Okay weirdos, we're back with this series again! The love interest is gonna be revealed, so let's go!
I'm seriously considering making this mafia AU into an apply fic, so if you guys have any interest, lemme know!
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"That's such bullshit!" I sighed and shifted in bed at the sound of a familiar voice. I groaned as I climbed out of bed and opened the door, lazily putting on a hoodie that I found with a slight tinge of pain
"What the hell is happening?" I felt four sets of eyes fall on me.
"Y/N!" George said with excitement, getting up from his chair and gently hugging me. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better, thanks to you," I replied, gratefully hugging him back. "Now, can someone tell me what the hell is happening?"
"That is the same question I have for these fuckers!" I turned to look and I smiled at the sight of Quackity.
"Hey, Big Q." Alex smiled and immediately embraced me.
"It's good to see you, Y/N," he said as I took his hand. "I'm sorry about what happened with Jimmy."
"Don't even worry about it," I replied. "Now, could someone please tell me what the hell is happening?"
"We told Alex about the Sleepy Boys situation," Clay said, his arms above the doorway. "It's a serious situation, but things are about to get a whole lot better for us."
"And?" I asked. "How are things going to be better?"
"We're getting a double agent." Clay's face turned up in a smirk. "I think Technoblade will soon get on board with our agenda, as long as we promise not to kill anyone."
"Which might be a hard promise for some of us," I butt in, my gaze falling on Sapnap.
"Dude, what are you lookin' at me for?" he exclaimed.
"Sap, c'mon now," Clay said with a smirk. "They're not wrong." Nick just groaned.
"Fuck off, Clay." I stifled a giggle, but not before Nick shot me a dirty glare.
"Fuck off, Y/N."
"Shut up, Nick."
"Y/N." I turned towards Alex, his face suddenly serious. "Can we talk in private?" I nodded and followed him into the next room. I closed the door behind us, Alex leaning against the desk in the office.
"What's wrong, Q?" I asked before he could say anything.
"You didn't even know what I was gonna say," he interjected, but he stopped in defeat. "Fine. I'm concerned about you in all this." I immediately groaned.
"Alex, it was one time. It won't happen again." I could see in the worry on his face, so I took ahold of his hand again.
"Alex, I'm fine, I swear," I said. "Everything's fine, and I won't do anything like it again."
