One of Many Shots

Dance Around The Broken Glass [ Joëlle x Viveca ]

[ A/N: Joëlle, Alexandre, Josue, and Alexandrine all belong to DerpingToaster ]
[ This one-shot contains the Mafia, alcohol usage, and kidnapping ]
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Viveca's P.O.V.
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It's been eight weeks, two months exactly, since we've held this rich French girl captive from her father, this girl's name was Joëlle Lavoie. Her father was a very rich man, owning maids and butlers, treating commoners, people like us, like we're rats that need to be rid of. Disgusting. I've always had a strong dislike towards the rich, especially bastards like him. All they do is hit us on the heads with their canes and boss us around! We aren't their butlers or maids, they have their own. People like him are one of the reasons why our Mafia exists.

Our Mafia isn't very big as most expect, no, that's too risky and messy. We have six members who preform different tasks. Josue Leblanc is the Godfather, the boss, the big man. He controls the organization and keeps us all in checks, assigning us all to a different crime to commit and cover up, he's a great Godfather really. He hasn't let one screwup happen, we know what'll happen if one does. He'll skin us to the bone and wear our skin as a cape. Marco Baz and I, Viveca O'Sullivan, are both the Mafioso. Our jobs is to commit the crimes we are assigned, whether it's murder, robbery, kidnapping, or vandalization, and as a second part, we are both next in line to becoming the Godfather if Josue dies.

Monica Malek is our Framer, her job is to frame any potential witnesses, partner, or family of the victim we capture or kill with false evidence that looks convincing to get the accused behind bars. Victor Canto is the Blackmailer, he blackmails any potential witnesses, partner, or family of the victim to keep their mouths shut if they saw a thing or know what happened. He's fairly good at keeping them quiet.

Lastly, we have Alexandre Guillory and Alexandrine Guérin. Alexandre, or Alex, is our Janitor, he cleans the identities of all our victims, making it seems like they never existed. Alexandrine, or Alex, is our Consort, she distracts anyone nearby with wild tales or small favors, such as spare change or walking her across the street in fear of getting hit, until the crime is finished and cleaned.

We all do a part to complete a crime, and kidnapping Joëlle was one of our biggest crimes yet. I still don't know how we got away with it.

She's a, well, strange prisoner as one might put it. She hardly fights back and isn't snarky like other prisoners have been, Hell, she's quite obedient. Often, we barely need Victor to threaten her with leaking personal information to others or the whole public to see, and I think he's happy with that as it's a tough job for him to find juicy secrets that are worthy enough of dangling in front of the prisoner. She's rather kind to us in fact, which makes us all uncomfortable since you aren't supposed to be nice to the people who have your life on a thread.

Regardless, I don't mind her kindness that much.

I decided to check on her, and got up from my desk where I was scribbling aimlessly. Godfather Leblanc hadn't assigned us anything yet, so we were all bumming around in this abandoned prison where we all hid. We were safe since no one ever came here as it was rumored to be 'haunted' or whatever. I left my room, walking down the old crusty halls, it smelled strongly of whiskey and blood.

I arrived at Joëlle's cell, where she was currently sitting on her bed, reading a book I had found and given to her. The girl needed something to do, it's not like she'll be leaving any time soon with how high the ransom is on her. She looked up from her book, giving me a kind smile, "Hi Ms. O'Sullivan!" I felt my stomach drop at her smile and how happy she sounded. How the fuck can she smile at me? A girl who has taken the lives of the innocent and committed many serious crimes and all for what? For revenge? For the man I am loyal to? For the Hell of it? Maybe all three.

I sighed, "Hey Joëlle," I greeted, opening her cell door, approaching her. She doesn't seem afraid of me and I don't know why. I'm the second highest ranking member here, I'm dangerous and yet she sees me as a normal girl. I took a seat next to her on the bed, adjusting my jacket that covered my suit, "So, how're you liking it here? You don't really have a choice of leaving, you know, the ransom on your freedom is so ridiculously high, I doubt those rich fuckers will bail you out," I completely ignored the fact that she was one of them.

She shrugged, "It's alright, it's a little weird not being served and such, but it isn't so bad," her beautiful green eyes made contact with my dull, light green eyes, "you guys aren't really all that bad, I mean, yeah Mr. Leblanc is scary and Ms. Malek is aggressive, but the rest of you aren't mean, especially not you," she giggled a bit, "no offense."

I felt my face heat up. Fuck, I almost forgot that the girl we kidnapped is drop dead gorgeous, "None taken," I mumbled, "you're probably the most well-behaved prisoner we ever had, really takes a lot off Canto's shoulders since he has to threaten prisoners a lot," I shared a laugh with her before growing quiet again. I wasn't sure what to say next. Fuck, what do you say to a pretty girl?? Nice hair? Lovely eyes?? Good boobies??? I wasn't a romantic expert! I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind, not in the mood to discuss them now.

I opened my mouth as to speak, but was cut off as I heard Godfather Leblanc yell my first name, only he was allowed to call us by our first names. I gulped, "Fuck," I hissed, "I better get going, I'll come by later okay?" As I stood up to leave, she gently grabbed my wrist. Feeling anger rise up, I turned on my heel towards her, "What is it?! Godfather Leblanc is gonna skin me if I don't hu-" once again, I was cut off, but by someone else this time.

Joëlle cut me off with her lips. She kissed me. Before I even had the chance to kiss her back, she pulled away, a faint blush dusting her cheeks, "You better get going, I don't want you to get skinned," she smiled a bit, "see you later, Viveca."

I shuddered as my name rolled perfectly off her tongue. Fuck, it didn't help how soothing her voice was that said my first name. I nodded, unsure what to say next before dashing out the cell, quickly closing it and running down the hall towards Godfather Leblanc's office. My face was a deep red, and I felt giddy. She kissed me! A beautiful girl kissed me! It was me she kissed and not a guy! I am definitely not washing my lips later.
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Joëlle's P.O.V.
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I did it! I finally kissed a really cute girl! I was so happy that I kissed her and said her first name, but it made my heart ache to watch her leave, of course I knew she had to, Mr. Leblanc would've hurt my Viveca if she didn't hurry along.

My eyes widen. Did I just think of her as my Viveca? A small smile danced across my lips and I covered my mouth with my hands, squealing happily. I knew her not pushing me away had to mean something! Maybe she likes me back!

I started to laugh, my giggles muffled by my hands and I fell backwards on my bed, staring up at the cement ceiling, removing my hands from my mouth. I sighed happily, I was in love with a girl. A cute, curvy, chubby, busty girl who's in the Mafia. Oooh, that actually sounded kind of hot.

Regardless, I couldn't wait to tell her soon that I loved her.