pov: you get sold to a mafia daddy [FINISHED]

Chapter 2: Lets Get It

        Mafia Daddy took slow and masculine steps as he walked out of the car. I examined my surroundings, we entered through a grand golden gate, and stopped at a mansion. It was the biggest thing I had ever seen.

"I can change that." Mafia Daddy smirked.

"You can read my mind?!" I asked in surprise, blushing.

"Of course I can, I'm Mafia Daddy."

He didn't look at me, but deeply growled as a signal to follow him. I quickly got out of the car and ran to Mafia Daddy's side.

"What do you think you're doing, Slave? Peasants walk behind their masters." He growled, clenching his fists in anger.
         My face turned bright red as I quickly walked behind my Mafia Daddy.

"You'll learn that listening to instructions will do you good, Slave." He continued to walk towards his house.
         We entered into the house at put our coats on the coat rack near the door. A big black dog erupted from a dog on the far wall, barking ferociously, and snarling its sharp teeth. It was running in my direction.

"Killer, heal." Mafia Daddy held up his hand, and growled. The dog immediately sat down, 2 inches from me, my heart was beating out of my 3"5 self.

"H-h-how did you do that!" I asked, clutching my shirt, and looking at him.

"How many times must I tell you," He looked back at me without moving his stance, so only half of his face was facing me, "I'm Mafia Daddy"

I slipped on the ground over my own feet, i'm so quirky and embarrassing and not like other girls.

Mafia Daddy put his head in hands, "You won't do well as my slave, if you can't even stand up right!" He slammed his fist down on the table that was definitely there before (aha not like they're in foyer)

"S-s-s-s-s-s-sorry Mafia D-d-d-d-daddy!" I quickly got up and dusted my pants, looking down shamefully.

Mafia Daddy led me to my room, it was a small room with light blue walls. It had a small twin-sized bed in the corner, a wardrobe, and a small desk.

"This is where you will be staying for a while, Slave. This should accommodate all your needs while you're staying here."

"Thank you so much, Sir." I said, clutching a piece of my hair bashfully because I'm shy and different.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, "You can uh- call me Hank, that's my.. real name."

He sat on the edge of my bed, fiddling with the cuffs of his blazer.

"That's a beautiful name, Hank." I repeated it to myself to hear it out loud, to hear my Mafia Daddy in his true and pure form.

He locked eyes with me for the first time since we met. "y/n, there's just something about you, it's different, and sincere, you're not like any other girls i've ever met."

I giggled, "A lot of people say that about me ;)"

"Why did you just say semi-colon parenthesis at the end of your sentence?" Mafia Daddy asked, before chuckling softly and looking at his hands. He smiled, "I guess that's just what I like about you, Princess, you're not... like other girls."

A security guard walked into the room.

"Sir, your package has arrived." The guard said, emphasizing the word package.

Mafia Daddy quickly jumped up and brushed his hands on his pants, his tough guy exterior was suddenly back, and he looked at me, disgusted.

"Why don't you do something useful, Slave, and help in the kitchen, I told our cooks you would be arriving." He pulled the cuffs of his blazer up and stomped away.

        The guard stood still and looked at me, "I'll escort you to the kitchen, make sure you don't get into any trouble." He grunted, clearly unhappy with this new task.
        I followed him through dimly lit hallways, many rooms were locked, some even had metal doors, assuring no one got in.
        We made it to the kitchen as few moments later, everything was rushed. "

        "What kind of Mafia organization has a team of chefs and servants, aren't they supposed to stay conspicuous and shit?" I asked the guard.

        "Lower your voice kid! They don't know who they work for! He is disguised as a high class business man, no one knows the face behind the Mafia work he does" He guard said, raising his eyebrows in fear.
        "I've been his personal security assistant for years, we were childhood friends, and I needed the job. He is good to me. Sure, we don't talk as much anymore, but he looks out for me."

The guard smiled, "And now he'll look out for you."