juicyfruitsnacks x reader // mafia

cut throats

(A/N: less lazy para for u guys. There isn't much Y/n in this chap but its for the plot init)

Gaege approached the clandestine hideout of "The Cut throats" , the engine of his sleek Porsche 911 purring softly as he navigated the overgrown path leading to the ragedy structure. The building, once a hub of activity, now stood in a state of disrepair, its walls crumbling and windows shattered, a stark reminder of its former glory. After the last Battle against the Cut Throats, The Genovese family made it their duty to make it unliveable--but clearly they didn't mind its desolate appearance. Gaege knew that beneath the surface lay an underground bunker, a hidden stronghold that could serve as a strategic point for their gang, as if no one would find out its there in the first place. The air was thick with tension as he parked his car, the sound of gravel crunching underfoot echoing in the stillness, signaling his arrival at this forsaken location, parking in the far left side of the building so his car was unseen in the darkness.

 As he stepped out of the vehicle, Gaege surveyed the surroundings with a keen eye, his alerts and awareness high for any movement around him, echoes of voices and lively movement rayed off of the hideout. Moving with extreme caution, he slowly moved his goggles over his face and pulled the bottom of his balaclava over his mouth, his entire face covered. quietly making his way to the back door of the building, he noticed a two doored entry way into the basement. The files were being held down there and he had no idea how he was going to get down there unseen. his usual was just to fight and kill his way through getting what he wanted. Listening to the sound of voices slipping through the cracks of the basement door, he decided to enter into the upstairs through a large hole in the wall, the room dark-- although that was no problem saying as he had night vision goggles strapped tightly to his head. ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead in this treacherous territory, he began to make his way in. 

Gaeges senses were heightened by many levels, walking uptown the closed door of the trashed room and gently cracking it open, sticking his head out to look around. It seemed to be clear. no one seemed to be around the area he was in, which was just as bad if he was honest. It meant they were all either in one spot together, or they were in hoards.

Gaege maneuvered with exceptional stealth, his presence nearly undetectable amidst the throng of gang members. The atmosphere was thick with tension, His training in covert operations had honed his skills to perfection, allowing him to blend seamlessly into the shadows. As he navigated the maze of the hideout, he remained acutely aware of his surroundings, his senses heightened by the potential dangers lurking in every corner.As he advanced deeper into the hideout, Gaege encountered a lone guard stationed in a narrow hallway. With a swift and silent approach, he executed a precise maneuver, neutralizing the guard without raising an alarm, shoving him into a nearby cleaning closet soon after. This decisive action allowed him to continue his search unimpeded. Gaege's objective was clear-- to locate the room where the files were stored, a task that required both cunning and agility. Each step he took was calculated, careful not to step where a floorboard was creaky or water damaged. 

Eventually he approached the basement door, hearing the sound of a group down below him, counting each voice-- until he came upon the realisation he was wearing thermal goggles. idiot. Switching them on, he snapped his head around below him and counted each heated outline. There was at least 14 of them down there. calculating a strategic plan in his head, he decided he was going to mend a few of his fathers instructions. There were far too many to sneak by, and the anticipation of his thirst to kill grew too vigorous for the man to ignore, mapping out a perfect plan in his head. There was no way he was going to fail. 

than, he did it. sprinting full speed down the steps, he quickly turned his head towards the light and shot it-- the silencer on his pistol not making a sound apart from the shatter of the overheated bulb. Panicked voice rose loudly as he swiftly looked around, he could see every single one of them. running through them he his other gun out and began to shoot everybody in his sight "he cut the lights out!" a deep voice yelled in a urgent state. turning to the side Gaege was met with a man grabbing him, quick to defend himself  and fight the man off, using the back of his S&M to pistol whip the man so hard he dropped to the ground, sending a bullet right through his head right after. The next 10 minutes was full of Gaege creating an absolute blood bath, gradually making his way into the smaller room where the files were held until he was right infront of it. he kept his gun behind him as he searched for the colour, shooting anybody who stepped foot into the doorway.