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

[Anakisuto]

Amora watched the interaction between Cabacci and The Boss, feigning disinterest. She could somewhat see through his facade, noticing his eyes moving around as if looking for something. Probably the arrow. Amora looked him directly in the eyes, a smirk crossing her face despite the danger she could possibly be in.

“Ladies, ladies,” she said, stepping between the two. “There’s no need to fight. We all know he only wants one thing, but he’s not gonna get it.”

Amora put a hand on Cabacci’s shoulder as her eyes burned into The Boss’s. “So I think it would be best if this bastard left, don’t you think, mi vida?”

Black Dahlia appeared behind Amora, menacingly narrowing its eyes at the Boss. It assumed a battle pose, ready to strike in case he tried anything.

 

[ItsFulgrim]

Corcovado stood at the ready as well, though it looked just as damaged as True Blue, if not worse. He stared at them for a long time, but didn't take long to take a step back, without another word or comment or anything similar, he faded, leaving behind only a drop of blood from the wound inflicted by Black Dahlia's blade earlier.


Cabaccci was of course, burning in anger, but couldn't even hold himself up anymore. Once the Capo had left he let his guard down, weakly holding onto Amora as he felt the burning pain of his wounds finally settle.

His Stand's separate pieces began to fall to the floor with a loud bumping sound, before dissapearing into tiny particles of metalic dust.

"That- Filio di puttana, fucking ran? No wonder no one de-throned him, he runs as soon as he gets-" Cabacci coughed up a small amount of blood. "Gets defeated..."

The man tried to laugh, but he couldn't deny that he felt as if his ribs would burst open if he did any amount of deep breathing, but his pride stood... Barely. He didn't want to seem weak in front of Amora, even if by this time he had already been weak so many times.


"You are- Alright, aren't you, la mia dolce metà?..."

He looked for her eyes, that same, stupid yet honest look of adoration he had only for Amora, he'd done his best to keep her safe, even with how limited his powers had been in this ocassion. She was less harmed than him and that was all that mattered in his mind, he was a shield, her shield.