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You gently sipped your drink, eyes carefully scanning the room. You were surrounded by beautiful people, decked out in their finest gowns and suits – after all, this gala was the biggest event of the year. It only felt right for you to set your plan – your pride and joy, the biggest heist of your entire career – into motion at this party. You gently set your glass on the bar beside you, eyes locking on your first target of the night – a blonde haired boy, donning a brilliant blue suit with gold accents. His striking eyes seemed to look right past you, towards a group of younger adults that you recognized as his gang – Passione, was it? – You allowed him to walk past you without attracting his attention, being careful to turn slightly once he passed so that you could watch him approach his friends. They all greeted each other warmly, and you smiled cockily to yourself.
If only they knew what you were up to.
You carefully walked towards the grand staircase just past the bar, casually checking for anyone watching you before ascending the steps. As you determinedly walked through the maze of hallways upstairs, you retraced your plan in your head.
Step 1: Infiltrate the gala, which was sponsored by the young Don Giovanna as a publicity stunt.
Step 2: Find the room in which the young Don kept the L’Incomparable necklace, which was worth a disgusting amount of money
Step 3: Steal the necklace and get out quick.
It seemed simple enough. You turned a corner, and were faced with two men in black suits standing at a door. You smiled meekly at them, stepping slowly towards them. “Miss, this area is not open to the patrons of the party-“ Before the first guard could finish his sentence, you had grabbed the other guard by the throat, turning him to use as a human shield as the other guard drew his gun. You pulled your small handgun from your holster on your thigh, and pointed it directly at him, arm tight around his partner’s throat.
“Shoot, and I guarantee neither of you are leaving here alive tonight.” You saw him gulp, eyes locked on you before drifting towards your gun’s barrel. In that split moment of hesitation, you twisted your arm from around the guard’s neck, tossing him full-force into his partner. The two slammed into the wall, and you quickly called out your stand to finish them off as quickly and quietly as possible. Once the two guards were knocked unconscious and were hidden in a small vestibule off to the side of the hallway, you smiled.
Simple enough, right?
You carefully opened the door they had been guarding, and immediately felt your heart burst with pride. There it was – the most expensive necklace in the world. You smiled sinisterly, and stepped forward. Suddenly, you heard a click behind you. You turned your head slightly, and immediately recognized the young, brunette man as one of Don Giovanna’s right-hand men. Guido Mista, you remembered from your research. You began reaching for your handgun, but not before he could interrupt. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” You closed your eyes, and raised your hands as you slowly turned to face the stern-faced man. He had his gun drawn, pointed directly at your face. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his frowning expression created lines around his eyes. You licked your lip, trying to think of the quickest and cleanest way to get yourself out of this.
“Well, I have to say, I really didn’t expect you of all people to be the one to ruin this for me.”
Mista scoffed. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You saw his eyebrow cock, hands loosening around his gun for a split second.
A split second that you were absolutely going to take advantage of.
You ducked and quickly dove forward, head tucked underneath the man’s chin. You barreled your shoulder into his gut, and heard him expel air as the two of you were sent flying against the door, effectively slamming it shut. You saw his gun go flying towards the corner of the room, and you quickly sat up, pining the man down with your bent knees on top of his arms. You simultaneously drew your handgun and called out your stand, cocking your pistol with a smile. “.. Did you really want me to elaborate on that, or did you just want to get this over with quickly?” Mista stared up at you, chest heaving slightly. You trailed the barrel of your gun along his jawline. “Oh, I’m sorry, Guido, am I scaring you?” He licked his lips in response, eyes drifting between you and your stand for a moment before he locked his gaze onto yours.
“What are you here for? I can help.” You cocked your head to the side slightly, sitting back onto his chest.
“Why would I believe you would want to help me rob your best friend?” You saw him swallow, and blink hard.
“Well, I mean, when the choice is either let a pretty lady blow my brains out or help her steal a fuckin’ necklace, I think you know which option is the obvious one.” You smiled, and swiftly stood up, gun still focused on the man on the ground.
“You can help by watching the door and keeping your mouth shut.” He nodded once, scrambling to stand before standing with his back against the closed door, eyes trained on you.
“Everyone else is occupied – I only came up here ‘cause, uh..” You cocked an eyebrow at him before turning back towards the expensive necklace that rested in a glass display case in the center of the room.
“Because what?” You heard him cough, and could tell he was embarrassed about what he was preparing to confess.
“I saw you walkin’ up here and thought I could talk to you for a moment? You’re just so, ah, alluring, I guess?” You laughed, once, and slowly slipped a pair of white dress gloves onto your hands that you had procured from your tiny handbag.
“Alluring?”
“Y-yeah, y’know, like – you’re very beautiful and I wanted to talk to you, okay?” You smiled at the flustered man over your shoulder as you slowly lifted the glass case from over the necklace.
“You’re too kind, Mista. Helping me secure this artifact worth millions and complimenting me? You sure are a catch.” You turned back towards the necklace, eyes glowing as your fingers gently lifted it from the red velvet pillow it rested on. You carefully placed it into your purse before turning to face Mista. You smirked at him as you approached, and carefully traced a gloved finger along his jaw. You felt him clench the muscle beneath your touch, and you leaned in, dangerously close to his ear. “Couldn’t have done it without you, handsome,” and you placed a gentle kiss along his jaw. You reached behind him to open the door, and smiled coyly as you slipped around him. You checked your surroundings before quickly retreating, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you descended the staircase nonchalantly. You briefly glanced behind you to find Mista trailing, face red and eyes panicked. You winked at him, smirk clear on your face as you turned the corner towards the main exit of the mansion.
And with that, you had exited the gala and made away with the biggest treasure of your career.
X
As you strolled the star-lit streets of Naples, you clutched your handbag to your side, your other hand brushing over your concealed gun as you strode towards your safehouse. Your eyes were trained at the stars, smiling so hard you swore your cheeks would tear from the joy. With the money from this necklace, you would able to retire – even though you probably wouldn’t, seeing as you enjoyed the thrill and danger of each mission you attended to. As you dreamed of what was to come for you, you vaguely heard a car creep up behind you.
Before you could react, you heard a door open, and felt a pair of hands cover your mouth with a sweet-smelling cloth before forcing you into the sleek black car, your vision blurring into nothingness.
X
As you regained your consciousness, you tried to blink, but your eyes felt too heavy. You immediately cursed yourself under your breath for allowing someone to ambush you, and felt the darkness that surrounded you lighten as the blindfold around your eyes was removed. As your eyes adjusted to the harsh light you were seated under, you realized you were sat in front of Don Giovanna himself, with Mista standing alongside the Don’s plush armchair behind the desk. You tried to reach your hands to your face, only to find they had been tied to the chair you were seated on, as well as your torso. You panicked slightly, and met eyes with the Don. He smiled, and you immediately froze.
“Ah, the infamous (y/n). It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” He started, nodding politely to you. You clenched your jaw, eyes immediately moving towards Mista. He avoided your eyes, his hands hidden behind his back with a stern look on his face.
“If you’re going to kill me, don’t even bother with these pleasantries beforehand,” You started, and Giorno held a hand up to silence you.
“Mi amore, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done so before you had even left the gala with the necklace in your possession.” At that, you froze. He had known all along?
He smiled once more, leaned forward onto the desk. “Tesoro, you have a very distinguishable face. I would recognize you anywhere. Did you think it was a coincidence that Mista had followed you upstairs?” You blinked, eyes suddenly burning at the thought of your plan failing before it had even truly begun.
“This – this has never happened before –“ you started, and Giorno silenced you with yet another smile.
“Ah, but you’ve never gone up against Passione, mio caro.” You glanced at Mista, then back at Giorno.
“Wha- why aren’t you going to kill me?”
“Well, you see,” Giorno started, leaning back once again in his chair, crossing one of his lean legs over the other, “Mista hear insisted that I hear you out. He told me of your strength, and of your intelligence, among.. other things.” You felt your face flush, and fluttered your eyes towards Mista, looking up at him through your lashes. He had saved your life? He merely smiled in response, a toothy grin that he offered you along with a wink. You felt your face flush. “And so, my question is this – while you are obviously a skilled woman, loyalties are extremely important to my people and I,” Giorno started, gesturing to Mista and himself, as well as a general hand gesture that meant to include the rest of Passione, who were not immediately present, “And while I would like to have you working alongside us, I need reassurance that my faith is not going to be wasted. Can you prove to me that you’ll work with us, and only us?”
You swallowed, pursing your lips before locking your gaze onto Giorno’s. “Of course.”
Giorno offered you a warm smile, and rose from his seat. He walked to the front of the desk, and untied your hands before taking a knee, his face dangerously close to yours as he untied your torso from it’s confine against the seat. As he finished, he looked up at you, hands coming to rest on top of your on the chair’s armrests.
“Now, mi amore, may I have my necklace back?”