JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Prosciutto/Mista Naples

You were well known by residents of Capri for your contemporary Neapolitan dishes with an international twist of your own. Unfortunately, due to your naturally hospitable nature, it also meant some serious bad guys knew you, buttering you up for information about the town's comings and goings, or residents. Bucciarati was watchful, noting that Guido Mista, a member of his mob, was very much in love with you. The last thing he needed was the young Italian becoming unfocused, but Bruno understood the importance of family all too well, especially considering the gunslinger didn't seem to have any. You were all he talked about, when he wasn't discussing missions or frivolous things. Restaurants were hotspots for mafia activity, but yours in particular due to the quality of the food and the service. Also, you were young, so you were considered easy pickings. You had been gently instructed about what information was safe to give out, some of it a bit weird to you in all honesty. Mista hadn't been entirely clear about his job role, begging Bucciarati not to talk about it to you, should it put you in danger.

But today was a special day and you had been telling each of your customers your boyfriend was due home after a long time away on a business trip! You'd pulled out all the stops, bruschetta, wine, cheese and his favourite dolce, strawberry cake. By the time closing time turned up, you were surprised not to have heard from anybody. It was starting to get dark out, and there was no sign of them. Mista was supposed to be taking you out tonight to celebrate his coming home, but you supposed he was just exhausted and forgot to call. Taking your hair out of its updo style with a lengthy sigh, a deep, accented voice requested you left it.
"Mio caro," it lulled from behind you. "Keep it in. It suits you." Swallowing, you slowly withdrew your hand, locks of hair falling down your neck. You peered over your shoulder to see a tall, blonde man. He was handsome, clad in an expensive suit with a sheer web design. The first thing you noticed behind the dangerous smirk were the piercing blue of his stare.
"Um, we're only serving drinks now, Signore." Your voice was sweet but lacked the firmness it probably needed in order to sway this mystery man. Hands in his pockets, he approached you slickly, getting close enough to sting your nose with his cologne. Leaning over the counter, the man was closer than you would have liked.
"I'll have an ice-cold glass of water." You turned to get his order out as soon as possible, but he interrupted you. "Oh, and it has to be ice-cold. That's important." His eyes watched you like a hawk as you scooped icecubes into a glass, topping it up with bottled water. Since you were almost certain this was going to be a hold up, you decided to let him have it for free.
"Listen, I'm closing up in five minutes, so just enjoy your drink." The forced smile must have been noticeable, since he didn't move from the counter, even when you spun round to avoid him.
"Are you here all by yourself? Seems kinda late for a stunner like you to be running a restaurant." Thinking back to what Bucciarati said to you, you decided against telling him about your boyfriend not turning up. This guy seemed like a creep.
"Oh, no. My boyfriend's on his way. He'll be here in five minutes."