" 'Formaggio's, dont touch or I'll shrink your balls off " Illuso read off a sticky note with a crudely draw picture of little feet,well that's what he assumed it was and pair of hairy balls, yup this was definitely Formaggio food,he been walking about how much he was looking forward to eating it when he got back...whelp! Time to dig in!

He pulled the tin foiled covered pie of and started at it,was it pumpkin? Or yams? Well it didn't matter,he wasn't picky. He placed the pie into the mirco wave and fixed himself some water while he waited for the chime. The smell of sweet potatoes engulfed the base,man it smelled good.

Pulling the slice of pie out of the microwave he immediately dug in,"oh man! This is really good!" He leaned on the counter and continued eating his co-workers food,who ever made this needed to make him some!

"Hey Illuso! Did you-" the assassin looked up from 'his food' mid chew and made eye contact with Formaggio,"BASTARD!" Illuso chewed fasted and dumped the rest of the pie into his mouth and swallowed,"I HAD MY NAME ON THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

"Oi! Why the fuck are we yelling!?" Ghiaccio yelled,throwing away a can of sprite cranberry.

"Did you really think a sticky note was going to stop me?" Illuso chugged some water, man that was good.

"No! Because I assumed that my CO-WORKER would have some RESPECT FOR SOMEONES FOOD!" He yelled and rubbed his face.

"Chill out its like 7 pm,Walmart is still open just go buy a new one"

"I didn't buy it asshole! I got it from the church down town!"

"Too bad"

"Oh I'm going to strangle you-" thats when the phone in his pocket started to ring,"after this phone call you dead meat you bastard," Formaggio put his phone to his ear,"yeah?"

"Maggie?" You asked.

"Oh hey,___! Whats up?" He mood brightened a bit,you were always good for conversation! A sweet lil thing he often asked to kitty-sit his cat when he was away.

"Oh good,I was afraid I called the wrong number! I was wondering if you and your friends wanted some extra Thanksgiving food? I wanted to try my hand at cooking and I accidentally made way too much,Father said I could give it to someones family who means alot to me! So um...I thought of you"

He wanted to punch something you were so sweet! Thinking about him like this! When he was younger he'd only experience a 'real' Thanksgiving once when he was ten.

"Yeah that sounds great! I'll come get you in like five minutes ok?"

"Ok! See you then! Bye!"

"Bye!" He put his phone back in his pocket and grabbed Illuso by the hair,"and you are going to tell everyone to come here and eat"

"And you honestly think you can make me-" he felt something long and sharp poke him near his junk,"you wouldn't" Illuso started to sweat a bit.

"I'd do anything for some soul food and if it means shrinking some nuts well thats just a sacrifice ill just have to make" he thrusted little feets claw past Illusos pants, right next to his junk.

"Pass me the damn phone" he hissed.

Formaggio withdrew little feet and patted his Co-worker one the shoulder,"tell everyone to bring an empty stomach!" And he closed the door behind himself.

Power walking to his car,Formaggio easily slipped inside and turned the heat on,it was around 7pm and the sun had already set so he had to go pick you up quickly! The streets were mostly empty which ment he was able to get to you twice as fast!

The church was coming up and he pulled up around the covant side where he knew you lived on the second floor.

When he pulled up he could see you talking to one of the brothers,you turned to his car and waved to him.

"Ay Brother Sale! How have you been?" He gave you a side hug and gave a firm hand shake to the dark skinned man.

"By the blessing of God Iv been healthy,___ worked really hard on these dishes so I'm very greatful that she gets to enjoy it with people she cares about,just promise me you'll keep her safe"

"Brother Sale! I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!" You pouted,hands on your hip,slightly offended! You hardly took any risks and you knew this neighborhood fairly well!

"Yeah man,I'll be sure she stays safe,"

Sale nodded and leaned down to pick up a large pot of stew,"well lets get this food inside before it gets cold"

"Hey! Formaggio!" You leaned down and picked up three wicker baskets filled with hot pastries and rolls he could smell from where he stood,"I wanted to try a bunch of new recipes and Father let me! Isnt that so generous of him!?" You placed them in the backseat next to the mac'n cheese and cornbread.

"Yeah,they smell really good! I'm sure pesci would love them!" He helped you grab the ham and turkey,"is that it?" He closed the backseat door.

"Mmhm! Thanks brother sale! I'll see you later!" You hugged him goodbye and slipped into the passenger side and closed the door,"whats everyone been doing?"

"Getting on my last nerves is what they've been doing, Illuso the bastard ate my last slice of pie! Even with my name on it! Can you believe it!?"

"Aww you poor thing! Don't worry,if He ever eats your food I'll bake you a new one! Oh! By the way! I tried out this really,really really! Old pomegranate Danish recipe! And I wanted you to be the first to try it!" You picked of cutely,dragon shaped mini pie,"I had to sneak this one in! I wanted to try my hand at baking cute things too! Say 'ahhh'!" You held it out to him.

"Ahh! Mm! Oh shet! Dish es verlly gosh!"

Your heart sped up at his compliment,the truth was that you'd developed a rather unfortunate crush on the dark skin man and well, you knew the covent wouldn't allow you to actively peruse a romantic relationship with him so this was the most you could get but seeing him enjoy your food was good enough for you. Little did you know he could see that 'puppy love' look you had in your eyes.

It was cute if he was being honest, you were fairly young,about 19 or 20 if he remembered correctly. You were a bit too naive, you'd never left the city and was a bit too trusting of other which often made him worry when he saw you and your fellow sisters doing charity work but damn it all if he didn't want to see you in his shirt! A virgin nun? Who'd probably never seen or even thought about a man's dick before in her life? He didn't think he had many fetishes but that thought really did get his motor going.

"Dear God above please marry me!" And you were so good at cooking! If he had a cute little wife like you waiting for him at home every day with good food like this?! Then shit he just might have to kidnap you!

"I-is it really that good?" You pulled out a napkin and wet it with the small water bottle he had in his cupholder,"when I tried it i thought it was missing something" you dabbed some pomegranate juice off the corner of his mouth a bit of pomegranate juice dripped onto your finger,"oh dear" and just as you were about to dab the juice away when he caught you finger and licked the juice away.

"If you ask me it tastes just fine," he kissed the tip of your finger and pulled onto the side of the road.

"...." you didn't say anything,how were you supposed to respond to that!? D-did he like you back!? Oh dear lord guide your lost soul!

"Hey,___?" He cocked his head at you. He really had no idea what how fast he made your heart race! With his stupid buzz cute hair and his stupid pretty eyes! It wasn't fair! "You ok?"

"Im fine! We should get the food inside before it gets cold!" You undid the seat belt and stepped out of the car trying to get your emotions under control.

Meanwhile Formaggio was dying on the inside! You were just so cute! He could see your brain stop working the moment he put your finger to his lips! He wanted to see more of that shocked and puppy love look in your eyes. In fact he wanted to see how far he could before you just stopped working completely,maybe he could even convince you to get in bed with him? Wouldn't that be something?

Grabbing the stew he placed it near the front door and moved to grab the rest of the food,he didn't trust any of his team mates to fuck it all up. When you placed the last basket on the door step he caught your hand,he didn't want to go in just yet; He wanted to see how badly he could make you blush.

"You know I probably shouldn't be saying this but your really cute,___" He'd got right into your personal space,making you back up and hit the brick wall.

"I- um- thank you very much!" You looked down at your feet and wrung your wrists,not make a fool out of yourself," I think your very handsome"

"Hey,hey,hey no need to get so shy,___," he cood,"come on,___,look at me...thats a good girl" he put his hand on your hip and leaned ever so closer to your face.

'Oh my gosh! Is he going to kiss me!? What do I do?!' Your mind felt so scattered and he was mear millimeter from your own and in your head you knew that you needed to push him away but in your heart you really want him to kiss you! But this wasn't allowed! You would be scolded if anyone found! And punished accordingly too but what if this was test from God? To test your devotion? If so then you wouldn't give in! No matter how intoxicating he smelt!

"I guess it can't be helped," he pulled away and knocked on the door loudly," I really shouldn't be toying with you like that but you really make it difficult you know that?"

"Dont tease me like Maggie! Its very unbecoming!" You blood was roaring through your ears as you picked up one of the baskets.

The door opened revealing a rather tall blond,"Formaggio what the hell did you do this time? Did you abduct a nun?"

You made a face at his statement but held you hand,"good evening sir! My name is,___, from the Saint Patrick church! I brought over some Thanksgiving food that I wanted to share!" You held up the basket for him to take a scone or biscuit.

"Move it bun head,got a hand full of stew!" Formaggio squeezed past the both of you and into the kitchen.

"Well,At least you have some proper manners, call me Prosciutto," he shook your hand and took the basket from your hands,"take a seat at the table, PESCI!" he raised his voice and a timid and funny looking man turned.

"Yes big bro?"

"Come help me with the food"

"Coming!" He waved at you and scurried to the car to help with the rest of the food in.

"Sister,come sit!" A man with Purple hair waved you over at the table were several other men were sitting.

You shyly shuffled over and sat down,"good evening sirs thank you for allowing me to come over"

"Oh its not problem at all! If I'd known someone like was coming I'd have come dressed a bit nicer" he smiled at you.

"Oh goodness your making me blush" you usually didn't get such straight forward compliments!

"Im melone by the way, that loud mouth right there is Ghaiccio, the ponytailed one is Illuso and at the center of it all is ca- I mean Risotto"

None of the men at the table bother to greet you. Unsure of what to do next you drummed your finger on your knee,"its nice to meet your,Mr.Melone, my name is,___"

"Mr.Melone? Oh I like the sound of that!" He smiled at you.

"Dont you start with that creepy shit Melone" Ghiaccio hissed,he was leaning back in his chair.

"Melone,put baby face away" the man at the head of the table said. You werent sure what a 'baby face' was, it sounded like a band!

"In a moment",he was typing away at something, a phone perhaps?

"Thats it, right?" Formaggio placed try of Ham on the table.

"Yes! I hope everyone likes it!" You were a bit nervous but excited!

"Excuse me" the funny looking man sat down next to you,well more like forced.

"Thank you for allowing me into your home,Mr.Pesci" you held out your hand.

"M-mr.? Oh no! There's no need for that! Really! Just call me Pesci! And the food smells really good", he toyed with his hands.

"Well I hope it tastes just as good as it smells!" He seemed like a nice man!

"All right,this is the last tray!" He revealed a large,freshly cooked ham and sat down next to you.

"Well then,let us all say grace," you popped Formaggio on the hand as he reached for the ham,"Mr.Pesci?" You offered your hand to him while your right had already taken Formaggio's.

He seemed a bit confused and looked to Prosciutto for help,the blond mearly shrugged and bowed his head in respect.

Pesci grabbed your hand and you began prayer,"Dear heavenly father, we thank you for this bountiful harvest before us and thank you most graciously for allowing us to live on your earth please continue to watch over every head at this table,amen"

"Uh is there a certain order we eat in?" Pesci asked,he didn't know much about catholic traditions but everyone else had already dug in.

"Shut up and eat white boy!" Formaggio slapped Pesci on the back.

And maybe it was a little ironic for a group of assassins to be saying grace but they really couldn't explain to a young catholic woman that they were all a bunch of hit men.

So they ate their fill on a quiet November night