helluva girlboss

short 6: whacked off

[A/N: Some lines were suggested by Nightw2 on ao3]

Moxxie and Blitza were having a conversation, which was interrupted by the door abruptly banging open. A Sinner who was overweight, wearing a dark trenchcoat, and smoking a cigar came in.

"I got someone I need you to kill. Someone in Luigi's mafia."

"And... who are you?" Blitza asked.

The Sinner blew out smoke. "I was in Luigi's mafia as well."

"Ohhhhhh. Should've guessed that shit. You're literally a walking cliché of mafia people!" Blitza cackled.

"Look, my boss is a pretty good guy for a mobster. Too good a guy to deserve an ungrateful rat like Paulie as a son. In the outside chance Paulie managed to get Luigi taken out, the little shit would run the organization into not just the ground, but into the fuckin' sewer." The Sinner shook his head. "I always knew he was bad news."

BANG! Moxxie slammed his fists on the desk.

"How dare you talk about Paulie like that!" Moxxie snapped at the Sinner. "What makes you believe he's such "bAd NeWs"?! Did you just take those words from his father's mouth?! Are you just following whatever his father says?!"

The Sinner didn't flinch as Moxxie glared daggers at him. But Blitza flinched hard.

"Moxxie! Is everything okay?" She asked, surprised and concerned. "You usually have a more friendly attitude toward clients."

Moxxie sat back in his chair. Blitza put her hand on his shoulder but he roughly shrugged her off, then turned his back on her. He almost never did that.

"I am telling you, it's better for everyone if Paulie gets whacked off." The Sinner insisted. "Especially for Luigi and Luigi's wife."

"Yeah... you can go home, sir. We'll call you when the job is done." Blitza said, waving for him to go away.

Blitza suddenly remembered Moxxie was raised by a mafia boss too. That must be why he got so pissed. But that also means he's the best one for this job.

"Listen, Mox." She turned her chair toward him. "I want you to handle this hit yourself."

"What? Seriously?"

"Why not? I know you can handle it." Blitza encouraged.

Moxxie frowned a bit. "Ma'am, are you sure you want me to do this job alone? The last time I ran a mission, I took a lot longer than I should have trying to do an elaborate undercover investigation on what should have been a simple hit. Not to mention this job hits a bit too close to home for me."

"Well, these are mobsters. You're the best of us at knowing how those fuckers think. Plus, Millie has been having a hankering to get out of the office, and I figured leech-fishing would be something that would give her some exercise but wouldn't be too dangerous in her condition. That means Lunar has to take over in training Stars to handle the receptionist shit. Just don't go fucking around unnecessarily this time and you'll be fine."

Moxxie blinked, his head running with a billion thoughts.

"I mean, if you really don't want to—"

"No, no, I can do it."

Moxxie didn't wanna be the type of guy who pussies out of a job for sentimental reasons. That will just give Blitza and Lunar more leverage to think he's a pussy.

"Perfect!" Blitza ran out of her office and shouted to Millie, "Hey, Mils! Drop whatever the fuck you're doing! We're going leeching right now!"

"FUCK YES!" Millie cheered, scrambling out of her seat.