Hi!! I hope im not disturbing you at all
Im just wondering how would Yan!Mafia would react if [name] had a mental break down.
He'd be calling [name] to maybe taunt them a bit only to be met with them sobbing, and venting to him about all their troubles. With their boss being a pain in the butt, constantly being pressured by everyone or other issues.
And would even plea for Yan!Mafia not to leave the call and keep them company.
How would he react to that?
(Sorry if this is so long π)
OHHH this is a good question anonnie... π
How would Yandere!Mafia Boss reacted to [Name] venting their frustrations out in the call instead of hanging up?
Actually, more than horrible. Every day is a horrible day for [Name], but today was just extra horrible.
You didn't get an ounce of sleep last night, called by your higher up before you could even take a sip of water from your desk, no β before you could even SIT on your chair after standing up explaining new traces that were captured last morning to your coworkers. Just a perfect timing indeed..
That damned same man, his high pitched voice that you don't bother hearing, probably demanding why the operation took forever while slamming the papers to your face while he gazed on you as if you were less than him. Sometimes you wanted to strangle this man, but being a criminal is definitely not your so ideal life.
"You deal with this. Don't care what you come up with. If i heard another call from the people above us, consider your salary is cut." , "Please sir, i am doing my bestβ" , "No one cares, Detective [Name]. We wanted results. That's YOUR job."
Years of being a detective has given you at least one important lesson : no one gives a fuck about you, and you give a fuck about no one. You've cried countless time by yourself all alone, not necessarily out of sadness β but more of anger, frustrated tears. You thought you already grew out of that phase though, that you'd just called your higher up an annoying piece of shit as usual and move on.
So pray tell, [Name]. What are you doing right now?
"And then heβ" you sobbed and sniff as your hand shakes from the frustration, "and then he yelled at me again, AGAIN! About the same damn thing as if i'm not working my ass off?! As if i barely go home these days?! As if i wasn't the one handling his shits while he go out with his fuckass friends whatever i dont give a fuck, HAH! LIKE??! WHAT DID HE DO OTHER THAN COMPLAINING TO ME???" You gritted your teeth and complained again, it felt right. "Man, i just want my money.. and a whole day of sleep... and doomscroll... and money.." you said carelessly as you wiped your tears that kept running down your cheeks. Fuck, you felt pathetic and embarassing after you calmed down... a blush crept up to your neck when you realized you had just vented to him for almost 50 minutes in your car and begged for him to stayed. You don't really have a close friend to share your stress and exhaustion with, nor you want to go to therapy β way too expensive.
But seriously..? Venting to a mafia boss who was actually planning to torment you in the call? Fucking hell, mate.
He remained silent the entire time you vented to him, you were very sure that he was holding his laughter back when you cried your heart out, or recording your whining while he planned to blackmail you with it afterwards, or he could've also fallen asleep and asked if you were done.
Surprisingly, the mockery never came. There was a long time of silence, before he hung up the call.
You were confused and think that was kind of rude of him, not that you expected him to sympathize, but oh well. At least your chest felt less tight than usual.
The following days after, the criminal that you've been targetting was found dead in the lake by suicide. It was a surprising turn of event, but the case was closed and the rest of his men were captured eventually.
But you didn't even had enough time to grasp the whole situation, because one of your coworkers frantically ran to you, her face pale. Saying that your boss, just got into a heavy accident and was currently in the hospital now.
He was found mute and probably unable to speak for the rest of his life, at least very hard to β that's what the doctor said, and somehow whenever you showed your face in front of him, he would went into hysteria and you were never allowed to see him again. No one really knows what had happened to him.
Soon enough, someone else's replaced his position as your boss.
No one bats an eye, it was a surprising and shocking event to everyone around you, but not uncommon enough in your line of works. Everyone just continued with their own lives.
You know something was off, you know who had orchestrated all of this. You felt a cold sweat ran down your back, you didn't dare to look in the shadows. You know he was watching. And he knows that you were watching him watching you.
why are you blushing, Detective?
