Cop!Spain X Thief!Reader~ Auction Sniper II

Cop!Spain X Thief!Reader~ Auction Sniper II


                                                    Act II


   "...He was like, 'If I catch you again, I'll throw you into a jail cell to rot.' What cop says that?" I said to Lovino, while we were eating dinner after the raid. I was picking at mashed potatoes on my plate, while he sipped on some wine. We wore casual clothes, like hoodies and jeans, when we were off duty. We sat at a corner table at a pub that Lovino had a few acquaintances in.

   "Do you remember his name? I can hire some assassins to fuck him up," Lovino offered, chuckling slightly.

   "I forgot his name. I knew he told me it at some point," I admitted. "Besides, he was pretty hot- I mean I dig Spaniards." I took a small bite of my mashed and grimaced at its grimy taste.

   Lovino set down his wine glass, "Such a particular taste, ragazza." A small waitress made her way over to our table with a small bowl of soup that Lovino ordered. As she was setting the bowl down, she noticed ahead was slyly checking her out. The waitress frowned and tilted the bowl so the hot liquid poured onto his jeans.

  I plugged my ears as I waited for the waterfall of profanity. As the steaming soup seeped into his jeans, Lovino yelled, "Why'd you do that, putana! Do you realize how fucking expensive these jeans were? You even got this shit on my fucking jacket, you hoe!"

   "Sorry," the waitress apologized sheepishly, but she bite her lip to hold back her laughter. "I'll go get you a towel, sir." As she walked away, Lovino kept steaming and mumbling curses under his breath.

   "Oh Lovi, [Y/N]~"

   We snapped our heads towards the doorway to stare at our worst nightmare- Feliciano Vargas, Lovino's brother. The cheery Italian skipped over to our table, and people turned their heads to stare at the man with wide eyes. "We're screwed," I whispered to Lovino. He nodded his head and growled as Feliciano approached the edge of their table.

    "Just the amici I wanted to see!~ I found a particular assignment that demands your outdoing." He referred the 'you' to me, and I was quite taken back.

    "You mean this client requested me?" I asked. Very few people know me by name, so it's odd to get requests from me. For a split second, I thought about the Spanish cop.

    "Si."

    "Does he happen to be Spanish?"

    "No," Feliciano replied cheerfully, oblivious to what I'm getting at. I glanced at Lovino nervously, and he raised an eyebrow at me.

    "What nationally and what does he do for a living?"

    He checked a report in his breast pocket, "Russian and he runs a mafia." He continued to stare at me like the questions I asked were expected to come out of my mouth.

    "He knows my information?"

    Feliciano glanced at the paper again, and nodded his head cheerfully. I sighed in defeat and asked, "What does this idiot want?"

    "He wants you to snipe guns at an illegal auction," he replied with his usual voice.

    "What?!" Lovino and I yelled simultaneously, causing people in the pub to turn and stare at our table.

    "You mean you guys never been to an illegal auction?"

    "No- hell no!" I leaned back in my chair and sighed. "I'm used to sniping in an area where I know is safe. Isn't it uncomfortable knowing that the person next to you may or may not have a gun?"

    "Well, there are still cops with guns at a normal auction, bella."

    "Except I know they have guns, and have procedures. While black market dealers and the mafia shoot when they feel like it."

    Lovino propped his feet up on the table, "You guys are missing the fucking point. There is a Russian mafia dude, who we shouldn't trust in the first place, and he wants us to go to an illegal auction for guns. On top of that, he requested [Y/N], who is a gorgeous women and there are sure to be rapists around every corner of that place. It smells fishy to me."

    "Lovi," I pouted. "Think of all the money the guns can get us. They must be auctioning off a shipments of ammo! It would be such a benefit to the clan!"

    "First off, don't call me Lovi," he growled. "Second, your life isn't worth shipments of guns and ammo."

    "You can't convince me out of an assignment, you know you can't. How about this, I'll let you go with me to the auction instead of giving me sniper support."

    "As in, on the floor?"

    "Yes, you'll be beside me at all times."

    He deeply sighed, "Alright."

    "So you guys will take it?" Feliciano asked, folding the report back into his breast pocket.

    "Fuck yeah," Lovino answered.

    "The auction will take place exactly..." He glanced at the watch on his wrist. "Thirty minutes, so you guys should get ready. It's in the abandoned factory just down the road." He then turned around and skipped back out of the restaurant.

    "That man's future scares me," I said, staring and Feliciano's back as he skipped.

    "Too bad he's only a messenger, he could redeem himself if he joins us on raids." Lovino threw a five dollar tip on the table, and we excused ourselves to the restrooms. I came out before him with a leather jacket with a navy blue tank top underneath. Lovino exited the restroom with a blazer and dress pants, while I wore gray tights.

    As we walked towards the entrance, I snickered, "I don't get how you raid with all these sharp clothes."

    "I need to stay in style, bella."

    "Like you have style," I mumbled, but softly enough so he won't hear. I might hurt his ego too much if he happened to hear it.

    Just as we were about to open the door, the waitress came out of the kitchen with a towel. She paused when she saw us leaving, "Umm sir, you need to pay."

    "Cash, credit, or a night with me?"

    The waitress's cheeks flared, and I chuckled, "Smooth, Lovino."

    Lovino checked his watch. "Screw it," he was halfway out the door when he winked at the waitress. "I'll come back for you later, bella." I followed him out into the streets and turned down the road.

    After a good five minute walk, we made it to an abandoned cement factory. It was on a dead end, and had one of those haunted house vibes. A few expensive cars were lined up on the street, which I assumed was from the mafia. I scanned the building instinctively, looking for any signs of snipers or scouts. I glanced over at Lovino who was beside me on the sidewalk staring at the building.

    "What if it's a trap?" I asked, my voice laced with worry.

    "I doubt it," Lovino replied, giving my shoulder a gentle pat. "Besides, what would the mafia want with a women like you?" He decided to take the first step towards the factory, and glanced over his shoulder to see if I was following his lead.

    When we pushed the door open, a group of people stared at us at the entrance. There was a melting pot really- men dressed in tuxedos, women in kimonos, and some in civilian clothes. A rather buff man stepped forward from the crowd and asked, "Who are you?"

    Lovino glanced at me softly, indicating he wanted me to speak. "Wow I'm surprised you boys don't know who I am," I took a few steps towards the crowd, with Lovino trailing behind me. "I make you all look like amateurs."

    "You talk tough for a bitch who's about to get slapped," the man snapped, his Russian accent thick.

    I smiled sweetly, as I stood before them. "Say as you wish."

    The man growled and entered another room that branches out from the auction square. Lovino tapped my shoulder softly, "I'll follow him."

    "Be quick, I don't like this place one bit."

    "Si," he agreed, and followed the man into the other room. As soon as he left my sight, I glanced around and saw a few mafia guys staring at me. All at once they turned towards the stage, and pretended they didn't look at me at all. Before I could scold them, a hand snake around my mouth and pulled me into a different room.

    I fell into the mafia's trap.


                                                          -=-=-=-


    Leaning against one of the pillars, a Spanish man dressed like one of the mafia members stood lighting a cigar. He took a puff and immediately grimaced at its taste- he never smoked, and now he knows why.

    "I'm so not joining the mafia- ever," he said aloud, but soft enough so none of the men around him would hear. The man was a undercover cop, and his mission was to stop the illegal auctions taking place with this factory. His two friends, Gilbert and Francis, challenged him to do the feat by himself or they would tell the chief that Antonio let a thief go.

    His mind wondered to that women he encountered yesterday night. Him and his squad predicted that the Smoke Clan would hit that auction next, and used it to capture a few members. They only managed to get a few of the transportation team, and could've gotten the woman if Antonio didn't let her go. He regretted not putting cuffs around her wrists at that moment, but he couldn't resist. She deserved a second chance to get out of the clan; women like her shouldn't do anything near that stuff. That was the excuse Antonio told Gilbert and Francis, but deep in his mind he knew it was beyond that. The first time he saw her, a look of innocence was plastered onto her face- too innocent that it was bound to be a trap. She was oblivious to the fact that she was hiding in a hallway only employees are allowed to enter. And the bit where she hid something behind her back and covered it up by saying her blouse was ripped, Antonio almost wished that was true. He knew she was acting the whole time, but he couldn't help but play along to spend the most time with her as possible.

    A man climbed onto the stage and announced, "Mafia agents, assassins, and whores, the auction is about to start!"

    "Nice one, Bill!" A person closest to the stage yelled.

    The auctioneer, now known as Bill, was short in stature and had brunette hair with strands of gray hair. "I know, I know. We have a wonderful item...Did I just say item? I meant person, specifically a beautiful women." A few men in the crowd whistled, and yelled with excitement. One of the brutes tugged a women onto the stage that sent a bolt coursing threw Antonio's body. It was the woman from last night- same flowing [H/C] hair draped on her shoulders and fierce [E/C] glaring daggers at the men before her. A cloth was tied around her mouth but she let out no muffled groans, and she never attempted to escape the brute's grasp. Metal cuffs held her wrists together, and dried blood was around the areas where the metal touched the surface of her skin.

    "She's an interesting lass," Bill said, smirking. "We have a legendary sniper  of the infamous Smoke Clan, [Y/N] [L/N]. She has rather...interesting choice of language." He nodded to the brute, and he took the cloth out of her mouth.

    "Fuck you all. Once I get out of this shitty place, I'll make sure I'll bathe you all in open flames...ump!" The brute enclosed her mouth.

    "Starting the bidding at two grand. Remember, she is one of the top auction snipers in the city."

    "Two is too cheap," A man yelled. "I bid five grand!"

    "A little desperate for this little beauty, eh?" Bill pulled [Y/N] by her hair, and she growled under the cloth in her mouth. "Be a good girl would ya? I need to fetch you a good price."

    The Spaniard chewed on his lip nervously, reviewing his plans of action. He said over and over again in his mind that she was a thief and deserved it. However, as a cop, it was his job to save people like her in this position.

    "Six grand!" He cringed at the desperate tone in the man's voice. These people were going to tear her apart like wolves, and Antonio couldn't let them do that.

    "Eight thousand," Antonio shouted, earning a few grunts from the men in the crowd.

    "Anyone want to outbid?" He asked shoving [Y/N] into the ground, causing a groan to escape through her cloth. The men in the crowd stayed silent. "Nothing? Sold to the Spaniard in the back!"

    Antonio walked towards the stage, and pulled out his checkbook to sign eight thousand dollars on the dotted line, "What's your name?"

    "Bill Keyes."

    "Here, and I'll take the chica." The Spaniard handed him the check and the brute tossed [Y/N] into his arms.

    Bill winked at him, "Good doin' business with ya. Take care of the lass." Antonio nodded and pulled [Y/N] out the door of the factory despite her protests. Once they hit the sidewalk, he removed the cloth from her mouth.

    "What the fuck are you doing?" She asked immediately after he took the cloth off.

    "You don't recognize me?" Antonio frowned, slightly offended.

    "Of course I did," [Y/N] said. "I'm asking why you freaking saved my ass."

    "I don't think a beautiful woman like you should be in the hands of those monsters."

    "What I do for a living technically makes me a monster too," she snarled.

    Antonio flinched slightly at her self judgement, "At least you have the potential to change."

    "Change? Change! Do I look like I want to change?" [Y/N] shouted.

    "No, but you will."

    "Aren't you a little fortune cookie. I won't change for shit."

    "You have to," He said, smirking slightly.

    "Are I now?"

    "I own you now. I won't let you free until you realize what you're doing is wrong. I suggest to respect my hospitality because I can throw you in jail."

    "I consider this kidnapping. I can have you in the jail cell next to mine for this," [Y/N] argued.

    Antonio tugged her towards his car and threw her in the backseat with her cuffs still on. He hopped into the front seat and filled a cover to reveal a red button. He pressed it down, and they heard a few explosions coming from the factory.

    "You blew it up?"

    He shook his head and inserted the key to start the engine. The car roared and lights turned on in the car. "It ignited a few barrels of gasoline to sabotage the auction." He glanced towards [Y/N] in the backseat, and saw her sigh in relief. "You had someone in there?"

    "Why should I tell you?" She scoffed.

    "You have every right to trust me."

    "My...I guess you would say 'partner in crime' was still in there. I'm sure he'll kick your ass in at least an hour."

    Antonio let out a short laugh and pressed his foot on the gas to propel down the street. "You're not going to escape."

    She sighed deeply, "What do I need to do in order to be set free?"

    "You need to quit all forms of thievery, including auction sniping."

    [Y/N] shifted herself into an upright position and smirked, "How do you know that I will quit?"

    "Trust me," he said, glancing back at her. "I'll know, chica."