[minor mature themes] Black Dahlia and True Blue - A Heist Gone Wrong

Amora coughed, and a little bit of blood trickled from her mouth as her Stand was hit by True Blue. It was easy to forget the fact that if Black Dahlia was hurt, she would be as well. Her smile faltered as she took blow after blow from Cabacci's Stand.

Black Dahlia continued its onslaught, dodging most of True Blue's attacks while dealing some damage to the menacing Stand. Suddenly, the neon scales on its arms and chest stood up and began to glow, making a high-pitched humming noise.

"It's time to face your fate!"

A spray of glowing darts shot in Cabacci and True Blue's direction, hopefully distracting them at the very least. Amora glanced behind her and called out to her thralls.

Gonna need some backup here, pronto!
 
True Blue was pushed back for a moment, being forced to recover before actually advancing again, he was starting to feel it, the barrage of darts was starting to become more than his Stand was able to handle, but he managed to keep up, although barely.

"Merda! Come on True Blue, you can't distract yourself so easily by something so little!"

Before he managed to charge at Amora, he saw her backup appear, he clicked his toungue in annoyance, he had to admit, she had a rather interesting Stand, besides, having to fight someone who could actually defend themselves? He liked that, very, very much, maybe he'd make this longer for the sake of having fun.

"Ya want me to fight your goons? Alright then, but you're next bella signora!"

He was taking the situation way too calmly, too much to realize that all the yelling, and injured guards nearby would eventually get the attention of more people, they'd be cornered in a matter of minutes, but he couldn't stop himself, this was the most fun he'd had since that one time he had an intense duel with a mosquito who escaped his grasp for about an hour.

Truly, Cabacci had a boring life.
 
(Wrote this on my phone so sorry about any typos)

As about twenty people entered the room and came between Amora and Cabacci, Amora smirked despite her injuries. “You won’t have to fight ‘em for long, kid,” she panted, withdrawing Black Dahlia. “Just long enough for me to get outta here.” With that, she turned and fled.

She sprinted to the exhibit where The Dawn of the Requiem was held. Amora was surprised by the amount of people near the artifact, which looked to be a magnificently crafted arrow. At least forty people had gathered around it, marveling at its craftsmanship. She called upon Black Dahlia again and charmed at least half of them, but she wasn’t sure about her accuracy at the moment.

Amora also used her Stand to steal the arrow while she was standing among the crowd, discreetly carrying out her mission. Now, all she needed to do was bring it back to her client.
 
Kid.

Kid?

KID?!

Cabacci was boiling with rage.

"You little... Disgustosa, sporca imbroglione! You won't get away with this-" He cursed in his mother tongue True Blue's eyes sparkled for a moment as Cabacci gathered his energies to yell at the top of his lungs.

"-God Complex!" True Blue screeched mechanically as he moved forward, fighting shoulder to shoulder with his stand to toss and push folk out of the way with his own fists, it was too late now, he messed up big time, civillians were thrown around like ragdolls, and the target was escaping. "Fina! Fina! Fina! Fina! Fina! Finali!"

Eventually, he managed to make his way through the crowds, only being able to catch up with Amora outside the museum.

"EHI! I am not done with you! The Boss wants that old piece of junk, so you gon' give it to me, got it?"
 
As Amora started to run away from Cabacci, she looked over her shoulder and shouted at him. "Déjame en paz, gilipollas!"

Suddenly, she stopped. Police sirens could be heard in the distance. She ran a hand through her hair, groaning in frustration. "Ay ay ay. ¿Qué diablos está pasando? This was supposed to be an easy job!" Amora turned around, looking extremely annoyed and pissed off "Nice going, estúpido! Now we've got the cops on our tail! You just had to use all your flashy moves, didn't you?"

She looked out for other options as she continued berating Cabacci. "I'd suggest running away so we can deal with this whole rivalry thing later, unless you want to go to prison for the rest of your life."
 
"Listen here bella, I don't know what gyro polias, or whatever means! But sounds like you're tryna make a fool me, non lo apprezzo! And those flashy moves? Very proud of 'em!"

He would've continue to fight at this point, but, soon enough he heard more cops than he expected.

"Damnit... These folk came with biscuit and everything... Alright, will go with what you have in mind, but as soon as we get dry cleaned, I am going to fight you until you give me that old piece of garbage, capito?"

Cabacci spoke with too many terms only the mob would understand, though he didn't think about the fact that she likely had no clue about what the hell he was talking about.

"Boss will be mad..." He muttered, True Blue remained by his side, ready to defend him in case things went down negatively.
 
Amora gave a curt nod before gesturing for Cabacci to follow her. She sprinted into a nearby alleyway, summoning Black Dahlia once more to charm a few bystanders. She didn't look back to see if he was following her.

Buy us some time, will you?

The crowd immediately surrounded the police officers, obscuring their view and making it easier for Amora and Cabacci to escape. Amora kept the arrow in her hand, and she looked down at it while she was running, making sure it was still there.

After about thirty seconds of running, she stopped, panting heavily and clutching her chest. Amora had at least a few bruised ribs from her brief skirmish with Cabacci, and she felt as if she was being stabbed in the chest. "Can't go to a hospital anytime soon..." she muttered to herself. "You just had to take him, didn't you?"
 
Cabacci looked back at her as he stopped a few meters forward, realizing she wasn't keeping up.

"I could just take that thing from you... But dio dannazione, would be a bad look on me if I just left you bleeding to death..." He thought for a moment. "Listen, I have a place nearby, I take you there, make sure you don't die, and then when you heal, I can send you to the other side of the bridge properly and on a fair fight, affare?"

He extended his hand, expecting her to accept the deal, he wasn't a terrible person, justice was justice, and it seemed fair that they made this deal for a little while at least.
 
Amora waved a hand and shook her head. "I don't need any help from you," she said, looking out of the corner of her eye at Cabacci. "It's not all that bad. Just needed to stop and catch my breath." Then, she started coughing. After a few seconds, Amora stopped and wiped something on her jacket. Cabacci could notice that she left a faint trace of something red where her hand brushed it. After thinking some more, she turned to face him.

"Buuuuut, we could go over there and wait until this whole thing blows over, if you want. It doesn't make us buddies though, comprende?"
 
He smirked in a smug manner. "Sono fortunato! Thought you wouldn't accept."
Cabacci made sure to lead her across the dark alley making several turns and twists until they reach a home that was, far too good for someone who dresses like he did. It was a rather nice mannor on a secluded space of town, with a large garden and a pair of gates in front with the letter R nicely adorning the sides of each gate.

He simply pushed the gates open, strolling in happily as if he'd had the best day of his life, a woman stood nearby, working on some plants, she waved lightly at Cabacci. "Capo! Buon pomeriggio." She said.

Cabacci replied, as if he was talking to a friend. "Ehi, Eliza. Buon lavoro in giardino!" He continued on his way, letting Amora walk along, no one stopped her, they knew that Cabacci wasn't dumb enough to let anyone dangerous in... Well, they thought at least. He was proud of his home, and let her know by opening the door in an exagerated manner.

"Benvenuta."
 
Amora looked at Cabacci with mild surprise. She hadn't expected him to lead her to his actual home. She thought he'd lead her to some dark alleyway, where he would have probably killed her. But obviously that wasn't the case. She was also surprised that he didn't live by himself. To Amora, Cabacci seemed like the kind of guy who was a stereotypical 'loner' type, who didn't let anyone get in his way.

Who is this guy?

She didn't know a lot of Italian, or any for that matter. Amora didn't know if they were talking about her, but she was pretty sure a garden was mentioned. As she was led into the fabulous estate, Amora couldn't help but admire the stunning decor and architecture. It was nothing like anything she had seen in the States, and whoever decorated this place should probably get an award or something, in her humble opinion.

"Um... thanks, I guess?" Amora said, having no idea what Cabacci was saying to her. She hoped it wasn't an insult.
 
"No need to thank me, least I can do after the shake down I gave ya back there. Go on go on, sit somehwere. Will get someone to see about those bruises."
He stretched a bit, popping the bones of his back as he made his way across the lavish halls of his home, a few people were also already working around the home, doing laundry, cleaning up dust, the usual they always did whenver Cabacci wasn't home, though, neither of them seemed upset by his presence, in fact, they seemed relieved and content, it was clear he treated them well despite them being workers for him.

Cabacci eventually returned back to Amora, accompanied by an older woman who held a clean robe and bandages, as well as a first aid box, it wasn't the best, but it was something. He gave her instructions, once again in his native tongue, he didn't really want Amora to understand what he was saying.

"Per favore, controlla le sue ferite e sii gentile con lei, va bene?" The woman agreed, and he shifted his attention to her. "This is Clara, she will get ya anything you need while I deal with something-"

He was soon interrupted by the sound of his ringtone, a rather stupid song, but he didn't seem to embarassed by it.

"Talk about the devil... Go on, get comfortable."

He picked up, changing his tone entirely, moving away to another room so that Clara may tend to Amora without pressure.

"Capo Dei Capi! How's it going Boss? Yeah uh, almost secured, of course! Just need to handle some things and I'll send it to ya-"
 
Amora waved this 'Clara' person away. She didn't feel comfortable with anyone potentially having the opportunity to injure her further.

Unless...

While Cabacci's back was turned, she invoked Black Dahlia and threw a dart at Clara. Amora figured she wasn't a Stand user, and therefore wouldn't know anything was awry. She leaned forward and asked quietly. "¿Podrías cuidar mis heridas, por favor?"
 
The woman nodded, and did as asked, regardless of her using her stand, it was already her intention to help, a few rooms away, Cabacci was already stuttering in confusion, he was upset.

"Capo! You can't just keep me in ice I was careful! You said it yourself, nobody better to do this job, right? Boss?"

The answer was clearly negative on the other side.
 
Amora waved Clara away for a second. "¡Ey! What's going on over there?" she asked, sitting up on the couch. "You need help or something?"

She got up, giving a small grunt of pain as she did so. The dart on Clara's head shattered as she approached Cabacci. "Something wrong?"
 
Cabacci quietly finished the call, his previous proud and excited demeanor switched onto an obviously nervous expression.

He would've lied, and said everything was fine, but she was in just as much trouble as him.

"I am in big trouble. The mess we made back at the museum got to much attention..." He sighed. "This won't make any sense to you, but my Boss is not very happy, it wasn't clean and he wants me dead, morto... And since you were involved..."
He crossed his arms, clearly starting to lose his mind as it spiralled down onto all the horrible possiblities of his execution.

"I- Need to convince the man who'll come, he will see I'm still worth keeping, I'm their enforcer, yes, nessun problema, staremo bene..."

Cabacci was growing desperate.
 
Amora watched Cabacci with concern in her eyes, both for him and herself. "Why do we need to convince anyone?" she asked, a defiant tone rising in her voice. "Can't you just... I don't know, kill him?" She shrugged and started to pace around the room, massaging her temples with one hand. "Now that you mention it, my... 'boss' is probably gonna do the same thing..."

She didn't really know what to do. Amora had literally just met Cabacci a few hours ago, starting with him making an attempt at her life. But she couldn't help but feel obligated to help him somehow. She didn't owe him anything, so why did she want to get him out of this?

"¿Cómo puede ser? ¿Por qué es así...? AAAGH! ¡Enfocar!"
 
Cabacci thought for a moment, this time he really screwed up, he had no clue where to go, but there was one route he could take, going up.

"MERDA... Okay, look bella, this job? Was the most important thing, in my life. I am stuck without it, this house, the people who work in it? They are all thanks to the boss. But, maybe JUST maybe, if you help me pop this figlio di puttana, we can... Both get something out of it. I am, part of a Borgata, yes? Crime family. If we escalate in it, maybe we can both save ourselves... But I need your help, the people that will come after us they have- The same sorta power than us, okay? They are capos, if we get them out of the way- And somehow, SOMEHOW we manage to take over the whole administration, we wouldn't ever have to worry about useless shit..."

He sighed, pacing around.

"The big Boss will not forgive me for this, but I will get us out of this, are you in? Will you be my comare?"

He sounded desperate, but he was honest, more than he'd likely ever been in his life.
 
Amora stopped, looked back at Cabacci, and thought about if for a moment.

"Parece que no tengo muchas opciones... Whatever that means, sure. I'll help you get out of this, and you will help me in return."

She said it like a demand rather than an offer. They both greatly needed each other's help. Amora figured that once he helped her, she'd leave and go back to the States again. Cabacci wasn't her problem. He was just someone who happened to be in the same situation as her, not to mention very cute and charming and-

She stopped. What the hell? He tried to kill me! I should be pissed!

But that didn't really stop Amora from feeling the way she did. Did his Stand have some sort of ability like hers did?
 
He nodded quickly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as she agreed.

"Sì, perfetto! Whatever ya need, just ask... And uh... I just realized, I never really asked your name." He bowed in an exaggerated manner. "Name's Cabacci Russo, la mia casa è la tua casa. What about you, signora?"

Cabacci was a bit too excited, working side by side with someone wasn't a common ocurrence in his line of work, especially when it was someone as interesting as her. He should also be mad, he ruined his mission because of their little fight but, then again, he wasn't complaining, this was... Exciting despite the stress of being told he'd die at the hands of another stand user. He could already invision the fight ahead, if they managed to coordinate, they'd have no problem fighting anyone.

Excuses, excuses. The truth was, he wanted to spend more time around the woman, he was quite content with the fact he didn't have to cause any more harm to her.
 
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