JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Prosciutto: Caged Magpie

Sat in the safe house, Prosciutto's phone pinged. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a text off someone. Removing the phone from his pants pocket, he elegantly stood and  unlocked the mobile, silently reading the screen.
'Call me x'
It was you, most likely up to your stupid games. Typing back 'No.', he put the phone back into his pocket and continued his reading. It pinged again with your reply, which he could ignore. However, frantic pings and vibrations continued against his leg, distracting him from his book. Melone cocked an eyebrow as the blonde read through a barrage of texts, smirking at Prosciutto's demeanour towards the messages.
"Someone's popular," he cooed, reading his body language and expressions in order to try and work out the level of lewd that had likely been sent. Your on-off lover remained quiet, scrolling through the begging messages to pick up the phone.
'I'm working', was his response to your text. 'Maybe you should try it.'

"There's no way he will answer me whilst he's at work," you stated quietly, tied to a chair with Mista's lilac barrel scraping at your throat.
"Well, you better make him answer then, shouldn't ya, Sugar Tits?"
One steady hand pulled at the bodice of your dress, whilst the other kept you in a choke hold at your neck. Shutting your eyes, you squeezed your lips together as the younger guy freed your breasts, exposing them to the phones camera. Raking his warm, moist hand down your chest, you felt your nipples harden under his soft touches. It was embarrassing, but you couldn't help it. Mista smirked. "Hm, seems you like it, huh? Man, you're a whore."
Spitting, it landed in your lap, pooling on your expensive dress and soaking through to your stockings. Pushing your neck back with his hand, he photographed your balls of flesh at a close, downward angle and sent the picture, with a small caption. Easy on the eyes, but something was definitely amiss. This wasn't like one of your usual snaps you sent him when you were feeling needy. Was it the angle? Your pose? Your expression? Scanning the photo, he tried desperately to pinpoint the anomaly. "Hm, all he did was read it. Alright, we'll call him."
Huffing a sigh, you rolled your eyes, repeating your previous statement.
"I told you, he won't answer! You're wasting your time."
"Tell me where the disc is then—,"
"I don't know what you're talking about! That's the honest answer! Prosciutto and I aren't even seeing each other-"
Snorting, he talked over you, gripping your hair to pull back your head.
"Then why is his picture in your purse?" he sneered, cocking a leg up onto the chair and placing his foot between your thighs, breathing right up against your mouth. Tears pricking your eyes, you swallowed loudly. "Nothing to say now, huh? Listen Dollface, I can see that you're lying and I won't hesitate to torture you until you tell me." His foot jerked forward, toes of his boot poking the outline of your pussy. "In fact, I'd actually take pleasure in wrecking that perfect body of yours and leaving it here for your man to come find-"
"He's my boyfriend!" you blurted out, before backing down a little and thinking about what you were saying. "Sometimes. We're on and off." You flicked your eyes downwards, trying to quell your trembling lip. "That's why there's a picture of us both in my purse. I don't know much else about him."
Bending over, he teased his full lips against your jawline, pressing featherlight kisses to it before tormenting your earlobe with his teeth. Pulling a blade out of his trousers, it clicked as he opened it, lining it with your chest.
"If you can't bring him here, I'm just going to mark you up and send you to him, instead."
"Please don't!" you huffed, holding in a satisfied gasp. "I-I'll keep trying the phone."
"Hmph, you're a good girl, ain't ya?" He finished his sentence with a bounce of your breast, grinning sinfully to himself as he walked away with your phone. It rung through again. Of course he wasn't picking up still.

"Magpie," he mumbled, ignoring the call and glancing at his colleague. "It's that Magpie."
The phone rang again, and this time, he answered it. Melone saw cold annoyance in his blue eyes which he originally assumed was covering up aroused feelings, until Grateful Dead's user fell silent.
"Well, you took your time, didn't ya, Big Boy? May I just say you have taste in women? Ah, let me just pass her on to you. She has something to say, don't you, 'Magpie?'"
"I... Need you to come here. To the bar. Now." Your voice was ragged on the phone, beneath the sultry facade you put on at work.
"What have you done?"
"Just come. Please..."
"Ah ah ah, aren't you missing something?"
"He's asking me about a disc-"

"Well," you began, looking up at your captors as you thought. Mista glared down at you through dark eyes, keeping the barrel of his pistol flush with your neck as his capo held on to your phone.

"I've got a .32 calibre pistol to my throat right now. " The men shifted looks, cringing at your continuous flirting with the man despite their current threat.

Face dropping, his eyes shifted to the phone.
A male voice had replied. It was Bucciarati.
"Listen, I've got your little 'Magpie' bird here. She seems to like things that don't belong to her," he remarked, twirling a key around in between his fingers. "I caught her pickpocketing one of my crew, which is bad enough, but I was especially surprised to see your face looking back at me in her purse."
"Shit,"Prosciutto cursed. One damn photo and you're busted way out of proportion!
"What do you want, Bucciarati?"
"Well, after having to pull you from a moving train and injure myself, I have half a brain to kill her."
"I asked you what you want!" You actually heard his voice from where you were sat, wavering through an emotional yell.
"Bring the disc. Perhaps then she'll go unharmed." Ending the call, he turned to you and bent down to your level. Amused by the scowl on your face, he tilted your chin up to get a better view of your made up face. "I won't kill you. You aren't worth that." You remained quiet, staring him out from your seat. "However, I will mark you if you try anything." Before you could even contemplate reacting, Bruno whipped the back of his hand across your face to the shock of his team. They didn't think the man could be so brutal, but he had been so shaken by Trish's situation it was reminding him of his own roots. It was out of character for him to take a hostage at all, but to hit one was just absurd. "There's your first threat."
Shrinking, you remained silent, nodding with one slow blink in order to show your surrender.

He showed up, alone. Swallowing, your big eyes followed him from your seat, silently imploring your rescue.

"I'm so sorry," you cried, hiding your face from him. The man was surprisingly calm, wrapping his arms around you and letting his hands trail down your neck towards your back, sweeping your hair to the side.
"It's not your fault."
"Ohh, I thought he was going to kill me! I'm a thief, not a murderer! I was set up."
"I know. It's fine. You're fine. We're leaving."

"We were lucky to get out of that."
"Let's never do it again, Magpie."