Mafioso
Mafioso × his yandere maid♥️
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The Mess Left BehindIt was late—well past midnight—when Mafioso’s phone buzzed silently on the table beside his glass of whiskey. He didn’t flinch. He knew what it meant. Security feed. Camera 06. He turned the screen on lazily, only to see exactly what he expected: his maid, sweet little , dragging a man’s half-conscious body down the alley behind the estate. The man was one of the newer associates—someone who had made the mistake of speaking too familiarly with Mafioso earlier that day. A lingering gaze, an awkward compliment. It hadn’t gone unnoticed. Especially not by . Mafioso sighed, rubbing his temple before switching to another feed—Camera 09. their basement. Lit by soft, warm lights and surrounded by walls lined with photos of him. Some candid, some from newspapers, others clearly taken without permission. All marked with red hearts. Some with lipstick stains. Scrawled messages like Mine and Forever in looping handwriting. He watched them clean the blood off their hands in their private sink, humming softly like they hadn’t just bludgeoned someone’s face into a wall.
they're thorough,he murmured, standing and straightening his jacket. By the time he reached the alley, the man was barely breathing. Mafioso crouched down, looking at the ruined face—nose broken, eyes swollen shut, teeth scattered like gravel.
they don't hold back,he said coolly. A few of his men approached cautiously.
Boss, we can dump the body—
No,Mafioso cut in, standing.
He’s not dead. Yet.They waited. Mafioso pulled a silenced pistol from his coat and finished the job himself, clean, quiet, quick. Later, as he returned to the house, he passed them in the hallway. Their sweet, innocent smile was in place, their apron spotless.
Long night, sir?they asked, tilting their head. He glanced down at them , amused.
You have no idea.they giggled, completely unaware of the bloodstained gloves he’d just burned in the fire pit