BL ONESHOTS

²⁹⁰Tharn x Type⁰⁹²

Requested. Mafia Au

Black POV

"Kill him, no mercy, and clean up after you're done, and dont forget to despose of the body when you are done, i dont need the cops on my back. Make it happen. Go, WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE! Piss off. Go get the job done." Black said to his henchmen who looked so stupid, but they bowed to their boss and took off running to do what they were told to do.

This was going to be the last time we stayed here, so we had to get rid of evidence so it would not lead back to the cops in any way.

Author.

Black was the mask mafia man. He was only ever known by his name. He was called the Mask Mafia Man because no one saw his face. The only people who knew exactly what Black looked like under the mask were his henchmen. Black moved around a lot because that's what he needed to do to keep his name off the cops radar. But the more he moved, the more people found him different from everyone else. Black never had time to start his own family or to make friends. His entire life he only ever remembers having one friend but he had no idea what had happened to said friend, and so him, being the Mafia boss, was all he had left in life that made sense to him. It was all he knew. That was until he moved again, but this time, he was going to make this place his home.

Black had another name one everyone knew because it was the other side of him, the innocent looking guy that everyone liked so much because he was kind and caring and honest when he needed to be. People liked Type because he was always their if you needed him. Type was like any ordinary person. Get up, go to work, do the normal shit during the day, and go home, but his go home was a bit different than everyone else's. And that was because during the night he was Black, the Mask Mafia Man.

Tharn had his life all sorted he was somewhat happy, but he became a cop to track down his childhood sweetheart. Tharn did not get into no relationship or make any other friends because the only one he wanted most was his childhood friend. Was the one he fell for. Tharn wanted nothing more but to see the face he fell in love with all over again. But becoming a cop became hard for him. He had more shit to do to get where he is now, but he made it with the thought of his childhood sweetheart.

Tharn was fit enough to be one of the top officers they had in their department. He was currently given a case that was so hard to do because their was no name on it whatsoever.

He was given a case that no one could solve because this case contained absolutely nothing. His department had been trying to get information about The Mafia boss Black. They had no picture of his full face because he always wore a mask. They did not know where he had moved to, but they knew he moved around a lot. And so the next place isn't going to be far from where he became Black.

Type finally moved and got a job at a little cafe. He had one of his henchmen with him posing as a customer and making sure nothing bad happened to his boss while he was working as a cashier and table waiter. Type was doing orders and getting them to the proper tables and then walked in Tharn wearing his badge around his neck.

Tharn got to the cashier, and Type said, "Good evening sir, what can I get for you." In the most inviting voice ever, one that even shocked his Henchman that was their as a customer.

Tharn had just ordered a cup of coffee and sat down at a table because Type would take it to him.

After a few minutes, Tharn had gotten his drink. But on the drink as well was Types number. With a little swing 'message me, maybe we could friends'.

After that, Tharn got up and left.

Tharn did end up messaging Type, and Type got it the next day because after work, he was busy to be on his phone.