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Kid Blink x Reader | Mafia

Implied shrexual tension, but don't worry it isn't smut

June 4th, 1934

I just visited a family who's oldest man had just been killed by the Mafia for not repaying them from their loan. I'm currently a wannabe detective, but I'm not allowed on any cases since I'm too young. I'm only 21 but apparently that's too young to be on these cases.

I walk up to the mother, who is currently in tears.

"Miss, do you know anything about the man who contacted your husband about a loan?" I ask her. She starts to think for a moment and I pull out my notepad.

"I believe the man said his name was Vinnie, but I don't know, it could have been an alias. He had a suit and slicked back black hair. He seemed very intimidating. Do you think that my husband got a loan from a loan shark?" She asks. I sigh and finish writing everything down.

"I don't just think he got killed by a loan shark, I think he was killed by the mafia. I've been on their case for about four months and I've seen three identical cases to this. But you can't tell anyone, or else they might find out I'm onto them. Do you have any ideas of who this mafia could consist of or where their hideout is?" I ask her, but she shakes her head.

"No. I mainly just work around the house. I suppose I'll need to get a job to feed our six kids now. But thank you, anyway. You're so brave as a women to be doing this work," she says, I just tip my hat.

"It's no worry. Have a lovely day, miss," I say and walk towards the door.

"You too," she calls out as I shut the door.

I pull out my cigar and bring it to my lips. Doing this kind of work is very stressful, especially with people thinking I'm not cut out for it because I'm a girl. I think that it's best to head home and put up my evidence.

As I walk in my door, I string up my new evidence and start connecting the points with a red string. Just looking at my board frustrates me. So I decide to take a step back, looking at the evidence bit by bit.

Then it suddenly clicks. The mafia is in this very town. They've never struck anyone else. One man, who's brother died, said that the leader's name they used was "The Blind Diamond", so that must mean that his vision is impaired in some way.

That's it! I'll bring the evidence to the police tomorrow and then they'll search for all visually impaired men and check them. I feel bad for the people who are going to be searched, but it's what needs to be done.

But right now I'll need some rest.

I walk to my room and change out of my investigator clothing, switching into a night gown, proud of my work today. 'I'll finally catch that evil scum once and for all!' I think as I lie my head down on my pillow.

As I wake up, I feel myself becoming angry. I'm not a morning person. I stand up and walk into my kitchen and start making my morning coffee, making sure to remember my notepad before I go out.

I pour the coffee into a mug and walk out the door. But as soon as I exit, there's a rag pressed against my mouth and nose. I try to hold my breath and fight back, but I eventually take in a deep breath in and feel my consciousness slip away.

As I wake up, I find that I'm tied down to a chair. I try to wriggle out, but that just tightens the ropes and it hurts.

"Careful, girlie. Don't wanna end up hurting yourself, now," a voice says from the shadows.

"Who are you and why am I here?" I ask. The person chuckles and walks out of the shadow, revealing a young man with an eyepatch. 'Visually impaired'.