Listening to: Learning to play guitar with Wilbur Soot | a playlist
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The dirty blonde male spun around in his chair quickly as he heard the large oak doors of his office open.
"Who's there?" He called hesitantly. Only then relaxing when he realized that it was one of his men.
"What the fuck is up with you today, Tommy?" The man with sunglasses called, "You've been so on edge since the meeting earlier. What's wrong? You afraid your girlfriend will find out about you being a mafia boss?"
These words iritated the 6'1 male more than he already was, "Fuck off, Deo."
The brunet smirked, "Oooh~ feisty, I like it."
Tommy's cheeks reddened just a bit before he regained his composure, "Go flirt with Bitzel, you fucking dumbass."
"Maybe I will, peace fucker" (✌)
And with that the young mafia boss was alone once again.
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"He's just been so jumpy lately, I'm scared something is really wrong." Somewhere in this conversation, Deo's glasses had came off to reveal his extremely tired, young eyes.
"I know mate, I know. He won't talk to anyone other than you though. So I can't be much help." A 5'8 brunet replied, "I'm sorry Deo, I really am"
The other male had smiled slightly, "it's OK Tubbo, at least you're trying to help." (I know Tubbo's not actually in Business Bay but he is in this au so deal with it)
As if on cue, the boss walked through the large spruce doors that entered the common area of their base.
"HI Tommy!" Luke called to the taller male, his call was ignored as Tommy reached Deo and yanked him out of his chair, "I need to talk to you. Now." He nodded quickly and grabbed his glasses before following his boss.
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"They're on the list Deo, Dream wants them dead" The blonde had muttered so quietly that Deo wouldn't have even heard it if it weren't so quiet in Tommy's bedroom.
"Oh, God. I'm so fucking sorry, man." Was the reply he got as Deo stared at him with sympathy in his cold eyes.
Tommy quickly put his hair into a ponytail and sighed, "There's nothing we can do to fix this, is there?" He asked, hoping there was a solution for the problem
Sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger but I'm thinking of making this a separate book, would you guys be interested in that?
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MCYT Oneshots
FanfictionThis will be a book of one shots about mcyt requests welcome lowercase intended (most of the time 😊)
