#also have a massive exam today so wish my dumb bitch ass some luck

[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

Mafia (Part VIII/XI [Alt Endings])

Notes: Hi! So I definitely was never expecting Mafia to get popular or for anyone to enjoy it as I thought it might’ve been too violent. I also want to note, as I don’t think I was clear, that this was requested by @mrskamilxh and the original idea was not mine. I’m actually happily surprised by the positive feedback on this series because it grew on me as I wrote it, although I still think some chapters were better than others. I will post the three alternate ending either across the day tomorrow or throughout the week, once all three endings are posted I will make a masterlist for the whole series. On some unrelated notes, I strained my right shoulder/upper back today during a workout so that either means there will be lots of new fics coming in the next week and a half or I will go MIA for a while, just a heads up. I’m also not super duper proud of this chapter, I feel it was kind of rushed but again, I will reiterate, keep your expectations of me low and I mean boots with the fur low low low low. 

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy Johnson)

Tags: @mrskamilxh @cheeto-choices @slytherinthoughts7 @made-me-deep-blue @scarlet-letter-a0114 @lightning-fury @uselesslesbianfr @kamilah-sayeed-let-me-love-you @bellaraines @kamilahsayeet2063 @nydeiri 

Warnings: Violence, Language (I wouldn’t recommend this series for anyone who has military PTSD or any sort of trigger from violence as this is based in a fairly violent environment)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

“We have to move locations, Darius, we’ve been compromised.” Kamilah pulled Darius aside from the rest of the members, he gave her a knowing smile.

“I saw her outside. You call that a kiss?” Darius smirked as Kamilah whacked him on the shoulder, shooting him an eye roll.

“Shut up.” They broke into laughter, as they called attention to the rest of the mafia members. 

-----FBI HQ-----

“Did you find a location, Detective Johnson?” Leo stood across from Amy, his hands folded on the desk as he held out photographs of familiar mafia members. Amy’s eyes roamed the pictures, her heart nearly stopping at the picture of Kamilah, she slowed her breathing so she wouldn’t turn pink.

“Yes, they moved back into an abandoned base. I was able to get in and out undetected.” Amy sat back in her chair triumphantly, Jackson patting her on the back firmly. 

“Good, we’ll send a squad in quickly to secure the area. Maybe they’ll leave a trail to their next location there.” Leo stood up, reaching out to give Amy a handshake. Amy smiled, giving a firm handshake to Leo before retreating into her office. 

She pulled out her phone, turning off wireless network connection before texting ‘Holland Jaeger.’

All clear, better get moving. 

Will do. Are you going to rendezvous with us? 

I’m not sure. I don’t want to leave a trail or blow my cover. 

A knock on the door caused Amy to nearly drop her phone, she jumped out of her seat as Jackson slowly opened the door. 

“Good work Amy. Maybe we can corner the Mafia Dealer and end her once and for all.” Jackson grabbed Amy’s shoulder firmly, causing her to suddenly flinch. “Whoa there. You seem hella tense, what’s up?” Jackson swung a wooden chair in front of Amy, sitting down while resting his hands on his quad. 

“PTSD I guess? Kamilah may not have killed me but she still dished out an ass whooping.” Amy’s voice softened, remembering how it felt to have Kamilah’s hand smack her across her face. Her mind drifted to Kamilah’s warmth, her heated gaze, her eyes, her lips, her sweet soft lips..

“Amy? Do you need a medic?” Jackson appeared next to her, concern written across his chiseled face. Amy stood up from her desk, her cheeks a faint blush as a smile creeped onto her face as she got herself a bottle of water from the mini fridge. 

“No I’m okay. I’m just excited? It seems everything is working out perfectly in our favor.” She gave him a small smile.  Jackson stood, moved towards the door, giving Amy a firm nod of approval before exiting. Amy plonked herself back into her chair as she closed her eyes. 

----Kamilah----

“I think you’ve outdone yourself Kamilah,” Darius placed a wood crate down in the doorway of an abandoned warehouse in Staten Island, he took off his jacket, placing it on a dusty table, before turning back to Kamilah who was hastily typing on her phone. “Is it her? You know...the other members...you can’t let them know. Not now at least…” Darius walked over to the crate, using a crowbar to open it. He examined the guns inside, matte black with embroidered gold initials and symbols. 

“They won’t know Darius and they answer to me, not the other way around.” Kamilah put her phone in her pocket, exchanging her M-9 for the black one with her engraved initials. She placed it in her concealed holster before walking towards Darius, “anyways we have a task at hand. We need to lie low until she gets them off our back.” 

“That won’t be easy, we’re so used to gunfights and not laying low.” Darius let out a sigh, crossing his arms as gazed to the floor. 

“Nothing is ever easy for us Darius,” Kamilah gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “nothing worth having was easy to get...don’t you want to lose the FBI?” 

“And if it’s a trap?”

“We’ll have another fight on our hands.” Kamilah had a devilish grin on her face, Darius shook his head before grinning back. 

“So we each need an alias’...cover stories..definitely some accessories…” Kamilah walked out to the truck where a few other members waited patiently for orders. They turned and nodded silently as Kamilah approached, lowering their weapons in her presence. 

“Your orders Miss Sayeed?” 

“Lie low.” A murmur arose from the mafia members, angry and confused looks written on their faces. Kamilah took a deep breath, waving her hand for their attention again. “That doesn’t mean function under the law, it just means anything that would leave an obvious trail to us. This is New York, crime happens all the time. Don’t let it get traced to us.” The members hesitated before nodding, giving Kamilah their silent approval. She pulled Darius aside, handing him a file.

“Here, can you create some alias’? I’m assuming nobody is going to remain in a legal state so we should be prepared.” Kamilah folded her hands behind her back and Darius nodded before retreating to the hideout. 

Kamilah checked her phone, wanting to text Amy, to know she was safe from the FBI. The thought danced in her mind as she resumed her normal assignments, plotting the occasional “disappearance” along with more illegal exchanges. She unloaded file after file, debriefings and mafia member profiles, among crucial government members that were high ranked. She tossed most of them aside before revealing Keeping you a Secret from the bottom. She sighed softly to herself, reminiscing on the feeling of Amy, the way she tasted, the softness in her touch. 

“God I hope I’m not wrong about you Amy..” Kamilah jumped at the sound of gunfire, screams and running. She grabbed an assault rifle and moved towards the commotion. Darius leaned against the doorframe, his hand covering his stomach as he gave Kamilah a knowing look. 

“Kamilah you have to go…” He grimaced, pain written across his face, he pulled his hand back revealing two deep bullet wounds, “there’s too many...you won’t make it out alive…” He paused, his eyes near watery, he took a deep breath before moving towards Kamilah, attempting to push her towards the back door. 

“I’m not sacrificing my team for my own life!” kamilah pulled him into the office, sitting him in the chair before rushing out, “you’re going to be okay!” Her face flared with anger, frustration. “Please don’t be Amy…” She rushed into cover, using the scope of her rifle to assess the situation. 

Mafia members dropped to the ground as what appeared to be twenty FBI agents pressed forward. She looked for Amy, hoping this hadn't been her idea, praying she wasn’t turning on her, that the kiss meant something. “I can never catch a break can I..?” She whispered before shooting, striking down 5 agents before ducking again. 

She peered over the side as she heard tires screeching and Amy’s familiar voice calling out. 

“Stop! Stop firing!” Kamilah watched as Amy ran out of the car, rushing to stand in front of the FBI members, “Kamilah? Kamilah?!” Amy rushed towards the house, Kamilah keeping her cover out of caution. She wanted to run to Amy, pull her close but she couldn’t take that risk, not now. “Kamlah come on!” Amy pleaded, her eyes near watery. Kamilah thought what did it matter, most of her team was dead or had fled, she didn’t have much to lose. 

“Here.”