juicyfruitsnacks x reader // mafia

a game of chess.

In the dimly lit confines of a lavish penthouse, Y/N, the daughter of a powerful mafia leader, stirred from her slumber. The early morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow on her delicate features. As she stretched and shook off the remnants of sleep, the weight of her lineage loomed over her like a shadow. The world outside was bustling with life, but within these walls, a different reality thrived—one filled with secrets, loyalty, and the unyielding expectations that came with her father's legacy. Today was not just another day; it was a pivotal moment that would require her to step up from being just the daughter of the mafia, but the next one in line. her father was giving her the chance to become the under dog that day. he knew she was fit for it, there was nobody else as fearless as his daughter in their family.

Rising from her bed, Y/N felt the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, a sensation that had become second nature to her. She moved with purpose, her mind racing through the tasks that lay ahead. As she prepared herself, she carefully selected her attire, a black skin tight dress paired with heels.  With each brushstroke of makeup and every piece of gold jewelry she adorned, Y/N went from looking like an average girl--to a real leader.

"Y/N!" a deeper, much more intimidating voice echoed throughout the dark hallway- all the way through to where she sat. her attention shifted from her mirror and to the direction of her door "is it so hard to come to my door?" y/n rolled her eyes and clipped her hoop onto her ear, before standing up onto her feet and picking up her perfume bottle. she squirted the small capsule of fragrance in the places it needed to be, making her way towards the sound of her fathers voice right after.

her heels clicked against the marble floor as she gracefully made her way down the hall, each footstep echoing in the dead silent home.

once she reached the door to her fathers office, she carefully turned the knob and made her way in "you called me?" she questioned him, an unamused apparent on her face. "yes, I did. is that a problem?" her father pressured and leaned his elbows onto the desk he sat at, staring holes into her face. "no, not everything people say is a shot dad." she raised an eyebrow and joined him at his desk, the seat creaking below her. her father laughed and let out a pleased sigh "you ready for your big day?" he clamped his hands together, a proud look on his face.

the once serious feeling in the room floated away as a more light hearted one seeped in. y/n smiled at her father and nodded "always" she commented simply, spotting the glass on his desk with a bottle of red wine sat ever so innocently next to it. without another word, she grabbed the cup along with the bottle and poured her a cup.

"im proud of you princess" her father, apache, leaned back in his seat and looked over at his daughter- pride radiating his face. y/n returned the smile and took a sip of her wine "thank you daddy" she thanked him , endearment laced in the tone of her voice. y/n had always been daddy's girl. Ever since she popped out of her mother she had everything handed to her on a silver plate, being the only child.

"now, you have a mission which you will go on with Eddie. very simple, kill a few guys for me and come back in one piece.  he will not help you unless you have a gun pointed at your head- or a knife at your throat." her father stated plain and simple, his face resetting back to his serious expression. y/n only nodded and gulped back the rest of her beverage , standing up from the chair.

"light work."

*Over at the Genovese mansion

in a dark room which illuminated a blue colour from the leds installed under the benches, Gaege, the son of a notorious mafia boss, stood in his weaponary/closet, preparing himself for a mission he was set on.

The air was thick with tension.

he reached for a sleek black jacket, its fabric whispering against his skin. As he dressed, he methodically concealed an array of weapons within the folds of his clothing. Knives, found their place in hidden pockets, while compact firearms were secured against his torso, ensuring they remained both accessible and discreet. he could feel the adrenaline begin to build in his blood as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.