Hit and Run (Hitman Jones x Reader)

Last One Down

First one up was a preachers son
last one down was an Englishman
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
all dressed up for a hit and run
Na na na na na na na
All dressed up for a hit and run
Na na na na na na na
All dressed up for a hit and run

I stormed into the hotel room where my three co-workers sat.  Alfred immediately came up to me and started asking me useless questions, but I quickly silenced him.  I crossed my arms and sent a glare to the three men in the room.  "Alright, who did it?" I was seething with anger.  My cover had been blown and it had to have been because one of these imbeciles.

Arthur looked at me; confusion in his emerald eyes "Did what, love?"

I let out a sharp laugh, "What do you mean 'did what?' I mean someone blew my cover."

Everyone looked bewildered at my statement.  "But mon ami, who would do such a cruel thing to a beautiful lady?"

I rolled my eyes, "Shut it frog lips."  Francis gasped as his hands flew up to his lips.  No doubt checking to see if my claim was true.  In the end it was probably Francis that had leaked the information. I shook my head, "Francis, it is absolutely disgusting that you would sell us out for a one night stand."

The room was silent at my accusation.  Francis looked like he was about to speak when I felt a hand clasp my shoulder.  I whirled around to see Alfred staring at me with saddened blue eyes.  "Y/N, you know that none of us would ever sell you out."  He let out a cocky smile, "Besides, the pay's too good!"

I scoffed, "Is that all you care about?"

Arthur looked up and held my stare. "Love, you should know that in this business; money is everything." His statement sent chills down my spine.  We were all silent before a noise broke the silence. "Arthur, money isn't everything.  The murder's great too!"  I looked at Alfred with a disgusted look on my face, "Bow Tie, don't ever say that again."

He simply shrugged at my remark.  I threw my hands up in exasperation.  "You know what?  I'm going for a walk."

I had gotten to the plaza of the hotel when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I turned around to see Francis looking at me with concern laced in his eyes.  "Mon ami, may I walk with you?"

"No." And with that I started walking away from him.  Francis raced to catch up with me.  I whirled around to face him, "Didn't I tell you that I didn't want to see you?"

His eyes were pleading with me, "But Y/N, you know that I would never betray you.  How long have we known each other?"  He counted on his fingers, "Twenty years and I have never hurt you."

I muttered under my breath, "That doesn't mean that you haven't been a nuisance."

He cocked an eyebrow, "Was that an apology?"

"For what?" I exclaimed.

He smirked, "For secretly loving me."

I scrunched my nose, "Eww! No way Francis!"  We both started to laugh at my childish outburst. 

He took my face in his hands, "That's the Y/N I know and love."  Out of the corner of my eye I saw a brown blur, but I quickly shrugged it off as one of the tourists.  Francis quickly broke my train of thought, so I didn't have much time to dwell on the figure.  "Y/N, I can assure you that I didn't sell you out, but I cannot say the same for the other two.  Personally, I think that it was that black sheep Arthur."

I sighed, "Francis, I know that you don't like Arthur.  But you can't just go around with sudden accusations!"

"But mon ami, I have proof!"  I gestured for him to go on.  "Isn't it kind of suspicious that we had to go to England to meet with Feliciano?  What is the leader of the Italian Mafia doing in England?  He has to be collecting information.  And who else is from England? That black sheep!"