His voice was deep and smooth, with an almost humorous undertone. He towered over me, but Dream was definitely still a little bit taller.
"I can see why Dream likes you," he smiled menacingly. "Cute, innocent...."
I shifted uncomfortably in the ropes.
He continued. "You probably know who I am, but I doubt Dream's told you the full story. Care to listen?"
I have nothing better to do, asshole, I thought to myself, but nodded. He leaned back onto the door, and drew in a breath.
"Dream and I were friends in high school."
My eyes widened. I was interested now.
"After graduation, we ended up in the same group, but he was constantly everyone's favourite. They handed him power, money, status, everything you could think of. Before long, he was a mafia leader."
He sighed, and adjusted his blazer. "I wasn't in a good place. My parents were dead, my brother was in the hospital, and I didn't have a job. Dream didn't care, he was too busy being pampered with his new life. Before long, I left.
"I joined an enemy group and slowly built it up, whilst climbing the ranks. Now, I'm the leader, and I'm set on screwing Dream over." He ran a hand through his long hair.
"That prick won't even give me an apology," he muttered. "He can go to hell, and you're the perfect way to get under his nerves."
"He doesn't care about me," I spoke up, deciding to give it a chance. "He just needed a PA, and he can find another one easily. Let me go, and I'll never go near either of you again, I promise!"
He chuckled. "Unless you're absolutely clueless, you can probably tell he has a soft spot for you. You're staying here until Dream agrees to my terms."
"What are you gonna make him do?" I asked.
He thought for a moment. "I've had my eye on his weapons shipments for a while now... it would be nice to get my hands on some powerful explosives, don't you think?"
"You're horrible," I told him.
"I know."
Suddenly his phone rang. He grabbed it. "Hello?"
A muffled voice came through, but I couldn't understand it.
"Thanks Wilbur, I'll get set up." He hung up.
Then he turned to me, smiling. "We've got your boyfriend waiting on call, in the other room. How about we put on a little show for him?"
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Mafia (DNF)
Fanfiction24 year old programmer, George, has no idea what he's in for when he stumbles into a tall blonde man on the streets. He apologizes and goes about his day normally. That night, on his way home, he's dragged out of the comfort of his life and into a w...
