Ch 3

You know that old saying, between a rock and a hard place? I think that's the best description of my circumstances at the moment. On one hand I'm having a meal with a Mafia don who more than likely wants me dead. On the other hand said mafia don is Capone (Gang) Bege from the world of one piece, and judging by the white suit, the clean shaven face, and the less squat bild, from the height of his power in the west blue. Guess that the changes happened on the grand line. Not a cosplayer,unless he's fanatic enough to kidnap a random stranger to convince them that they've gotten thrown it the world of one piece like those Si stories. … Wait second, that actually makes more sense than actually being in the world of one piece. Nonetheless, I should play along with whatever this guy wants. He did still kidnap me after all. In the midst my of attempt to rationalise this series of events, the Bege look-alike(?) started speaking again.

"Sit down, Help yourself to some food, Friend. I admire the balls it takes to pull something like this, However I can't let an insult like this stand. Vito tells me that you claim that you weren't sent here by anyone and that you looked horrified when told about what you did, And seeing your face when you entered this room confirmed that for me. If you were a cipher pol agent there would have been a bit of steel in your eyes masked by fear. I should know we've caught one of them before. So I'll ask again, why did you come here?

I'll give it to the guy he does give off the the vibe of a mafia boss really well. All of the basic parts are there; the calmness, class, and intimidation. Now, how do I answer this without upsetting the guy? My brain is telling me to call this guy out on this cosplay bs, but that is a stupid idea. My gut is telling me to come up with something,come on think! Think up something…. Got It! Just can't be too hammy about this.

"First of all, Don Bege, I thank you for your hospitality; and for why I came here is simple, I want to work for you. I lived on an Island about two days away from here. Life was easy for us until about a month ago. A troupe of marines came to our home and made my mother and sister…."serve" them or else they would kill them. They tried to resist and they were …..executed. My father meet the same fate shortly after. I have no doubt that I also would have if I hadn't run away after they first entered our home. With nothing left for me I decided to travel to your base of operations and beg for a job. For some reason I decided that the best way to get your attention was to do something stupid and a little sidical, So I decided to enter from the ceiling." I explained lying through my teeth. If this is a cosplayer who's really into role playing they should accept that backstory and if by some chance this was the real Bege I hope the story is plusibe enough for him to buy it.

"Well, thats and sad story, mr. william, but before I even think of giving you a job I need to know what you can do to help me and my family you know? So what can you do?" Bege responded curtily

Well he isn't having those men on the outside of the room fill me full of holes so that's a start. Wait have they even moved during this conversation? And how do I know that those guns are real? Then again I can't take the risk that they aren't since it's my ass on the line. Right what can I say that makes me look good but still stays true to my "backstory"? Grunt work? No that's out, don't have the muscle mass needed for that. Mechanic? Definitely not, I wouldn't even know how to start. Profiler? No i'm smart but I don't have the necessary social skills to be effective….That's it, accounting! I'm good with numbers and math. That just makes things harder since I'll be handling this guy's money and If there's one thing I know, its that People don't like other people messing with their money, So that means i can't mess up even a little bit. Just great, I just keep digging myself deeper into a hole. Un oh The bege look alike is looking at me Just answer the question will. Nothing hard about that. Right just do it.

"Well then Don Bege, I am not accustomed well to the physical side of this line of work as you can see, but I am ,however, really good with numbers, so I think i can be the most useful to you as an accountant for the family¨ I managed to get out under Bege´s(?) steely then I felt my stomach drop with what The man across from me said next.

¨So you break into my home, accentily punch me in the face, and then ask for one of the most important jobs in the family? You must be stupid kid. Shame too, I was just starting to like you. Have him sleeping with the sea kings before dawn tomorrow boys.¨ Bege responded coolly turning back to his meal.

FUCKFUCKSHITfUCKASSSHIT! WHAT DO I DO? THAT WAS THE BEST DAMN THING I COULD COME UP WITH. OH GOD I GOING TO DIE AT THE HANDS OF SOME COSPLAY FREAK! FUCK I´M ONLY 16! I´M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! A loop of things like that continued to swirl around my mind for a few seconds that felt like an eternity until a voice cut through through the din of panicked thoughts.

"Father we do need a new accountant considering leaky eyed lucha's sudden betrayal of the family. Rero. Where else are we going to find an accountant quickly and not to mention to mention this guy came to us when he had no other . So in my opinion there is very low chance of him betraying . Right Mr. william? Rero." Vito said tossing his hat in the ring of weather or not I'd die tonight.

The endless panic that had been racing around the inside of my head grew quieter (but not gone unfortunately) and was somewhat replaced with confusion. Why would Vito stick his neck out for me, a random prisoner who assaulted his boss? He should be foaming at the mouth for me to die, like Gotti apparently is based on how he looks estic at the prospect and is only controlling himself because Bege is in the your head's on the chopping block right now, Fix It!

"R-right Vito. I never went into this idea planning to betray the Don." I stuttered out feeling the sweat drip down the back of my neck. Thankfully Vito's intervention seemed to make Bege reconsider.

"You want to be my accountant then Mr. william? Just know that if even one berri goes missing than you'll wish you were dead. And Vito? If that happens you'll be taking the punishment along with your friend here. Understand?" Bege said after a minute of thought not looking up from his steak.

"Completely, . Thank you for your gensority. Rero." VIto responded somehow not showing any signs of unrest or worry at the threat.

"Oh and one more thing Mr. william." Bege saId looking up form his meal right a we were falling into an uneasy silence

"Yes Don?" I responded maybe a bit too quickly out of nerves.

"Use that steak knife beside you to cut off your pinky and ring finger from your non dominant hand. The pinky as an apology to the family and the ring is to prove your loyalty to me. We can't have an accountant who will 'forget' about some people's debts to us right?" Bege ordered with a slight chuckle

What. Did he just say that. Really? I don't have a choice about this do I?! Can I even just chop them off with one swing? No, I think I'm going to have to saw them off one at a time oh god this is going to hurt. This is clearly a test if it is the real bege or if this is some cosplayer who enjoys others pain oh god… Right just grit you your teeth and get it over with…..I repeated the mantra to myself as I Grabbed the steak knife that was sharper than normal in my right hand while putting out the aforementioned fingers on my left hand. I guess that this was always part of the plan if I wanted to walk out of here. Right just do it….

"ARRGGG! FUCK!SHITFUCK!" I shouted out as my pinky finger fell from my hand and onto the table and Immediately the blood started gushing out of the wound. I quickly grabbed a napkin and clutched it to the wound to try and numb the pain. Funny story, I'd never broken a bone before and the worst pain I've dealt with before in my life is novacane being injected into an infected toe. So as you can Imagine That memory just got surpassed by a long shot. I could feel tears running down my face as I looked up at whoever was sitting in front of me.

"Why are you looking at me, Mr william? You still have one more to go right?" The man who claimed to Bege said looking at me the same way a person watches an animal trapped in a cage.

Right I still have to c-cut off one more finger than i'm done. Why did I ever want to do something like this?! I wondered between the flashes of immense pain shooting through my body and Fighting off the darkness that was creeping at the edges of my vision.

"Right one more.. It won't be so bad the first ones always worse…" I could hear myself muttering as I brought the steak knife up again. As it turned out I was wrong; apparently the bone of a ring finger is a lot thicker than the bone of a pinky finger. As a result I had to saw through this one. My shaky hands didn't help the process in the process in the slightest. After around 30 seconds later the finger fell off and landed next to the previous one. The tears were all out now but this time I managed to stop myself from screaming only because I was swallowing my vomit. I then wrapped the now gushing stump with the bloody napkin and again looked my new boss.

"Your done then? Good gregory here will take you to the medic to clean you up. Then Someone will show you to your work space. You start tomorrow understood? Oh and one more thing take those with you." Bege commanded gesturing to my fingers that had started to ooze blood on the table cloth.

"Y-yes Don. Thank you for this" I spat out as respectfully as possible considering my situation right now. Not even a minute after saying that I succumbed to the darkness that I'd been fighting off.

~~~~~~~~~~~Line is broken yet again. our apologies~~~~~~~

3d person pov

Vito looked at the person who he had for some reason convinced his don to spare at the risk of his own head as Gregory carried him over his shoulder and out of the room making sure to pick up the severed fingers as he left. And then Capone bege, put down his silverware and Spoke.

"So vito, why did you decide to back that man despite not knowing him? You are my advisor but I'm curious about your thought process."

"Well Father, there's a multitude of reasons for that. Rero. The biggest reason is simply since he's a kid. Rero. You know I don't like killing . The second reason is because he looked like he actually needed the job. Rero. And most importantly we do actually need a new accountant and we're not exactly beating off applicants with a stick here,Rero." Vito said sharply and effectively like he always did when giving his opinion to the Don.

"Very well then Vito I'll accept your judgement on this but know that I'm not joking about Having you executed If the kid Messes up. And one more thing what do we do about That fake backstory he spewed at us?"

"I"LL go beat the hell out of him once he wakes up Father." Gotti Exclaimed voicing his opinion into the conversation.

"Wait and see if he tries something first Gotti. Don't give him the idea that we know that he's lied to our faces just yet. Other than that your all dismissed." Bege responded wincing at his chief of staff's enthusiasm

"Yes Father" was the response of every member of his family that was in the room as they filled out of the room taking the plates and the bloody tablecloth.

"Well then, William, welcome to the family hope you survive the experience" Bege muttered taking a smoke from his cigar.

An: Welp, that happened. In all honestly I'm kind of pleased with how this turned out. And I'm sorry about all the typos in the last chapter. Would anyone be willing to be a beta reader to make sure that doesn't happen again? If so please just P.M me thanks!