YB x Reader Oneshot *{OPEN FOR REQUESTS BITCHES}*

YB x Reader {Mafia AU Pt 1}

Before we begin, I would like to apologize for disappearing for so long once again. I've recently been focusing on school work and finishing up because this is my final week of school for the year. Plus I also have to study for finals which will take place during the day before and during the last day of school which is the 26th and 27th. Once all my schooling is finished I am assuming that once I fully complete the rest of the week, I'll be more active with any work that needs to get done that relates to wattpad stories. 

Also excuse me if this is a bit short...as said I'm focused on getting through the last week of school. But I put forth the effort that I could and hopefully it meets all your standards :]

Before I forget this oneshot was requested by: Jgeek102

Thank you for your request and I do hope this is to your up most liking

"Please! Wait, I'll get you the money I swear!" You begged the much taller being, towering over you. His icy blue eyes were like icicle daggers puncturing your lungs. "When are you gonna stop these excuses {Insert name}?" He asked, he was extremely displeased with your usual rant. "It's clear that you once again have failed to return my favor." He sighed, glaring at you with some sort of a disappointed look. "I-I know but I swear I can get you it if you could just give me some more ti-" You panicked hysterically trying to convince him to give you more time, only to be silenced by Peters sudden outburst of his hand slamming itself against the round table. "I've given you MORE than enough time {Insert name}! and yet you still make the same excuses." Peter scolded you, throwing in a few high pitches voiced mocking into the mix as well. You, already being on the verge of a mental breakdown. The mocking and harsh words he threw at you were like pin needles. And you just sat there and took it. After all, He was right. You were a horrible person. "Mr. King...Please." You begged him once more. A few more hot tears spilling from your eye sockets which stained your cheeks as they fell. Peter slipped back into his seat and pulled a cigarette, along with a small lighter from the pocket of his pant leg. As he lit it the disgusting smell of bitter smoke flooded your nostrils, you never liked the smell or taste of those things. You had no idea how someone could smoke so many. "Now listen {Insert name}. As much as I'd love to, I unfortunately can't give you anymore time. You've abused the time I've given you and therefore I can't offer you more. I'm sorry." He informed you, holding the cigarette up to his maw and blowing a small puff of it. "So, what's gonna happen to me?" You asked, nervous and mentally shaking out of your skin. Peter removed his cigarette and tapped it against the ash tray. His other hand tapped fingers against the wooden table. "I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do with you yet. So as far as I'm concerned, you've got nothing to worry about YET." He explained. A bit of your nervousness seemed to wash away with his words. "However, this doesn't mean you get off so easily." He continued, this caused you to cock your eyebrow. "What do you mean?" You asked. "I know the type of person you are {Insert name}. You're probably thinking you're free until I decide to rear my head back into your life and pester you about my money. How do I know you won't be running off, staying with a friend or somehow managing to make it out of town? Not like it would make any difference, I could easily have you found." He continued to ramble on, you had a hard time listening to him. Your mind struggled to wrap itself around the current situation. The only time you finally snapped back to reality was when the sound of Peter's voice faded and became quiet. Snapping your head back into his direction, his eyes were converted to the floor. His expression seemed to be as if he was in thought. For the next couple moments it would remain this way until he finally spoke up once more. "I'll make a deal with you {Insert name}." He said. You perked up out of curiosity. Peter sat his hands on the table. "Since I can't exactly have you running away on me. At least until I get my money back. How would you feel about, perhaps staying with me in my home? to supervise you of course. in return you will be required to manage it. 24/7 supervision meaning you will not be allowed anywhere near exits/entrances, or anywhere that will give you the opportunity of leaving." He offered. Your eyes became a bit wider at his offer. I mean, surely that was more of a reward than a punishment right? would he be the only one supervising you? None of this made much sense to you. But who were you to argue? This whole situation was caused by you after all. And as long as nothing bad was going to happen to you as long as he didn't know what to do with you yet, you were okay right?

"Well {Insert name}...?"

Peter stuck his hand out across the table and over to your side, where you could reach it with ease.

"Do we have a deal?"

"Do we have a deal?"

Anyway, thats all for now...BYE MY BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN~! 💕 🐍