Guilty Conscience ~ Abbacchio/Fem Reader

Chapter 28: A Liar Bound By The Truth

It was Giorno and Narancia's turn to leave the turtle. Swapping out positions to keep watch from above the sea, the two boys shook off the sleep that tried to consume them and reached their hands to the ceiling. In seconds they had warped out of the turtle and traded places with their fellow mafiosos, Bucciarati and Fugo. The gentle thump of Bucciarati and Fugo's shoes was the only indication that the two groups had switched places.

"How is the search, Y/N," Bucciarati asked the moment he warped back into their secret safe house. "Any leads on who this Diavolo might be? What he might look like?"

"Nothing just yet," Y/N said glancing up from the computer's screen. "But I have a feeling that something is bound to come up soon."  Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the Phantom turned her full attention back to the screen. As she scanned the monitor for any indication of a lead to Diavolo's identity, the couch cushions to her right sunk in a few inches as the two damp mafioso took up their places beside her.

Confused, Y/N looked up at the strawberry blonde and sapphire-eyed boys that eagerly peered over at her screen from their places on the couch. "Aren't the two of you going to get some rest? You've been up there for almost two hours."

"We don't have time to rest," Fugo said in a much calmer tone than usual. "If we don't figure out who the boss is soon, he'll have our heads before we can even spell out his last name."

"Yes, but there's only one computer. And there's three of us. So why don't you all take a quick nap, and I can wake you when I need a break?" Y/N said in full confidence knowing that at no point would she be waking any of them if she needed a break. Breaks could wait, and it was the least she owed them.

"Y/N," Bucciarati said cocking a brow. It was almost as if he knew her secret little plan; that he could somehow see into her mind.

"I'm telling you the truth," she lied. "I'll let you know when my mind is on the brink of turning into goop and then I'll call one of you over to switch places with me. 'Kay?"

A grin as mischievous as the Cheshire Cat himself spread over Fugo's lips as he spared a single, sorry glance toward Y/N. "You shouldn't have said that," is all he mumbled before standing from the now-damp cushions and walking over to the mini-fridge.

Confused yet again, Y/N stared at the strawberry blond with furrowed brows as he sauntered away. But before she could ask why he had such a dickish smirk, Bucciarati leaned across the couch, placed a tender hand on the Phantom's shoulder, and swiped his tongue across her face.

Bruno Bucciarati just licked her.

From the base of her cheek — the very bottom of her jaw — to the upper half of her forehead, Bucciarati pressed his longer-than-average tongue into Y/N's skin.

What. The. Hell.

"You taste like a liar," he said evenly. "You know that I'm not fond of liars."

"You just licked me," was all that Y/N could say.

"Yes," Bucciarati admitted easily. "I have a special talent for finding out whether or not someone is lying based on the taste of said individual's sweat."

"What?"

"You didn't know?" Fugo asked from across the room. Canned drinks, still dewy with cold, sat neatly in his hands. "You're joking, right? Bucciarati's been doing that since well before you joined us. And even during your time on the team, he was doing it."

The thought of the young, put-together, mafioso walking around the streets of Napoli with his tongue ready to lick anyone he suspected of lying mortified and humoured Y/N. How long had he been waiting to do that to me? She wondered. The thought sent a shiver racing down the her back. That can't be sanitary or healthy for him to be doing, can it?