7 Days of Chaos - A Guido Mista x GN reader story ON HOLD

Chapter 7 - Boss's Brat

You all stood there, staring at the young woman before you. She still wore the disguise but now that you all looked at her you could tell, she had to be the one Pericolo was talking about. She pulls off the thick rubber gloves and walks over to Bucciarati before speaking.

"The rest room..." she points behind the group. "May I go?" Bucciarati looked from the girl to Pericolo, not knowing fully what to do.

"Go ahead, Trish." The short man speaks, and the girl walks off to the bathrooms. Guido, Naracia, and Fugo all watch her walk off, staying on guard. While those three stood outside the restroom entrance Pericolo filled you, Bucciarati, Abbachio, and Giorno in on the situation.

"Her name is Trish Una, age 15. Of course, that's not the boss's last name, for your information. It's her mothers. Trish already knows there are people after her, but she's never seen her father, that is, the boss since she was born... Bucciarati, as you know, nobody knows the boss's identity. Not even I've seen him in person. I just get orders from him. But naturally, even the boss has a past of note, in his youth..." Pericolo goes on to explain how a woman named Donatella died in a hospital in the town of Calabria, and how a few days before her death she started looking for a man by the name of Solido Naso. Her thoughts were that if she were to find him, he could take in his daughter. "And it's no wonder she couldn't find him, there was never a man by that name, after all. It was a false name that the boss once used. Ever since his youth, the boss has always been a man to use fake names, never revealing his identity to anyone..."

You started to space out, the information being a little too much to handle. The poor girl had lost her mother and now she's been thrown into the underworld with a father she never knew being the boss of one of Italy's biggest gangs. Not only that, but there were countless people after her just to get to the boss. Your mind raced with how dangerous this mission would be, but you were pulled out of your thoughts by Bucciarati speaking.

"And who might they be? Who's going after her?" he asked, a look of worry on his face.

"Traitors from the gang. I don't know how many there are... they want to overthrow the boss and take over his drug routes." Pericolo spoke, making you scowl. You weren't the only one, Giorno also had a displeased look on his face and muttered something about drugs under his breath, but you didn't hear it.

"For how long are we guarding her?" Bucciarati asked.

"One week." Pericolo responded before speaking again. "Maybe even less... right now the boss is searching for and disposing of the traitors."

"You informed us that the orders were supposed to go to Polpo. Didnt you? Then, that means..." Bucciarati trailed off, making you realize what he was insinuating.

"Your enemies are stand users! Yes, it would be wise to assume so. After all, the boss gave orders to Polpo only for matters of that nature. At any rate, I don't have a stand, so I'm of no use here any longer." Pericolo turned around and kept talking. "Get off this island right away, and find a place to hide her. The boss and I are the only ones who know the girl is with you."

You all watched in silence as the short man walked away, processing the mountain of information you had been given. Mere seconds later Trish exited the bathroom in a new outfit, her hair styled and previous disguise nowhere to be seen. You all stared for a moment before she broke the silence by speaking to Fugo.

"Excuse me..." Fugo didn't respond, staring at the girl for a moment. He looked around before speaking.

"You mean me?" He asks hesitantly.

"Yes..." she responds. "I'm talking to you, okay...? Um... are we going to be together all the time now?" She asked, understandably so.

Fugo was silent for another moment before speaking again. "Yes... that's how it is... starting now, we'll be guarding you with our lives."

"I see..." Trish responded.

"My name is Fugo. He's Narancia. That's Mista." Fugo says, pointing to the respective boys.

"No, Fugo. You're the only one I'm talking to right now. Would you mind taking off your shirt?" The girl's words made you all stop and stare, Fugo the most confused of you all.

"My shirt? Right here? Um... why?" Fugo asks.

"Just do it... I'm not asking because I want to see you naked." She responds.

"Understood." Fugo quickly takes off his shirt and hands it to the younger girl, completely appalled when she starts whipping her wet hands on the fabric.

"I didn't bring a handkerchief, go buy me one." She demands. "Also, get me a pair of stockings and Givenchy's number 3 rouge. Make sure the stockings are reinforced around the thighs. And this month's issue of Italian Vogue, too. Plus some mineral water, but make sure it's not made in France then I'd rather die than drink it. Get on it as soon as you're done enjoying the view."

You stare at the younger girl, appalled by her rudeness. This is gonna be a long week...