Hey, so I’m not dead. I’ve been touching a lot of grass and getting my affairs in order. So enjoy this short and sweet Yandere OC piece.
Yandere Short Stories:
Black Coffee
1920s Mobster x Oblivious Waitress Reader
If anyone were to ask (your name) if she knew the local mob’s ‘mad dog’ personally, she would tell them no. She didn’t necessarily know Vinnie on a personal level. (Your name) only knew he was a regular at the diner she waited at and his usual order. A black coffee, extra strong, piping hot. Nothing else. He was easily her simplest customer that always tipped well. A fat wad of cash was always handed to her personally before he finally left right before closing time. He only ever tipped her despite having a few other, prettier waitresses at this little diner. For a small little diner in the heart of Little Italy in New York, Vinnie gave enough cash for a month’s rent each time… which only made his presence all the more out of place there.
Yet it wasn’t just his presence that was out of place, it was also his appearance. Vinnie always had on a crisp pinstripe suit, despite not being the boss of his mob family. He was always clean cut with his dark hair slicked back and his white fedora on. He was a real handsome fella, if one would ignore he was apart of the Italian mob. To (your name), Vinnie was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.
She just didn’t understand why he would stay at the diner up until her shift was over. Nor did she comprehend why he’d wait in the parking lot in his cherry red corvette until she left the cafe’s vicinity completely. (Your name) never thought she was anything special, but Vinnie would be at the diner from the start of her shift till the end whenever he had free time. She swore she felt his gaze bore holes into the back of her head.
“You’re a real looker.” Vinnie told her one day as she refilled his cup of hot black coffee as usual. His Italian accent was heavy yet raspy. It was obvious he smoked. “I’m amazed a dame like you don’t got a man at home.”
“…no. I don’t have a boyfriend.” She replied to the mobster who gave a smirk.
“I know. Otherwise I wouldn’t be talkin’ to ya.” He took her hand in his much larger one. “Name’s Vincent, but you can call me Vinnie.”
“Nice to meet you, Vinnie. I’m-“
“(Your name). I know. I’ve had my eye on you for a long time now, bella.” Vinnie brought her knuckles up to his mouth for a kiss. “Real pretty name for a real pretty girl.”
She blinked a few times but ultimately gave a quiet thanks. He knew her name? She hardly ever told anyone her name… even her boss got her name wrong so how the hell did a man like Vinnie Moretti know it?
She watched him put his chin in his palm as he brazenly admired her like she was a work of art at a museum.
“How bout I take ya to the Ravenite Social Club? We can go out on the town after and I can show you all the best spots Little Italy has to offer a dame like you?” Vinnie asked (your name), a wolfish grin on his face. “I can even take ya out to dinner if that isn’t your cup of tea. And I can bring ya some flowers. The whole nine yards, bella.”
“That sounds lovely, Vinnie. But I have work-“
“You’re breakin’ my heart, sweetheart! I’ve been tryin’ real hard to impress you and you can’t even spare lil’ ol’ Vinnie some time?” He put his hands on his chest as he sighed. “What else does a man gotta do to make ya wanna spend a few hours with him?”
“I’m flattered, I am-“
“Then go out with me. We could have somethin’ beautiful, ya know.” He wrapped his arm around her, which made a chill roll down her spine. “Start off slow as I immerse ya in Little Italy more. Hell, you can meet my Nonna. She makes a mean lasagna. Always wanted me to settle down… she’d love ya. You’re pretty and shy. Such a catch. She’ll probably start planning a big, fat Italian wedding the moment you enter the door.”
“I… I don’t know what to say…”
“Then don’t say anything. You can just follow my lead.” Vinnie smirked. “I’ve been making sure no one steals you away so you can be my girl.”
“What do you mean?” Her voice trembled out before she could seal her lips. Her fear was obvious, and just like a shark, Vinnie could smell it. A cocky grin crawled on his face.
“You really think men don’t want you, cara mia?” Vinnie chuckled. “I think you underestimate yourself… and my affection. I’d fight the devil himself if he tried to take you away from me. You’re mine, whether you like it or not.”
“But Vinnie-“ he grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, his stubble tickled her soft skin.
“Shh. I have you now, cara mia. I’ve been waiting months sipping this subpar black coffee all so I can get my bella. Amore mio sei bellissima.” His kisses trailed up her arm before he stopped and turned those dark eyes up to admire her face. Those dark eyes were as dark as the coffee she’s been serving in for the last four months… but filled with more flavor than the cheap grounds this little cafe could ever serve. “Tu sei mio e io sono tuo.”