Hard To Crack (R6S Caveira x Male Reader)

Caught

Y/n's Point of View

I woke up at 10, which is pretty early compared to mafia times. I did my hair, brush my teeth with a bottle of jack because I ain't coming back. I peeked into the hallway, making my way to Angelo's room. I knock and wait for him to open. "Come on, we gotta go."

I pull at his arm. "Hold up, what's happening?" He asked while rubbing his eyes.

"I'll explain later. Right now, we need to get a move on." I respond frantically.

"Ok, hold on."

We rush out of the hotel and make it to a heavily wooded area. "So, what's going on?" Angelo asks.

"I got a few texts from that number. They said 'I know what hotel you're in' and 'we're coming for you' and shit."

Angelo looked at me. "Damn, that sounds ser-"

"Hands up!" Someone yells.

I look to Angelo and mouth the word "guns." I grab my ARX160 and the 96FS. "If we die, we die trying. I love you, Angelo. You were one of my only friends. Thanks for being there for me, for not letting my uncle get to me."

Angelo gulps and looks at me with his Spas in his hand. "I love you too, man. We will get through this, one way or another."

"Aw, how sentimental. It would be sad if someone ruined your little bromance." The feminine voice mocked.

I look to Angelo and nod. We stood and started firing at the figures, missing every shot. "Merda! We're pinned!" I yell, trying to load my AR.

"Dichiarate i vostri nomi." The voice said in Italian.

Angelo answers for me. "Angelo e Y/n."

"Why are you running?" The voice asks again.

"Why are you chasing us with guns?" I remark, not wanting to be in this situation.

"Maybe we want to take you in." Another voice said very close to my ear. She put a knife to my throat. "You wouldn't want to lose your precious throat, now would you?" I shook my head as much as I can. "Then don't squirm."

The two females brought us up and handcuffed us. Two Americans came and looked through our bags, both chuckling at our choices. "Pretty boy, you use these?" The bald one asks, holding my ARX160 and Spas 12.

"Didn't use the Spas, but yes." I respond before getting dragged into a van with Angelo. "We're caught in the crossfire, brother."

Angelo sighs and looks down. "This is not good. I can tell."

One of the people that took us jumped in the back. "Why?" She asks in Italian.

"Why what? You need to be more specific, honey." I spit with venom.

"Why were you two working with the White Mask?" She simply said, sitting on a bench.

I sat next to Angelo and stare at her. "Who are the 'White Mask' you speak of?" Angelo asks, messing with his cuffs.

"Alibi, we're at the base. You know what to do."

"On it, Jack." This 'Alibi' character said before she knocked us out.

"He's waki......Cave......take........Wake up, puta." I hear the voices in my sleep.

I was slapped on my cheek, waking me fully. I try to rub my eyes, only to find that my hands and legs were tied. "State your name." The woman with a skull on her face looked at me. She slapped me once again. "I said, state your name."