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If someone would have told Y/n that she would have 7 girlfriends, she would have laughed. But, seeing where she is now, watching a movie with 3 of them, she can’t laugh at them now. Right now, Ghiaccio, Prosciutto, Formaggio, and herself are watching the 3rd Star Wars movie, revenge of the sith. Ghiaccio is a fan of the movies and you guys are the only people who would watch it with her. It’s one of the few days off you guys get, so she wanted to watch the movies. Y/n still thinks it’s funny how they all met.

1 year ago…

You met Melone at a bar, and you got her number. You guys went on a few dates, both hiding your connections to the mafia from each other. Eventually, you guys got paired up on an assassination mission and you guys laugh about the look on the other's face to this day. Melone decided to introduce you to her team, they all took a liking to you and you also liked them. The next person to join your relationship was Ghiaccio, who confessed that she liked both you and Melone. You guys liked her back so after some working things out, you all three started dating. After that, Pesci joined the relationship after developing feelings for you, Illuso joined after Pesci because she had feelings for you. Formaggio joined after Illuso because she had feelings for Illuso and you. After that Risotto and Prosciutto, who were already in a relationship, joined because they had feelings for you. And that’s how this relationship started. Of course, after time they all developed feelings for one another. Like all relationships, this one was difficult but worth it. You wouldn’t replace any of them for anything in the world.

To be continued…

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Going on dates with each of your girlfriends proved difficult. Each girlfriend had a preference to dates. For example, Prosciutto and Risotto didn’t mind going on dates between the three of you, same with Melone and Ghiaccio. But Pesci didn’t want to go on dates with anyone but you since she thought of the other 5 platonically still. The relationship was complicated, some people were dating each other but not others.

So, when all of you had a day off, you suggested all of you go on a date. The carnival had recently arrived and all 7 of you could go. You were hesitant suggesting it at first, you didn’t want to make any of your partners uncomfortable.

“So, since we all have the day off today and the carnival is in town, how about we go? The 7 of us.” You suggested, it was the morning and everyone was up getting coffee and breakfast.

“Sounds fun, I’ll go,” Melone agreed.

“All 7 of us? That’s a lot.” Risotto murmured.

“I’m pretty sure we could handle it, someone needs to keep an eye on Formaggio to make sure she doesn’t get in another fight.” Prosciutto retorted, putting a hand on her hip. Since it was morning, she had her hair down instead of how she normally wears it during the day.

“It was one time, the guy deserved it for being annoying,” Formaggio defended.

“We are getting off topic, I’m fine with going to.” Illuso cut in, her hair was out of its usual ponytails.

“I’m fine with it too,” Ghiaccio mumbled from the corner, sipping her coffee.

“I’ll go too, it sounds fun,” Pesci chimed in.

“I’ll go,” Risotto agreed, it was now a date.

A few hours later, all of you were loaded into two separate cars and driving to the carnival. When you got there, it wasn’t too crowded yet which was a relief. Everyone was wearing casual clothes.

They got their tickets and went into the carnival, Prosciutto had a map of the carnival with her, the map had a list of different activities.

“Ok, so what should we do first?” She questioned, looking at the group.

“We should play some games first,” Ghiaccio suggested.

“No, I think we should go on rides first.” Formaggio countered.

“Games sound fun,” Pesci said.

“But the lines to the rides will get longer if we don’t go soon, people will continue to show up.” Illuso argued.

“Just decide,” Prosciutto sighed, folding the map and stuffing it into her back pocket.

“Y/n invited us, how about she decides.” Melone suggested, coming up from behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Both sound fun,” You murmur, not wanting to take sides.

“How about we go on three rides, then spend 30 minutes playing games. We can switch between.” Risotto suggested.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Pesci agreed.

All of you then made your way to the first ride, it was a roller coaster and everyone had fun. The second was a slingshot ride and third ride shoots you up into the air. It was very fun to go on each one. After that, you all went a played different games. You were at one booth where you had to get the rings around the bottle. You were about to try when Melone came up beside you.

“Let me win you something,” Melone insisted with a wink. You backed up and let her have a few goes, she missed every time. She let out a nervous giggle before trying again, and again, and again. She then called Ghiaccio over. Ghiaccio tried 5 times before almost breaking the stand out of rage. Formaggio and Illuso came over to see what the fus was about, then tried themselves, once again failing. You could see the smirk of the guy running the booth.

Prosciutto and Risotto came over with Pesci following soon after, until all of your girlfriends were trying to win at the game. This went on for 30 minutes before they gave up. You tried one more time and when you threw it, it landed. All of them stared with wide eyes as the booth guy handed you an alien plushy.

After that, everyone decided to get food. Illuso and Formaggio got a huge hotdog that they shared, Pesci got a corn dog, you got fried corn, Risotto and Prosciutto got a burger. Ghiaccio and Melone shared a bag of cotton candy. After that, you guys wandered around the carnival playing games and riding rides. It was nighttime and you were on the verge of collapse. You were tired, and you had work the next morning too. They were all having a conversation you were tuning in and out of, it was until you couldn’t hear them that you paused and looked around, they weren’t anywhere near you.

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Ghiaccio walked next to Melone as they loaded in the car and drove towards the base. Everyone was very tired and getting ready for bed when someone spoke up.

“Hey, where is Y/n?” Pesci asked.

“Last time I saw her was at the….carnival.” Illuso answered, the realization hitting her.

“Well shit,” Risotto mumbled.

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You were near the petting zoo when everyone came up to you and apologized for not noticing you were gone. When you guys got home they all cuddled with you as an apology.

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Y/n was walking home from a meeting with Polpo regarding pay. All of your girlfriends have complained about the lack of pay considering they are the hitman crew. You and your girlfriends had a whole discussion about it last night. They would have gone with you but they were all occupied with jobs. Polpo agreed to raise your pay by a few dollars per hit. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a horn honk and you turned to the side to see your best friend Gelato and her girlfriend driving in their convertible next to you. Gelato stood up from the passenger seat, waving three concert tickets in her hands. Sorbet always came with you guys as a chaperone, ever since the last time sorbet and your girlfriends agreed you couldn't be trusted alone.

"I got concert tickets! We'll be gone for the day!" Gelato beamed. Sorbet was holding onto her leg from the driver's seat, trying to not let her girlfriend not fall out of the car.

"Is that (Insert your favorite music artist/band name here)?" You gasped. You had been trying to find concerts for them for a long time but they always sold out or were too expensive.

"Yes, now get in the car before Gelato falls out," Sorbet murmured.

"I have to tell my girlfriends where ill be." You said, reaching into your pocket for your phone, but it wasn't there. "I forgot my phone at home I think." You sighed.

"Don't worry, ill text them," Gelato assured, taking out her phone and texting your girlfriends. You smiled and got in the car. Little did you know, Gelato thought she sent the text, but she misclicked and it didn't send. So you guys drove to the concert.

~With your girlfriends, 4 hours later~

All your girlfriends were gathered in the living room. Melone, Pesci, and Ghiaccio were sitting on the couch, Melone was on her computer. Proscuitto was kneeling on the wall by the window, with an unlit cigarette in her mouth. Rissoto was sitting in a chair with Formaggio and Illuso sitting on the coffee table. They were all in silence but were still worried. It had been almost 6 hours since you were last in contact with them, and that was you telling them you were on your way to Polpo. Needless to say, they were all worried.

"So, are we going to go look for her?" Formaggio asked, breaking the silence.

"She is probably with one of her friends." Rissotto reasoned.

"She would have told us, it is a rule between the eight of us that we need to tell each other where we are going." Illuso pointed out.

"She probably forgot, when she gets home we just remind her to text us next time, let's give her another half hour," Melone murmured.

"It's been almost 6 hours since anyone heard from her, you're not concerned?" Proscuitto glared at Melone.

"I'm not saying I'm not concerned, we don't want to embarrass her if she's with a friend," Melone added.

"What if something happened to her?" Pesci blurted out.

"Did you dumbasses forget she has a phone? Just call her." Ghiaccio sneered. A quick silence fell over the room before Melone pulled out his phone and held it to her ear. A ringing was heard from upstairs. Everyone followed it and discovered your phone on your nightstand.

"She forgot her phone," Formaggio observed.

"No shit sherlock," Ghiaccio murmured, looking to the side and biting the side of her mouth.

"Should we wait?" Pesci asked, nervously fiddling with her fingers.

"Let's go to Polpo and ask where he last saw her." Rissotto decided. The rest nodded and went to the cars to Polpo.

~Time skip to when they get to Polpo~

"Last time I saw her she left, she definitely got here and left," Polpo told the group. The seven were now even more worried. They thanked Polpo and left. They decided to drive around for a few more hours and look for you, but they didn't find you.

"What do you think happened?" Illuso asked, burying her face in her hands and sighing. It has been a stressful few hours, you have now been gone for 10 hours.

"Do I look like a psychic? I don't know." Proscuitto snapped. Rissotto put a hand on her shoulder.

"Maybe she is lost?" Pesci suggested, her legs are tucked into her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs.

"That is a possibility but we just spent the past hours driving around and looking for her," Melone murmured.

"Let's head home. It's getting late." Formaggio murmured, looking out the window.

"But what about Y/n?" Pesci asked.

"We can continue tomorrow, we shouldn't be out this late," Rissotto explained. Everyone sighed and drove home. They noticed the lights were on and the front door was unlocked. They cautiously entered the house, and noticed you and Gelato talking with a glass of wine, Sorbet was making nacho's in the kitchen. You noticed them and stood up.

"Hey, why are you guys out so late? Did your mission take longer than expected?" You questioned, walking over to them. You were then tackled into a hug by all 7 of them.

"Do you have any idea how worried we all were? How worried I was?" Proscuitto growled, she didn't appear angry though, just relieved.

"You scared us," Melone mumbled, her face buried in your neck.

"Don't do that again," Rissotto murmured. Pesci had some tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry but, do what?" You questioned, looking confused at your girlfriends.

"You went missing!" Illuso explained.

"Ya, you dumbass. You had us all worried." Ghiaccio leered.

"Gelato took me to a concert but I forgot my phone at home. Gelato was supposed to text you." You said, looking at Gelato. Gelato opened her phone.

"I thought I did. I guess I hit 'P' instead of 'send'. Sorry." Gelato apologized, shrugging her shoulders.

"You always get Y/n into trouble," Formaggio murmured.

"I'm glad that Sorbet was with you guys at least, the last thing we need is a repeat of last time," Proscuitto murmured, shivering at the memory.

"Ugh, don't remind me." Ghiaccio groaned.

"I don't always get Y/n into trouble! Right 'bet?" Gelato defended, turning to her girlfriend for defense.

"...No comment," Sorbet mumbled, walking over and placing the nachos on the coffee table.

"Sorbet! The betrayal. I might die right here." Gelato gasped and dramatically fell backward on the couch.

"Don't be dramatic." Sorbet chuckled and sat next to Gelato.

"Where were you guys anyway?" Rissoto asked.

"We went to (Insert favorite music artist/band name)'s concert," Y/n answered, sitting up as your girlfriends got off you.

"I'm just glad your back," Melone smiled and kissed you. All of your girlfriends then gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Ew, that's gay," Gelato said, taking some nachos.

"Gelato, we're gay." Sorbet sighed.

"Oh ya," Gelato hummed.

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3 years ago…

For as long as you could remember, you have been connected with the mafia. It probably started your second year of college. Your dad was your only living relative that you knew of, your mom died when you were young. You grew up with barely enough money to support both you and your father, your dad tries his best working quite a few jobs and trying to support the both of you.

By the time you went to college, your dad was in poor health so you insisted that you take care of him. You couldn’t afford to go to college anyways. Your dad pulled a loan from the mafia without telling you, and sent you off to college. A year later your dad passed away, with unpaid debts to the mafia.

It was one night when you were followed back to your dorm, thrown in a van, and taken back to Polpo that you even knew your dad had taken out a loan. This was before Polpo went to prison.

“You’re Y/n L/n, correct?” Polpo started, peeling a banana. You hesitantly nod, wondering what you did to anger Passione.

“I hope you’re aware that before your father died, he took out a lot of money, that money was given to you.” Polpo informed, glaring down at you. You froze, in your fathers attempt to help you he basically just doomed you.

“I’ll try to pay you back, I’ll work extra jobs,” you offered. Polpo chuckles and shook his head.

“That won’t do, it would take years to pay me back. Instead, you can go under arrow and work as an assassin for me. Does that sound good?” Polpo offered.

“Is there an alternative?” You ask.

“The alternative is me selling your organs,” Polpo growled. Let’s just say, you quickly accepted.

For two years you worked for Polpo, carrying out missions. You had to drop out of college to avoid sinking farther into debt. You went under arrow and got your stand named “Gooey”. The stand could create voids you could go into, kinda of like portals. It was a stand that was made of goo, too. It was only useful on stealth missions.

During that time, you had started seeing someone. He was a boy from your forensics class, and he seemed nice. You tried to keep him far away from your job though. You thought he was the one, he was so kind and sincere. That was, until you found out he had been cheating on you.

He had been cheating on you with three different women. The women involved also didn’t know he had been cheating. So, the four of you got together and totaled his car.

Afterwards, you all went to the bar to celebrate. That is where you met Melone. You were getting drinks when she offered to pay for you. You accepted and began talking to her. You guys exchanged numbers because you hit it off pretty well.

You two continued to see each other on a regular basis, hiding the fact that both of you were in the mafia. It was the most normal relationship you had. Eventually you guys started officially dating.Then one day, Polpo called you in.

“Hello Y/n, I’m glad your back. I heard about your boyfriend. If you want, I could have him ‘taken care of’ and no one would notice.” Polpo offered. Over the last two years, you and Polpo had developed a relationship Similar to a father and daughter.

“No thank you, I’m already satisfied,” you chuckle. By now, Polpo had been in jail for a few months, but you could tell it’s probably the best thing that happened to him.

“Okay then, I’ve come to inform you about your next mission,” Polpo started.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I will be sending you with someone from La Squadra. Your mission is to crash a weapons trade that a traitor is putting on. They stole guns from Passione, serve as a back up and a quick get away. The assassin should take care of the rest,” Polpo murmurs, biting into and apple. You nod, Polpo gave you the assassins number and you went on your way.

You get to the meet up area, where the assassin is supposed to be. You see Melone ride up to you in her motorcycle. What a coincidence that Melone had to be here right now, you had to send her away so she didn’t get tangled up in mafia work.

She seems to see you too, waving to you and hopping off the motorcycle. You wave back and meet her half way.

“Hey Melone, what are you doing here?” You ask, trying to think of a way to get her to leave.

“Oh, I’m just riding around. I don’t know where else to go around the city so I decided to come here,” Melone answered.

“There’s a beach, it’s very pretty but I don’t know if they allow bikes on it,” you suggested. Melone blinked a few times before chuckling.

“That’s fine, right here is better than the beach,” Melone sighed. You slightly grit your teeth. If the assassin comes and sees her who knows what will happen.

“Anyways, what are you doing here Y/n?” Melone asks.

“Oh, um, I’m waiting for a friend,” You answer, fidgeting with your fingers.

“I’ll wait with you, I have never met any of your friends,” Melone offers.

“That’s not necessary, you don’t have to.” you chuckle.

“It’s fine, after all this area of the city is notorious for mugging, so I’ll make sure your safe until your friend gets here,” Melone decides, winking at you. You try to hide your nervous expression.

“I’ll text them and ask where they are,” you say, pulling out your phone and sending the following text:

You- hey, where are you?

You hear Melone phone go off a few seconds after you send it.

Assassin- I’m here, where are you?

You raise your eyebrow at this and look around.

You- I don’t see you, are you spying on me?

Assassin- no, did you get the location wrong?

You- I don’t think so, XXXX street, right?

Assassin- that’s the correct street, let’s get a new meet up place, how about the restaurant?

You- sure

You shut your phone off, something is wrong with that assassin, you don’t see them anywhere. You turn to Melone.

“My friend is here, I’m meeting them somewhere else though. Thank you for waiting for me.” You say.

“No problem, I’m going somewhere else too. Call me later?” Melone says.

“Of course,” you smile, giving Melone a light pec on the lips before walking towards the restaurant. Melone walks in the same direction as you. You think nothing of it and sit down at one of the booths. And text the assassin.

You- I’m here

Assassin- great, I’m in booth 11

You look over to booth 11 and see none other than your girlfriend in it.

You- Melone?

Assassin- how do you know my name?

You- booth 5

You see Melone look over to booth 5, where you are sitting. Let’s just say you were both super surprised. You walk over to her booth.

“You’re an assassin?” You both day at the same time, then awkwardly chuckle.

“How long?” Melone asks.

“Two years to lay off debt, what about you?” you answer.

“I’ve been an assassin for 5 years, I started to pay off my moms hospital bills but then I got in the mafia business too deep,” Melone answered, you lay a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry for keeping this from you,” you apologize.

“I’m sorry too, but I’m glad the truth is out now,” Melone says.

“Me too,” you answer.

That day, you completed your first mission with Melone. And Melone swore to introduce you to the rest of her gang, oh how that decision would impact your life for the better.