juicyfruitsnacks x reader // mafia

dinner?

tap tap tap*

water droplets plopped against the wet rot wooden frame of y/ns window, which was slid open wide.
her reading glasses sat comfortably on the end of her nose bridge, squinting her eyes down at the book in her hand. this was her definition of a perfect rainy day. enjoying the ambience of the gloomy day, the sound of the rain dripping onto her windowsil innocently yet repetitively.
humming softly to the ballad of her radio which intwined with her hums in a beautiful harmony,
"my mine" by jhene aiko dancing throughout the air— that is until a certain obnoxious mexican entered her room.

"holaaa mama" the muscular man skipped into y/n's room, joy radiating off of him without a single care that he was entering unannounced- nor without permission.
turning her head, y/n raised an eyebrow and set her book down upon her desk that sat infront of the window "hello, eddie" she rolled her eyes playfully.
"your papi wants you soon" eddie approached the girl fast and tackled her in a hug, receiving a laugh from y/n "and i havent talked to you in- well feels like forever. ive came to get the tea"

eddie spoke in a immitation of a 'gay guy' voice and flopped onto her bed beside the desk. "welll, i dont really know what there is to hear" she shrugged innocently and ditched where she once sat on the chair and hopped in place next to eddie.
"everything important ive done, youve been with me" she glanced down at the male who was checking his nails sassily. "mm ok gurrllllll- well. although that is true, i have some things to tell u. but first go see ur daddy!"

eddie ushed and slapped her on the leg, giving her a start up jolt to kick her into gear before she actually jumped up and left the room with a whined "fineeeee!"

—

making her way down to her fathers office, the young girl thought over many things her father could want. probably another mission. nothing dramatic really passed her head due to well, it had been three days since Gaege fell into her bed— so there was really no other burdens on her mind.

"yes daddy?" y/n invited herself into the orange lit room, the floorboards creaking underneath her as she stepped into the thick air—tension surrounding her the second she made eye contact with the stern man. "we have an issue over at the genovese mansion, so we are paying a visit. i need to discuss with Richard, dress nice?"

the womans eyes grew wide as she listened to the words that rolled off her fathers tongue so forcefully, her head immeditely tilting to the side in confusion "umm, why?" she questioned , concern laced throughout her voice as she watched her father flip through pages of files in a red case, his gaze set on them and nowhere else. "well, darling, if you must know— the cut throats are back in town" he replied blankly, his leg bouncing subconsiously as he skimmed through the files rapidly.

y/n's felt her feet grow cold upon hearing his reasoning, her heart sinking to her stomach— swallowing down a large gulp "t-the cut throats?" she whispered hesitantly.

the 'Cut Throats' were one of the other very infamous groups that ran gotham, causing havoc and trouble wherever they stood. They had a history of breaking into wherever they pleased, including the Genovese and Gambino mansion. Y/n was much younger the last time it occured, but the memory of waking up to a six foot male standing at the end of her bed was one that imprinted permanentely into her mind. Thankfully the family was able to fight them out but this gang was nothing to take lightly—they were not supposed to be back in gotham. The Cut Throats are vicious. Every mission they are set on is to win or die, which is why the last time they passed through gotham— The Genovese and Gambino families originally created their 'treaty' to not harm any of eachother's major family members.

It was probably the one time during a massive battle, the two families helped eachother rather than fought eachother. this gang was large and just down right bad, they had no genuine reason to attack people- they just did it. As in where the Gambino and Genovese family were more of businesses, only dealing with what needed to be done but of course a few dirty jobs to benefit them. Cut throats were basically a huge suicidal tornado, destroying everything in their path.