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177. Lai Guanlin Mafia AU

https://imagineproduce101.tumblr.com/

warnings: blood, alcohol, shooting, guns, illegal activity, organized crime, the father of reader passes away

· you had always been aware of the presence of 101 in your life

· your father was a member, and in charge of a fairly large gun dealing operation

· your mom hated it, but he was so entrenched in the mafia that there was no other option

· he would leave at night, returning at two or three in the morning

· your mom always waited up, sitting in the kitchen quietly with a cup of tea that turned cold soon into the night

· sometimes you would wait up with her, feeling bad that she was spending so much time waiting after your father

· and the money that he did earn from 101 went right back to the mafia, because he gambled

· your mom was forced to work two jobs just to support you and your younger brother

· one night, your dad left and didn't return that morning

· your mom was a mess, calling his phone and sobbing

· at three am, three men showed up, clearly from the 101

· cutting straight to the chase, they informed you that your father had been shot and passed away

· "he still had a major debt to be paid to the 101″, they explained, demanding that your younger brother join the 101 in his place

· your younger brother was still in middle school, only 12, there was no way you were letting that happen

· "i'll join" your mom said desperately, "please, leave my kids out of this"

· "mom, no!" you snapped, shaking your head

· you took your father's place, refusing to let your dad's mistakes ruin your mom's life even more

· the first day on the "job" was nerve-wracking to say the least

· a shipment of ammunition came in from indonesia, and the man working with you briefly showed you how to shoot your father's gun before telling you to go talk with the people bringing the shipment

· you had to inspect everything and pay them the correct amount

· the amount of tensions in the air was palpable, and you wanted to run far, far away from everything, but you knew you couldn't

· once you had the ammo, you and the guy you were working with, sam, had to re-sell it to a waiting customer

· the man was a first-time customer, and sam warned you that you had to sell the product, ensuring him that the 101 was confidential in all aspects

· you did your best to charm the buyer, and managed to get him to agree to continue to buy ammo/arms from the 101

· after that night, you become one of the 101′s best arms runners

· word on the street is that you can sell to anyone, that you could convince someone to shoot themselves if you really tried

· through all the deal's you've successfully facilitated, they start calling you black widow

· which is quite possibly the stupidest name you've heard in your life but whatever

· there's been talk of a super huge arms deal with the russian mafia