This is a Lumitu Mafia AU (is that the right way to describe it?) where Amity has always been trained to be cold-hearted but then she meets Luz...

Thank you RayllumSokeefeLumity (I finally got your name spelt correctly, in the original version of the previous chapter is said Softkeefe)

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Amity's POV:

Ever since the age of two, my mother trained me under her wing to be a member of her mafia. She told me how to fight, kill and be cold-hearted.

I had to watch as my best friend was kicked out of the group, I had to watch as she started dating my nemesis Hunter and how they started having a happier life together. I had to watch all of this and keep a straight face.

But one day, while on a mission with Boscha and Skara, something magical happened...

We were running along the street and then I looked over and my heart skipped a beat. There next to me was a girl with a pixie cut in a purple cat hoodie and I don't know why but she took my breath away.

I stopped right there and I kept on letting Boscha and Skara run off without me so I could walk up to her.

"Hi..." I said, my face starting to turn red as I waved at her, what was I doing.

I tried to hide it but it then just made me go even redder, I've never known what embarrassment felt like until now.

"Are you going to k-kill me?" The girl stuttered, backing up against the walk behind her.

I then looked down and found a dagger in each hand. I then threw them behind me.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you!" I said.

She then walked a little closer to me and smiled.

"I'm Luz Noceda, what's your name?" She asked.

I know that I couldn't say my last name because the Blight Mafia is world famous and she would definitely run away so I had to just stick with my first name.

"I'm Amity," I replied.

"You're so cute by the way!" Luz squealed.

"Wait what?!" I exclaimed, my face turning red again, "No I'm not!"

"Yes you are, has no one ever told you that before?" Luz asked.

"I have a complicated past..." I muttered.

"Well, here's my phone number if you ever want to tell me about it!" She replied and handed me a little note.

I smiled when I saw the heart drawn underneath it.

"Thanks," I replied.

I waved her off but as I watched her leave with a smile on my face, a lived hand gripped my shoulder tightly. That hand has touched me so many times that it was that familiar, it was my mother's...