JJBA x Reader One-Shots

The Winning Side - Giorno x Reader

Warnings: none

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You had always known something like this would happen. Being the daughter of a feared mafia boss had its perks, but it also had a lot of downsides.

One of them being the fact that you were just kidnapped by an enemy gang.

After enough drills, you had learned to stay calm and assess the situation before you acted. You would let them believe you were easy prey.

For now.

When the moment was right, you would make your move. You had endured intensive training from the moment you were born. There was hardly anything that these people could do to you that you weren't prepared for.

You knew you were in a car, that much was certain. The sounds of the busy road made it quite clear. You assumed you were in the back of a van, judging by the fact that you seemed to be moving sideways. Your hands were bound together by a rope, as were your ankles. A bag was over your head to block your vision, though you would have cooperated with them at this stage regardless.

You had struggled at first, putting on an act for whomever had grabbed you. You screamed into the hand that had covered your mouth and thrashed your body. In truth, you could have gotten away quite easily then and there. However, you were eager to please your father, so an opportunity to get some dirt on this rival gang might not be such a bad thing.

The van came to an abrupt stop and you fell out of your seat. You groaned when you hit the metal floor, annoyed when you heard stifled laughter from the person that had been riding with you.

You were yanked out of the van quickly and thrown over someone's shoulder. Since you still had the rope around your ankles, you were carried to your next location. You were sat down in a chair and immediately tied to it.

As soon as you were restrained (quite poorly, to be honest), the bag was removed from your head. You blinked a few times to allow your eyes to adjust to the lighting difference.

You were greeted by the back of a large chair, a desk in between you and your captor. You rolled your eyes at the dramatics.

"What a warm welcome I received," you said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry about that. I told them to be gentle," you heard a voice say. It sounded young and juvenile, about your age.

"Do I at least get to know who you are?" you prompted.

The chair spun around. Seated in the comically oversized chair was a boy that couldn't have been much older than you. His hair was done up in loops across his forehead, a braid down the back. You had to admit that, despite his obviously young age, he was incredibly intimidating.

And you couldn't quite explain why, but he was also incredibly attractive.

You burst into laughter. This had to have been the worst prank anyone had ever pulled. Ever. The man pulled a puzzled look as your laughter echoed through the room.

"Ok, ok... you got me good," you managed to say through your laughter, "now where's the real Don?"

The man furrowed his eyebrows together and stood up from his chair. He walked around the desk and stopped in front of you. In a swift motion, he grabbed your chin and tilted your head upwards so your eyes could meet his.

The icy glare he was giving you sent chills down your spine. That sealed all your doubt right then and there. This boy, no, this man, was the Don. As if you needed more proof, he tightened his grip on your chin.