『The New Bonnie & Clyde』『Hitman Jones X Mafia Leader!Reader』

The Reina of the Mafia

It was a frigid night, it had been raining hard for the past week. Sitting in her office, [First Name] went through boring paper work, regarding information of the last supply of drugs traded amongst other mafias and gangs.

Then, there was knock on the door, she sighed exhaustedly. "Come in." As soon as the door opened, she put her files down and calmly faced forward. James Williams, also known as Rebel Williams, was the person at the door. He was Canadian, with dirty blonde hair, and always wore sunglasses. However, when he didn't, he looked as if he hadn't slept in over five years.

"What is it, Williams? Did something happen?" She asked the male in front of her, furrowing her eyebrows. James was silent for a few moments, Reina was known to be a rather intimidating woman. He definitely didn't like to piss her off. "Well yeah, first, the cops are getting closer to finding us--" Reina stood up outraged, slamming her fists on the desk. "We just moved locations two weeks ago! What do you mean they're getting closer to finding us, who fucked up this time?" James sighed and shook his head, "No one, those damn cops are just getting smarter and more resourceful!" The exhausted mafia leader groaned in frustration, rubbing her temple's, trying to soothe herself. James watched as she fumed, but then spoke again, slightly annoyed. "I have good news, too, we've been making good sales lately. We've sold off most of the drugs and weapons lately, thanks to Viktor." Reina had some relief, she sighed softly, and sent the Canadian out. "Thank you, Williams." James just nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

[First Name] went back to her tiresome work, and remained lonesome in her office until she finally finished. As she looked up at the clock, she stood up and stretched. 12:45 am. "Damn, it's fucking late-" Reina was suddenly interrupted, the room was quite tranquil until so. "Well, no shit, doll."

The female looked at the direction where the anonymous voice came from. Her eyes landed to the doorway, and in it stood a male. The man had blonde hair, with a white button-up shirt, black dress pants, and suspenders. Reina looked at him curiously, but her face was still fixated with a defiant expression. "Who in the hell are you? And how'd you get in here?" The blonde, mystery male strided toward her, confident in every step he took. "Ah, the name is Jones, Hitman Jones. And you ask how I got in? Well let me break it to you honey- Although your mafia men are tough and clever, they're not as clever as me."

She clenched her fists, and crossed her arms, her tone of voice sounded very sarcastic. "Well, let me tell you something, the James Bond intro? Wow, so original. And, well, I already knew that most of my men can be idiots. But, did you see this coming--?" Swiftly, Reina grabbed a standard-issue M4A1 carbine from under her desk and aimed it at his head. Jones looked at her dumbfounded, but smirked almost immediately. He continued to walk up to her, "Well I'll be damned, that's a big gun, even for a little lady such as yourself." [First Name] stared daggers into him. She scowled at him as she loaded and cocked the gun, ready to shoot. This, Jones character enjoyed the atmosphere and decided to bring out his weaponry. He pulled out two .38 super caliber, semi-automatic pistols, although they were a fair size, he thought that they were a suitable choice.

With both of their weapons drawn, Reina and Hitman Jones ogled at each other as they remained in the same stance, seemingly frozen. Out of the blue, Jones fired a shot first, it missed her. Purposely. [First Name] was fucking pissed, if she was going down, she was going down with a fight.

Reina fired at him, but Jones saved himself a shoulder and ducked, landing on the ground. She fiercely growled, tried to aim for him again. But, Hitman Jones stood up, putting his guns away and held up his hands claiming surrender. [First Name] tilted her head slightly, with a confused expression upon her face. "Hold the fuck up, now, you came all the way over here to try and kill me- Then just give up? What in the hell do you fucking want?" Jones just made a goofy grin and shrugged, "Well, I just wanted to see how interesting it would get if I did try to off you, also I want to do business-" She sneered at him and lowered her weapon, "What kind of business?" The male stood in front of her desk cautiously and firmly placed his hands on it to hold himself up as he leaned against it. "I take out the people you want gone, and I get paid ninety grand for every liability I get rid of."

The female stared at him and spoke fiercely, sitting upright in her chair to show defiance. "And how will I be sure that you aren't a liability?" Jones just smiled at her, tapping his fingers against the dark brown desk. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out, babe." Reina snarled at the nicknames she was being called and that resulted in an intimidating glare, which sent the male a cold chill down his spine. "I 'ought to blow your brains off right now, you goddamn bigot-" Just as she was about to continue calling out Jones with derogatory comments, her men finally came to 'save her.' That only made her even more aggravated. She gave everyone a certain stare, if looks could kill, all of them would be long gone by now. "And where in fuck's name have all of you been? Braiding each other's hair?! You all should know, by now, to stand your fucking guard. Shit, all of you are called tough and clever, yet I only see tough to be clever!" All of her men looked at her with disdain, usually Reina is a very considerate and kind. But, with recent activities, they could all understand why she became another Gordon Ramsay. They all started to surround Hitman Jones, ready and willing to take him down. However, the blonde stranger had some other trick up his sleeve and pulled out one of his .38 super caliber, semi-automatic pistols. The men circling around him like vultures only chuckled as they saw the single gun he pulled out. Jones aimed at the small, window in the ceiling and fired. As the glass shattered, everyone ducked, except for him. He ran out like jackrabbit, then Reina's men frantically followed while one of them stayed with her, Allen. Allen F. Kennedy, also known as Freedom Fighter. He was American, with dark maroon hair, a bomber jacket, black shirt, black jeans, and sunglasses. Both James and Allen were related, and since they wore sunglasses all the time, they were the sunglasses duo. "Damn, are you okay, boss?" Allen looked at [First Name] worried, and she sighed inaudibly, slumping back in her seat.

"Yeah, but it would've been nice if you all came earlier." Reina looked back at Allen, then just shut her eyes. "Sorry about that, the alarm didn't go off until about three minutes ago-" The female opened her eyes and interrupted him quickly, curious to why the alarm didn't go off. "Why, what happened?" Allen pointed towards the outside of the room, and rubbed the back of his neck, exhaustedly. "Someone jammed the system, no doubt it was that dickhead." [First Name] nodded, looking back at her desk. "Make sure you tell Kuro to repair it." Allen gave a small salute, two fingers leaving his eyebrow and made a thumbs up. "Alright, well, bye boss- Oh wait, do you really want us to catch that dude or-" Reina shook her head, still looking at her down at her desk, "No, he could be useful." Her attitude seemed blunt, but not wanting to question her, Allen left and shut the door on his way out. Who the hell was that? Hitman Jones. I think I've heard of that name before. Well, I'll find out once we meet again.

With saying that, she began to work, making research on this Hitman Jones. [First Name] was a determined and powerful woman, if anything, she was going to find out more about this Hitman character.