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Prosciutto : Magpie

Last one, I'll probably disappear again whoops... Thanks for all the love this morning 💕

"What is your relationship with this woman?" the goth asked, surprisingly stern in his tone. Swallowing, his underling looked away before answering, scanning the room for you.
"There is no room for love or sweetness in this line of work."
Chuckling, Risotto swirled his drink in the glass, watching the amber nectar ripple and crash icecubes against the glasses edges.
"I know how it feels to love a woman." He looked around the room, crimson eyes sweeping over the heads of stupid men who'd pay through the nose for a mere moment with these sorts of women. "And I know that you love this little Magpie you talk so much about, don't you? Tell the truth."
Taking a moment to grit his teeth before answering, it was a bet that Prosciutto didn't want to risk. Falling in love with you was dangerous for the pair of you.
He knew this but, your smile made his stomach burst with a thousand coloured butterflies. The way you looked up at him and your soft touches on his body. The mind blowing, incredible sex between the two of you wasn't mere lust or infatuation. He wasn't sure he could even find it within himself to lie to his capo.
"I don't want Passione to get their hands on her, so I've kept my distance. I can't protect her. She's... Nieve, sometimes."
"Well, that makes it easier. We find the information we need and we go. Nothing else."
Though firm, it was comforting to know that the scary boss understood his predicament despite the occupations they held. Prosciutto didn't know anybody with a love interest in Passione despite his colleagues Sorbet and Gelato, and the Boss at some point due to him having a daughter, so he certainly wasn't sure if he could make it work between you and him.
Gulping on his drink, he pointed a finger towards the stage.
"There she is. She's the main entertainment in this place."
Drums and horns boomed as you were introduced by some stupid stage name, men clamouring and gagging to see your cabaret act. Risotto seemed confused. This was not the kind of person he has expected to see.
"This is your ace thief?"
"Don't judge her by sight. She'll be selling watches and jewellery out of here by midnight."

The men drank and watched your performance, ignoring your cues to them to get out. It was dangerous for men like them to be seen speaking to you, that was the other side of the same coin. After the show had ended, other entertainment resumed, leaving you to perform your other duty.
"Here she comes," Prosciutto stated, notably uncomfortable.
"Well," you huffed, sitting at their table and glaring at Prosciutto as you lowered yourself. "I see you finally decided to show your face." Sighing, the stand user inhaled thickly on a cigarette, aiming a grimace at you.
"Come off it, Magpie," he teased, putting it out in the ashtray central to the table. "I've been busy. You should know better."
"You should know better than to come round here without calling, you absolute weasel."
"We're not here for that. This is my capo, Risotto Nero."
Your eyes floated over to look more closely at this dark beast sat opposite. He was tall and handsome, with piercing, blood red eyes and an all round cold aura about him.
"Buonasera," you greeted, holding a hand to sort of gesture to him. Shaking hands in seedy lines of work was frowned upon and potentially deadly. "I apologise for Prosciutto dragging your business into this." Shooting daggers at him, he did the same to you, like a child. Snickering, Risotto took the helm.
"We need information. Two members of our team were killed and one was sent back in pieces. We've finally got a photograph of the sick fuck who did it. Rumours are he's in the organisation, but he may well frequent downtown." Handing you a CCTV photograph, you looked at it long and hard. The character was skinny and wild looking, green hair shooting off in all directions around his scalp. He seemed to be of average height, but his attire was what really stood out to you.
"Are those surgical gloves?"
"This was taken round the back of the hospital, where they put the trash out. There's no records of a man like this working there."
"That's creepy. I've never seen anyone looking like that come in here, but I can do some digging." Pausing for a moment, you bowed your head. "I'm sorry about your team members, Signor Nero."

Before he could leave, you felt a calling from deep within you. Your heart begged you to make a move before it was too late and he vanished again. You were sick of just fucking around, occasionally screwing one another after a cocktail of drink and sometimes drugs. You thought your face was obvious, but it was hard to tell what he wanted, and you had so desperately tried to convince yourself that you weren't in love with him.
Prosciutto's ticker was thumping so hard against his chest, his clothes were vibrating and his ears were burning. You peered up to look at him, one more time, maybe the last time but, that stone cold look of his was... Different. Staring at you with thin, sharp brows and his miserable frown, the muscles told you that he had to go. But his eyes, caressed you like soft cotton. There was a scream of anguish behind them. His gaze dropped to your lips, his own bottom lip being worried a little amidst nerves. Prosciutto couldn't act slick or level headed anymore. You weren't just 'some chick'. Beneath the layers of makeup, the sexy dresses and that feisty attitude was the woman he had come to love so dearly, and he couldn't let that go. Not now. He was done with his lies.
The man was thinking so fast but, he wanted to slow it down, to settle down, to get married, to have a family to come home to. It had always been his dream.
Finally, you took a deep breath and met his deep stare directly. But he got there first.
"I-I can't-!" His eyes blew up a bit, surprised by his confession coming out like vomit. "...Because of the mob."
"I don't care about that, you fucking idiot-!"
Grabbing your chin, you were wrenched into a passionate, hard kiss, completely reciprocated by yourself. His slender fingers snaked up around your face, softening up and holding you weakly. Smoothing your hands up over his stomach, his lips pulled away before deepening, clamping around your top lip. Touching again, one last time, you pulled away slack jawed, holding onto his lapels and pressing his forehead against yours. Breathing in, you pulled away gently and sighed, shutting your eyes as you bumped noses.
"I don't want to put you in harms way. That outweighs everything else I want to do to you."
"Well, I'll make it easy for you. If you aren't going to do something serious about this, don't bother coming back."
He jumped to your lips, capturing them in one final heated kiss before letting go of you.
"Fucking Magpie," he mumbled, straightening his jacket before walking towards the exit. Turning round, he nodded with a grin. You replied with narrowed eyes and a smouldering simper.
"If you come back, you might get to."
"Give me that information, I'll give you what you want."
Chuckling, you waved him off daintily leaving him to go back to the car.

Getting into the passenger side, Risotto wasn't in much rush to start the car.
"You look smart."
"Fuck off," he snapped, trying not to laugh through his sentence. "I didn't get laid. You would have been sat here for at least an hour."
The pair burst out laughing, driving back to the hideout for a much needed celebration.