, sloshing water as you leaned closer. "I don't even know how to shoot a gun, I've never done it-!" Of course, you were shushed, gentle fingers placed across your plush lips.
"Shh. Be careful. It's loaded. You just need to point it and pull the trigger."

"If I'm not back in ten minutes, use the gun. Run. Hide. Tell the cops you got attacked. Kidnapped. Anything. Just keep yourself safe." 

"I need you to trust me.

Inhaling his aftershave, a small peace was made within yourself. You loved this man half to death, and you trusted him, too. A crash was heard outside, glass crunching beneath feet. The intruder was here. "Don't move."

Throwing your arms around him, he had just enough strength to catch you, cradling your nude form close to him.

Shakily pointing the weapon at the door, stuttered footsteps came towards you. The handle was just twisting and rattling as if someone didn't know how much force was needed to open it.

"Fuck, Prosciutto, it's you -!" you sighed tearfully, his protective arms holding you close. Hushing you gently, he tried to calm your ragged recount of the terrifying noise.
"Shh, it's alright," he whispered, draping his jacket around your towel-clad frame before stroking a hand down your face. Kissing your forehead, his strong hug made you feel safe at last. "You don't need to cry. He's been taken care of.

"Darling, I need you to trust me." His voice was calm and soothing, yet assertive at the same time.