Fictional Character X Reader Oneshots

The apprentice (part 2)

It's been 2 months since I met Jones. I'm now basically training to be an assassin, I've been taught how to shoot, how to fight and kill in hand to hand combat, I'm now highly skilled with a knife and I'm now a fugitive. We live in hiding until we are hired, well, until he is hired, as skilled as I am I am still just left to clean up his mess its always "stay there, watch and take notes." He enjoys his job, to him it's just a big game. He'll play with his victim, push them close to death and leave them for a while before actually killing them. He's a psychopath, but, I like him. He never really says much but what he does say to me I listen to. He says this is the only life he's known. That I was lucky to know a normal life, but that has been wiped from me. I can never see my family, my brothers ever again. As we left the motel that night Jones set it alight. He said I had to disappear and dieing was the best way to do that. My brothers Feli and Lovi, they think I was burnt to death, so they coincidentally don't have a body. But I cant think about home, family, I have neither of those anymore. Whenever I mention anything like family or home in front of Jones I get slapped, straight across the face. I am dead to them so they should be dead to me, that's what he teaches me. There is a way I could see them again, it's not an idea I like but if I can see them again it's all I have.
"Scusami, Jones?" I tapped on his shoulder.
"What is it?" He turned around, cleaning a knife.
"I-I've had an idea.. About my family-" before I could say another word I received a slap across the face.
"I said they're dead to you! You have me and only me!"
"I know but wouldn't you want the help of the two men who started the Italian mafia?"
"I am a Hitman. I work alone. I don't need them."
".. Okay. Scusa Jones. I won't bring them up again."
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It just so happened his next job was in Rome. I am so close to home it was unbelievable... No. I have no home. Jones told me to leave the motel in which we were staying. Said this was a private job. I walked around for a while before returning. He should be done by now. I opened the door to have a knife embed itself in the doorframe inches from my head. "What did I tell you?"
"Scusa." I spoke. Turning away.
"Y-Y/N?" That voice! I know that voice.
"Feliciano!!" I ran over to my bloody and bruised brother tied to a chair. I heard the click of a hand gun behind me. I quickly tripped him and pinned him to the floor. "Give me a chance! I know what I'm doing!" I walked over to my brother.
"Fratello. Te amo." I rested my forehead on his. "But if you want to live, I don't want Feli. I need Luciano."
"I can't. Sorellina. I can't." He breathed, blood dripping from his nose and mouth.
"Fratello. I cannot leave this life now. If you want to be with me. I need Luciano. Please. Let him have control." I could see him fighting his inner self.
"Okay." He sat up, he looked me in the eyes. His eyes filled with sorrow.
"I'm sorry it has to be like this. I'm sorry I disappointed you Fratello." His hair darkened and reddened slightly his eyes also turned a deep red. He looked up with a sadistic smile. I turned back to Jones. "There. This was my suggestion. My brother's darker self. Luciano."
"What part of I work alone don't you understand?"
"You work with me."
"You are different my little Italian. You have more benefits than your killing skills." He smirked. "They're right you know. Italians are excellent lovers." He spoke, referring to how he used my body at the end of a particularly long job. I say used. I allowed him. It was enjoyable for me too.
"Fine. If he doesn't come neither do I." I smirked. Knowing he wouldn't want rid of me.
"Deal. But I am in charge."
"Always. Sir." I spoke straddling his hips again. "Let's go wreak some havoc." I said running my hands over his chest, as my hair darkened to black and my eyes faded to red.