juicyfruitsnacks x reader // mafia

heist

In the dimly lit confines of his room, Gaege sat on the edge of his unmade bed, the weight of his family's legacy pressing heavily upon his shoulders. The walls, adorned with faded photographs of his ancestors, whispered tales of loyalty and betrayal. Outside, the distant sounds of the city echoed with the chaos , each vying for dominance in a ruthless city. Gaege's heart raced as he meticulously checked his gear, a mix of adrenaline and fear coursing through his veins. This heist was not his usual, sure he was highly trained but he had never gone up against multiple vicious groups at once. this heist was a desperate attempt to secure his family's survival.

As he prepared to step into the shadows, Gaege's thoughts drifted to Angel, the very reason he was willing to risk everything. The family's grip on their territory was slipping, if any other group if not him, they were fucked. the only two places it would be safe in, would be his families possession, or the Gambino's--as hard as that is to admit.. He could almost feel the tension in the air, a palpable reminder that failure was not an option. With a final glance in the mirror, he steeled himself for the night ahead, knowing that every decision he made could alter the course of his family's fate. The stakes were high, and as he slipped out of his room and into the living room "you ready, son?" Richard appeared out from the darkness of the room, making Gaege retaliate ever so slightly.

"Jesus, do I need to put a bell on you? yeah im ready." he played his hand timidly over his chest, straightening out his posture, heading towards the door as Reekid, Josh, Grant , Kevin, Joseph and Mully got up the from the couch and walked up beside him. "can I come!!" Angel appeared infant of them, moving quick to block the door "no angel, its the final boss Cookie Monster stage" Reed rolled his eyes and shook his head "whyyyy!!!" 

"Angel, he's right. its too dangerous for a little girl." Gaege leaned down and rubbed her head "we won't be long alright. just go watch movies.." he lightly moved her out of the way "you guys never want me to go places!!!" she screamed, upset with the group, bursting out into pools of tears and quickly sprinting into a different room. 

Gaege watched her run away and let out a defeated sigh "lets go." 

and they all walked out of the door.

it didn't take them long to arrive since Grant has an extreme fascination with speeding wherever he went, earning himself the nickname 'rusher' which was widely known through Gotham as he was one of the most notorious get away drivers. he has quite literally never been caught by the cops or any antagonist.

upon their arrival at the location of the drug heist, his senses heightened and alert to the surrounding environment. The air was thick with tension as they surveyed the scene, acutely aware of the potential threats posed by rival gangs that were notorious for their ruthless pursuit of narcotics.

 "alright, split up" He positioned himself strategically, ensuring he had a clear line of sight to both the entrance and the shadows where adversaries might lurk whilst the rest of them scurried to a secure spot which were all close together but strategic so they could close in at any given time, hearing gunshots in the distance, which was most certainly other people coming for it. The stakes were high, and Gaege understood that any misstep could lead to violent confrontations, not only jeopardizing the operation but also his own safety. His heart raced as he contemplated the implications of the impending transaction, knowing that the presence of other factions could escalate the situation into chaos at any moment.

As he stood there, Gaege's mind raced with thoughts of the various gangs that might be lurking nearby, each with their own motives and agendas. He had heard whispers of a particularly aggressive group that had been making waves in the area, and the last thing he wanted was to find himself caught in the crossfire of a turf war. With every passing moment, he remained vigilant, scanning the horizon for any signs of movement that could indicate the approach of competitors. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and Gaege's instincts told him that the heist would not go off without a hitch. He steeled himself for the possibility of confrontation, knowing that his ability to remain composed and strategic could very well determine the outcome of the night.