#I promise to redeem myself in part VII I swear!!!!

[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

Mafia (Part VI/I think it’s going to be 10)

Notes: ONE THE FIRST NOTE IM GOING TO APOLOGIZE FOR THIS PART OF THE SERIES AND IM SORRY!!! I honestly don’t think this chapter was great, but I’m hoping part VII will compensate because I had an idea of where I should take this fic while avoiding Stockholm syndrome. I’m definitely feeling the struggle of writing a coherent fic with this series, but it’s always good to get out of your comfort zone right? *laugh* Anyways so I’ve never written a 2 point perspective fic before so that was also new so like tell me what you think because I deadass need feedback because I love writing and I always want to put out content people are going to enjoy. I think I’m going to stick to one shots  with fluff and smut after this though! 

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy Johnson)

Warnings: Violence, Language 

Tags: @mrskamilxh @slytherinthoughts7 @made-me-deep-blue @scarlet-letter-a0114 @uselesslesbianfr @kamilah-sayeed-let-me-love-you (if you want to be tagged comment because a chapter of Mafia II that I deleted got around and people asked but I never saw it so I never knew 😬)

Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part V

----FBI Hideout----

“You’re alive!” Jackson guided Amy to an office, pulling out a seat for her to rest in before opening a first aid kit. “Damn, I’m sorry Amy. We-we were supposed to keep you safe..” Jackson reached for her wrist, Amy let out a whimper at the contact. 

“It’s okay Jackson, sometimes that happens,” Amy closed her eyes and Jackson applied the antibiotic ointment, “and it wasn’t your fault.” Amy watched Jackson’s deft hands wrap her wrists, his grip firm but soft. Their eyes met, Amy’s heart fluttered, his brown eyes slightly lighter than Kamilahs. Jackson reached out to cup Amy's face as she leaned into the contact, disregarding the throbbing of her bruises. 

“Who did this to your perfect face?” Jackson snarled, his eyes hardened. His hands were soft, gentle and warm, Amy closed her eyes.

“Kamilah.”

“She-she didn’t kill you?” Jackson let out a gasp, drawing his hand away.

“No,” Amy sighed again, reminiscing on the memories as their hostage, “she was planning on ransoming me for information or something.”

“Well, that won’t happen.” Jackson pulled Amy into a gentle hug, she leaned into him. His strong arms gave her a sense of peace, of safety. 

“Amy? Jackson? You guys all right?” Leo’s voice rang out, before the door creaked open. He stepped into the room, a regretful look on his face. “Amy-I, apologize. We-I don’t believe I prepared you enough before sending you back out there.” Leo bowed his head, an apologetic look on his face. 

“Don’t worry Leo, they didn’t kill me.” Amy laughed, followed by Jackson’s eye roll. 

“Well, I don’t know if you want to go back out there after her, we can certainly find someone else-” 

“No. It’s my mission and I’m going to finish it.” Amy huffed, crossing her arms and legs. 

“Amy!” Jackson cut in, Amy brushing him off with the wave of her hand.

“I know their tricks, if anyone can hunt them down, it’s me. It has to be me Leo, this is what I’ve been trained for.” Amy stood up, her eyes flaring with determination.

----A dark alleyway----

“Fucking hell.” Kamilah huffed, poking her head out of the alley to scan the surrounding area. She was angry, infuriated. Not only had the mafia lost control of a major boatyard, they’d also lost an upper hand over the law, they’d lost Amy. 

“So what? She got away, it’s not a big deal-” Darius nearly choked as Kamilah threw part of a brick at him.

“We lost a hostage Darius.” Kamilah huffed, drawing her handgun, “we lost the boatyard. We lost Amy, and now the law is upon us.” She concealed her gun, before moving her hand for the rest to follow. 

Kamilah moves swiftly, silently and with precision. She knew the streets of NYC like the back of her hand, leading her men to an old abandoned base. 

“So was it a rat?” Darius hesitated, stepping back out of Kamilahs arm range. Kamilah huffed in frustration, setting her equipment on a crumbly table. Her eyes flared, her jaw clenched as she shook with fury. 

“I had one job. I-“ Kamilah sighed, recomposing herself. “We have work to do. Amy is a loose end for us... I’ll see that it gets cut off.” Kamilah gestured for the men to settle in and begin preparation. 

—— 2 days later ——

“So you figured it out Amy?” Jackson appeared at Amy’s side, his perfect brown hair shining in the light. 

“Yes Jackson I know what I’m doing.” Amy huffed, reminiscing on the few moments with Kamilah that gave her a new perspective of the Mafia. 

“And?” Jackson crossed his arms, pointing to the map of NYC. “Can you draw her out?” 

Amy felt her gut turn at the thought. She didn’t want to kill Kamilah, and if she could keep her alive she would. It was a complicated situation and she’d be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t contemplated quitting her job as a detective. 

“Yes.” Amy stood there quietly, praying Jackson hadn’t been smart enough to read body language. 

“You don’t want to kill her do you?” He hesitated, Amy turned to gaze into his deep brown eyes. “Amy I’m-I’m not going to incriminate you if you don’t want to kill her.” He faltered, gazing towards the ground. 

“Jackson you know I don’t, I wouldn’t want to kill anyone-.” Amy felt her face flush at the thought of Kamilah. “I don’t like killing people, I don’t like hurting them. It seems unnecessary.”

“I know that but-“ His smile fell, and his eyes lost some of their spark. “The-the way you talk about her...it’s-different from any other target you’ve had to pursue. Might I ask why?” 

“No. Sorry Jackson.”

“It’s okay. Well, we should get back to it.” He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Amy with her thoughts and memories. Amy felt her eyes well up at the thought of having to kill, or arrest Kamilah. Amy contemplated how she could draw Kamilah out in a way that wouldn’t immediately get her killed. 

“Keeping you a secret” Amy let out a gasp, her eyes widening at her idea, she glanced down at the map of New York. She moved out of the hideout, she walked quickly, knowing exactly where she had to go and what she had to do to keep Kamilah alive. 

---Abandoned Base----

“So we have to kill her, can’t we just shoot her?” Darius huffed, Kamilah standing up and nearly choking him.

“No.” 

“Why not? She’s a loose-end like you sai-” In a flash Kamilah had Darius against the wall, handgun held against his stomach. 

“There’s other ways to deal with loose ends.” Kamilah withdrew her gun, her eyes still hardened. 

“Oh I see. You liked her didn’t you?” Darius smirked, crossing his arms in victory. “You liked her, you like her, so you refuse to kill her.” Kamilah looked away, a feeling of weakness growing in her stomach. “Who would’ve thought that the toughest Mafia arms dealer would’ve fallen for a detective who wants nothing more but to see you dead. But I was in love once too, Kamilah, so I will help you, even hardasses like ourselves deserve something right?”

“Perhaps, but let’s stay focused. Obviously this was a setup but I doubt the FBI was smart enough to realize we wanted control of that boatyard. If there’s a rat we need to cut it off before anyone gets killed.” Kamilah composed herself, the image of Amy sleeping soundly replaying in her mind. Kamilah walked out of the hideout for a quick breath of air, contemplating her decisions in the past few days. 

“How’d we end up like this…” She let out a sigh, taking in the cool, crisp air of New York. 

“I don’t know but I can assure you it’s one for the storybooks.” Kamilah turned and met Amy’s familiar eyes, she let out a sigh before shaking her head and drawing her handgun. 

“How did you find us? It’s been two days.” Kamilah took a half-step forward, her heart racing. 

“It wasn’t hard. We caught the mafia here once and it was the closest hideout from the boatyard.” Amy leaned against the wall of the hideout, unphased by the gun being held towards her. “I’m not here to kill you, if that’s what you think I’m going to do.” 

“Well what are you here for then?” Kamilah lowered her gun, her eyes meeting Amy’s. 

“A proposition.”