Yoohyeon's pov:
The day has finally come when she can show her loyalty to the mafia. The harpy had organized everything perfectly and even Jiu swallowed the bait. Yoohyeon was able to inform her about the mafia boss's doings. It didn't take the assassin long to create a plan to capture the mafia boss and bring her to an abandoned house to kill her. Of course, the hacker was able to find out what Jiu had planned and sent the information immediately to the wolf.
"We only need to prevent that plan and succeed with our," Yoohyeon mumbled as she stretched her body.
Her bones felt sore after spending long hours in the gaming chair. She took a day off to watch the show with her equipment at home. As a hacker, she had enough skills to use her gaming computer to hack into the security system. Now, she was able to see everything that was going on inside and around the museum. The mafia was about to get in position while the assassins were still nowhere to be seen. Her fingers started to tingle. Watching everything from afar always made her feel excited and nervous.
"This Harpy is a very smart woman. I wonder what she is capable of." Yooyheon thought as she watched the said woman walking into an alley that led to the back entrance of the building.
Yoohyeon knew that there was a getaway car located in case something went wrong. The Hacker put on her headset and started to type something. After a few seconds, she was able to hack the mafia's radios. There wasn't much to hear. Only the white noise from the frequency. Yoohyeon disconnected every person apart from Siyeon also known as the wolf of the north.
"Are you ready?" She asked well aware that Siyeon would be surprised to hear her.
"Who are you?" The wolf asked.
"A friend who likes to keep an eye on you," Yoohyeon replied.
"Ah, it's you, puppy." The underboss chuckled.
"Why are you surprised? Do you really think I would not wanna watch this?" Yoohyeon asked.
"I would be disappointed if you didn't." The wolf mumbled.
"I will keep an eye on everything for you. Don't worry I got your back." Yoohyeon replied.
"I'm glad to hear that," Siyeon said while the hacker observed the computer screen.
"Good luck," Yoohyeon said and after that, it went silent because the boss of the mafia was about to enter the museum.
It was located in the middle of downtown so there were a lot of people going in and out. The location was just perfect for a plan like this and it seemed that the Harpy knew that as well. Every entrance was guarded by at least two mafia members. Yoohyeon knew that Siyeon was the boss's only bodyguard and she knew why.
"Everyone thinks that the wolf is dead and they will not predict her to be there. If it was up to me I would've chosen the Harpy as my guard dog but since her cover was blown every assassin must know her face that's why she acts from the shadows." Yoohyeon mumbled.
This whole operation promised to be interesting.
Dami's pov:
She was in position. Her job was to drive the getaway car. If something went wrong she would've to bring the boss and Siyeon to safety. It was Y/n's brilliant idea but Dami felt useless. She wanted to get some action not sit and wait until something interesting happened.
"I wanna be there when bullets fly through the air. I wanna feel the adrenalin in my veins." Dami thought while watching a figure walking closer to the car.
They wore a tactical outfit with their hood up and on their back was a backpack probably filled with ammunition and other weapons. Dami knew it was Y/n. Under other circumstances, she would be happy to see her but it was her girlfriend's idea to put her on the penalty bench. It felt like Y/n didn't trust her. As soon as Y/n was close enough Dami rolled down the window so they could talk. The underboss had a serious expression on her face as she leaned down to be at the same eye level as Dami.
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A complicated life
FanfictionDamixreader au. It will be mafia themed. Enemies to lovers. The reader is a mafia underboss and Dami an assassin. Someday they met in a bar- TRIGGERWARNING Blood Alcohol Murder Crime Swearing Smut