Don't mess with the Hellsapwn

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3rd person POV:

After (Y/n) defeated Tiga by throwing him off a bridge, his aunt May, brought the trio to her apartment where she began patching up (Y/n)'s injuries, much to his displeasure.

(Y/n): Where's the old fart.

May: Sleeping in his room.

She holds an ice pack against his bruised face, which he tries to push away only for her to put it back.

May: Stop being a baby!

(Y/n): Stop being a bitch!

Marcus: So how have you been doing May?

May: Besides living with my worthless father... Not that bad.

May: So how did you get into this situation?

(Y/n): What are you on about?

May: Infamous criminals have been hospitalized, according to the news. I'm pretty sure it was you.

(Y/n):.... You can't prove shit.

May: I don't need to.

May: Someone, start talking.

Leona: His step-sister is the daughter of the leader of the biggest criminal organization in the Eastern part of the world.

Leona: After he took her, this moron began rampaging through the city, beating up the generals of the crime organization.

May:(sigh)... That idiot has the worse luck with women.

Leona: Who?

May: His father.

May: Wait a minute, who are you?

Leona: An ex-general of the crime organization he's in the middle of beating up.

Marcus: She's a new member of our gang.

Leona: Nothing's been decided yet!

May: I see, I see...

(Y/n): Are you done holding ice against my face?

May: You should take the day to recover.

(Y/n): You should mind your own god damn business.

Knocking away her hand that held the ice pack, he stood up and walked to the kitchen to get something to eat.

May: Tch...

May:(mumbles) Moron is going to die because he's too stubborn to treat his wounds...

May: Can you two do me a solid?

Marcus: Anything for you.

Leona: Depends.

May: Support him. It looks like he hasn't shut you out, like me, so you're best suited to do it.

Marcus: You worry too much. It's (Y/n) he's strong enough to face anything alone.

May: You would know better than me...

(Y/n): Oi, bitch! Why the fuck don't you have any strawberries!?

May: Heh...

May: Visit more and I'll start stocking up!

He walks back into the room.

(Y/n): Whatever. By the way, I drank all the milk and microwaved your ice cream for putting ice against my face.

May: You little shit...

(Y/n): We're leaving, I have a Mafia boss to seriously injure.

Leaving the apartment, Marcus, and Leona quickly follow after him.

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