◇Amore Mio◇ Fugo x Reader

◇4. Francesca's secret pt. 1◇

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"Let's get going." Fugo said as we got out of the car. We reached the spanish steps, looking around for the familiar woman. It wasn't too crowded today, so it was easy to spot everyone who gathered around to take pictures. Nothing really stood out, except a larger man at the end of the stairs. He stood with arms crossed, showing off his tattooed muscles. He seemed a bit taller than fugo, and very well-built. Behind him was a more slender person, seemingly hiding a bit.

"Fugo, look." I pointed in their direction, and he gasped.

"That's her, I know it is!" I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt when he got so excited.

"Great! Then let's head over there." I walked in their direction, catching the eye of the man. He grunted, nodding in my direction to signal to the lady behind him. Fugo followed closely, I nearly felt his breath in the back of my neck. As soon as I walked up to the man, he groaned as he watched me, moving to the side to reveal the beautiful woman. She stood turned to the side, only showing the left side of her face.

"Follow me, if you may." She said, before talking long, confident steps towards a row of parked cars. I glanced at Fugo, who gave me a reassuring nod.

We followed her to a car- or well- a limousine. She motioned for us to get seated with her in the back, as the tall man became our chauffeur.

"So, how have the two of you been?" She lit a cigarette as she spoke. She wore a long, flowing black dress, suitable for this heat. Her head held a hat, which had some fabric hanging down to cover the right side of her face.

"We've been good." Fugo replied. He placed his hand on my thigh, as if he claimed his possession. "You?"

"Good, good... Hey, have you two gotten married yet?" She exhaled a large cloud of smoke in our direction. It didn't really bother me, since I was surrounded by the men of passione. While they didn't smoke regularly, it did occur.

"We haven't." I felt Fugo's hand squeeze my thigh after I answered. I couldn't quite tell why, though.

"What a shame, I hope you will get to do that soon enough. Now, I wanted to discuss some urgent business with you, so I'm sorry for bringing you here like this." She inhaled again, holding the smoke in her lungs before blowing it at us again. She seemed... Different, changed.

"What business?"

"Well, Caryna used to have such ridiculous ideas. I know the two of you were told that not only she- but I- was in love with the former boss of Passione. Quite frankly, that's not true. Sure, I was rather close with Diavolo, but only as work partners."

"What? We were told you had no clue about her plans." Fugo's eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, that's correct, I didn't know about her plans... Because I had my own." Fugo and I sat in silence, waiting for what she'd say next. Something about this situation felt wrong, as if we'd been tricked. "You see, Caryna wanted to get things done quickly. Her sole purpose was to defeat her lover's murderers. She didn't think through all the possible outcomes. Me, on the other hand, have been planning this for four whole years now."