Mafia boss stole my heart (Billdip)

Dipper

(Dipper pov)

I sigh as I walk through the streets my camera hanging around my neck and satchel strap across my chest. All I need is one big story to show everyone that I'm a serious journalist and not some kid running around with a camera. But unfortunately no matter how hard I look every lead I get ends up in a dead end. I look through the pictures on my camera them mostly being pictures from smaller stories like pickpocketing or employees getting under paid. A few pictures are just from when my twin sister Mable stole my camera and took pictures of herself and her pet pig Waddles. I just wish that I could get one decent story to show people that I am a journalist.

I pass my an alleyway when I hear some dark laughter. I turn back and peeking around the wall I see a small group of men dressed fancy standing over a man on the ground. The one on the ground is wearing a dirty and ripped suit and looks like he's crying. They all have their back to me. The one thing that stands out is the laugh of one of the men, it sends chills down my spine. I see under his fedora he seems to have blonde hair but it's hard to really tell from here. I see him pull a gun out of his pocket and shoot a bullet through the head of the man on the ground. I put a hand over my mouth to hide my gasp. Holy shit! I can't believe I just witnessed a murder. One on hand I should run and tell the police. But on the other hand if I get a picture of this it will make for a terrific story that I can write about then I can tell the police. I lift up my camera and take a picture of the men, the blond still holding his gun over the body, and I see them all freeze up as the flash on my camera goes off. Fuck! How could I fucking forget about the stupid flash?! The blonde one looks over at me with a glare and that is when I choose to start running away from them.

I run as fast as I can and I hear them running behind me. I run through different twists and turns throughout the alley trying to lose them. After some time I don't hear them behind me anymore so I stop and turn back panting exhausted from running, sweat dripping down my forehead. I hold my camear and look at the picture I took, thankful that despite all of that running it came out as one of the best pictures I've ever taken so far. "Nice picture. You definitely have good photogrophy skills for someone so young." I freeze hearing someone behind me. I slowly turn around and see the blonde man standing there smirking down at me. Before I can even move he clamps his gloved hand over my mouth pushing me up against the wall and holding my left wrist tightly against the wall making me let go of my cameral. Thankfully the camera strap was still around my neck. I struggle against his grip, my screams and yells for help muffled under his hand. "Stop it. If anyone around hears you I won't hesitate to kill you, you fucking brat."

I see a black SUV pull up near the alleyway exit. A man with green hair steps out with a roll of duct tape in his hand and makes his way towards us. He tears a strip of duct tape off and as the blonde man removes his hand off my mouth the tape is quickly put over my mouth to keep my screams and shouts for help muffled. The blonde man holds me as the man with green hair ducts tape my wrists together. They each grab one of my arms and drag me to the SUV forcing me into the back seat. The man with green hair gets in the driver's seat as the blonde one gets in the back next to me and they begin driving. I see the blonde one roll his window down and take a cigarrette out of his pocket and lights it blowing the smoke out the window. I look over at him fear in my eyes. He glances at me an annoyed look in his eyes. "Don't give me that look brat. You got yourself into this by snooping around where you don't belong. You a cop or something? If you are, you're doing a bad job." I frantically shake my head no. He grabs my throat with his free hand making it hard for me to breath. "If I find out you're lying, you'll be dead in a heartbeat." He takes a drag of his cigarrette and blows the smoke right in my face making me cough his grip on my throat already making it hard to breath. Tears from fear slip down my cheeks as muffled fearful whimpers escape my mouth. His gaze seems to soften as he lets go of my throat flicking his ciagarrette out the windwow and wipes the tears off my face making me flinch. "Calm down. We won't hurt you as long as you don't give us a reason to."

The car stops and I look out the window seeing we're at a big warehouse. The men get out of the car, another car behind us. Men open the door and pull me out of the car, two men holding my arms as they lead me through the twisting halls of the warehouse. We eventually stop at an office, the blonde man sits on the desk and a smaller boy with blue hair stands next to him, fiddling with his fedora in his hands looking uncomfortable. The take my camera off from around my neck and pull my notebook out of my satchel and hand it to the blue hair boy as he begins looking through my notes and pictures on my camera. The men force me to sit in a very cushioned seat.

"I'm going to ask you some questions and as long as you answer honestly nothing bad will happen to you. If we take the tape off your mouth promise not to scream?" I give a small nod yes. He snaps his fingers and one of the men tears the tape off of my mouth making me wince since it stung. "First things first what is your name?"

"D-Dipper....Dipper Pines." I see him crack a smile and laugh a little.

"What kind of name is that?"

I look to the side embaressed. One of his men grab my chin harshly and force me to look back at him. "L-Look under my bangs."

The blonde man leans forward and lifts my bangs off my forehead seeing my birthmark. "Interesting." He leans back. "So why were you in that alley taking our picture."

"I'm a journalist for the Daily News. Well technically junior journalist. I've only been working there for a few months so they don't let me write any big or good stories, mostly just fluff pieces. I thought if I could write one big story then they would give me some good stories to write for once."

The boy with blue hair pulls on the blond's sleeve showing him something on the camera. The blond holds the camera and shows me the picture they were looking at, it being a picture of Mabel and Waddles. "Who's she? Must be someone important if you let them use your camera."

Fuck fuck fuck this isn't good. I can't let my sister get involved in this mess. "N-no one important, just a collegue of mine." My gaze drifts to the left to avoid eye contact.

My head gets turned violently to the side pain flaring in my right cheek, it slowly dawning on me that he just slapped me across the face. "I don't like liars. I despise liars. Tell me who the girl is right now." He gets close to my face growling slightly.

"I-I-I.....Sh-she....u-uh....." I stutter for an answer then I feel him slap me again only harder and on the same cheek. "I didn't even say anything!"

He grabs my throat making it hard for me to breath. "You were trying to think of a lie. I. Don't. Like. Liars." He lets go of me and walks behind me as I cough for air. I open my mouth to try to say something when I feel a cloth in my mouth and feel him tie it around my head, any words I try to say are now muffled under the cloth. "Take him to the interrogation room. I'll deal with him when I'm done with some other buisness." Two man grab me by the arms and begin dragging me down a dimly lit hallway as I kick and struggle, my screams and protests muffled under the gag in my mouth. Oh fuck what have I gotten myself into.