Fictional Character X Reader Oneshots

The apprentice.- Hitman Jones x reader (part 1)

"I love you both but I need to get out and see the world. I'll always come back to you two. You're my brothers for god sake." The two watched as I walked towards the door. "Arrivederci Feli. Arrivederci Lovino."
"Addio sorellina" Feli called as I picked up my bag. I walked out the door and down the street to the nearest bus station from which I took a bus to the airport. Ok. Close my eyes and pick.... Florida. Nice place to start. Lovi told me a guy he knows, Alfred, lives there. I board the flight and sleep through.
I step out into the hot sun and tuck my light brown hair behind my ear. I walk to a motel and check in. I walk up to my room and unpack. I was just sat reading a tourist guidebook when someone knocked on my door. I opened the door and a male figure ran in, shut the curtains and door and turned off the lights.
"Woah. Who are you? What are you doing?"
"My name isn't important just be quiet." He grabbed my wrist and placed his other hand over my mouth. The hand around my wrist felt slightly wet. I couldn't see what it was. Someone else knocked on the door.
"Excuse me miss. Is everything okay in there?"
The strange man pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "everything is fine."
"Si signore."
"Have you seen a man running through the halls?"
"No scusa."
"Thank you very much. Sorry for the interruption miss." As I heard him walk away the guy let go of me. I turned on the lights and looked at him. His white shirt was bloodied and so were his hands and his face. I looked at my wrist to see the same red liquid. I went to scream but his hand covered my mouth again.
"Do not scream." I nodded and he let go. I turned to face him, short blond hair and blue eyes. His glasses speckled with blood. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "You're a Vargas."
"What? How did you know?"
"The Italian and the trademark curl gave it away." He pulled out a small black hand gun and aimed it at me. "Shame you'll have to be killed. You've seen too much. You can identify me." I raised my hands.
"No. Please signor. I won't say anything." He thought for a minute.
"You're an Italian-"
"Sicilian. Actually. Lovi and Feli are my older brothers."
"Anyway so that means you're familiar with the mafia."
"Yes."
"You could come in useful. Come with me." He held a hand out to me.
"But."
"Come with me or die. Your choice. I'm not fussed either way." I took his hand and shook it.
"I'll do it. If you tell me your name."
"Just Jones. Call me Jones."
"I'm-"
"-don't tell me. First names are far too easy to recognise. You will be Vargas. End of. Now come with me." I packed my bag and followed him out of the motel.