𝔻 ଠ 𝕃 ℂ 𝔼 𝕊 𝕀 𝔾 ℕ ଠ ℝ 𝔸 (Vento Aureo x F! Reader)

Chapter 8

You continued physically training at night, and learning parts and functions during the day. Risotto upped the difficulty by adding in animals and animal parts. He wanted to test and see if you could make an illusion of wings and add them to a person, or add other animal-like traits to humans. If you did make these animal-human things, they would only last about 30 seconds. Guns and melee weapons however, you could now keep alive for almost half an hour. It was now time for your first mission, and you couldn't be more excited.

October 26th, 1988 8:26 PM

"Is everyone ready to leave?" Your Capo asked, straightening his tie in the mirror by the door. Everyone looked around at eachother, checking to make sure everyone was there. Everyone but Sorbet and Gelato were going on this mission, since there were more than 20 targets you had to take care of. A company was hosting a gala, and the boss had lots of people there who threatened the gang, and he wanted them dead.

"I don't see (Y/N) anywhere." Melone says as he pulls on his black suit. The rest look around and notice that you're not there. They soon hear the hurried footsteps of heels coming down the hall, catching their attention. As they all looked to the entrance of the hallway, you walked out.

You were wearing a short black slip dress that stopped around your mid thigh. You were also wearing heels that looked sort-of like gladiator sandles. Your hair was curled and hung soflty around your face. You had a little makeup on, but nothing too much. You looked way older than you actually were, but you looked gorgeous none the less.

The boys all looked you up and down with a bright blush on their faces, even Risotto. They couldn't believe that a girl who walked around the house in sweats all the time could even look that nice.

"Sorry I'm late, these dumb shoes are a pain in the ass to put on." You say looking back up from your shoes and blowing a piece of your soft (H/C) hair out of your face. You met the eyes of the other 7 boys. "What? Is it too much?" You ask looking at your outfit up and down.

Risotto let out a cough before finally speaking, "Let's just go." he said before walking out of the door, the others following him out. Formaggio stood behind the others and held out his arm to you as he bowed with his eyes closed.

"My lady." He said in a thick british accent, causing the two of you to giggle as you walk out of the doors, elbows intertwined. You hopped into the car and you all were off to the gala.

8:43 PM

You walked down the long marble hall of a huge building. Inside, the lights and music were blaring loudly. You looked on in awe, you had never been somewhere so big. The arcitechture was beautiful, you would've taken more time to appreciate it if you didn't have a job to do.

"Alright, let's split up. Prosciutto come with me, Formaggio go with Melone and Ghiaccio and Pesci stick together. (Y/N), you'll be lookout." Risotto said as they all started to walk off. While they all kept their calm demeanor, you were pissed. You could've sworn there was smoke coming out of your ears.

'Oh lookout! What the actual fuck!? I train for months and this is what I get?! Lookout!! Lookout for what? A couple of fat white men?! Aghhh! They think I'm weak just because I'm some girl, don't they. Prosciutto, he lied to me. I'll show them, I'll show them I'm not some damsel in distress. I'm a damsel that causes distress! Ah who am I kidding, maybe father and Risotto are right, I'm just weak. I need a drink.'

Your legs had taken you immediatley to the bar in the middle of the large building. The dance floor was to your left and the exit to your right. You sat on a seat and waved over the bartender. You could see the others from the corner of your eye, scouting the upstairs. No one was following them so you didn't really have to look out.