My mafia boss(discontinued)

Chapter 2

"Hello pretty boy" Dream says seductively as he walks closer to George sitting on his bed shuffling closer to him.

George quickly moving away stumbling around the room until he gets to the corner of the room, his eyes slowly dwelling with tears

"FUCK OF, LEAVE ME ALONE NOW" George screams on the verge of tears 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I advise you don't talk to me like that George" The man says shaking his head as if he was disappointed.

George suddenly looks at the muscular man that was very tall and sees a shimmering blade sticking out of his white silky sleeve. George can't take his eyes of the blade, he was thinking that the man was going to hurt him or worse.

Suddenly George slumps down in the corner of the room and bursts into tears, the man was a tad shocked by George's reaction and decides that it's probably best to leave him alone for now. He walks out of the room locking the door behind him. 

Dream pov:

Argh what did I do, why did I want him in the first place I'm such an idiot. I should let him go, no that's not a good idea he could inform the police about my gang, FUCK DREAM WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO

Dream stops his thoughts and walks of down the hall to the elevator, he gets in and goes to the pent house. He gets into his room and closes the door, he sits down at his desk and opens his computer. He dose some research on the upcoming mission he wants to do, being in a mafia gang is hard. Especially if you are the person leading it, you have to do 80% of the work and you are put under a butt lode of pressure. Suddenly he trails of his work and starts doing some research on his new captive. His name is George(obviously) his last name is Davidson, he works as a game designer, horrible pay, his life is pretty shit. Parents died when he was 18 from a car crash. Not much information after that, he must have put down all of his social media networks and just wallowed in self doubt, he must've had depression and other things like that. The poor boy has not had a good life, sucks to be him. Suddenly there was a knock at my door.

"Come in" I shout loud enough so the person behind the door could here me.

It was Karl he opened the door and came in, he closed the door behind him.

"Hey boss I was wondering if I could go and talk to um, what's his name" Karl asked me

"His name is George and now I'm not letting you" I said in a stern voice

"Pwwwwwwease" Karl said in a sad voice as he did puppy dog eyes, I just couldn't say no, argh I hate his puppy dog eyes they always get me.

"Argh fine I'll let you go, you have the keys, you know where he is. don't, and I repeat, DON'T do anything stupid Karl" 

Karl jumped up and down in excitement, he was such a 5 year old.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, sooooo much, you won't regret this sir.

"I better not!" I replied as he left my room closing the door as he ran of to Karl

George pov:

I was still crying in the corner of the room slumped down, knees up to my face and head in them. I didn't help that I was hungry and scared as well, es the place was nice but, I wanted to see my friends, in just wanted to feel safe. As I was in the corner the door reopened, I didn't dare look at who it was, I just sat there trying not to make eye contact, I wiped my tears away and sat more, adult like.

"George, are you here" the unknown person asks

I remained quite to scared to talk to the person that I don't know, who would anyway.

"George, where- oh there you are" the voice said in a soothing voice making me relax a bit, he walks over to me and crouches down to my level, he puts a hand on my shoulder making me flinch slightly.

"Hey George, I'm Karl it's nice to meet you" Karl looks at me and slightly tilts his head and frowns.

"You don't look so good, you ain't happy are you" Karl says sadly as if he cares a about me. I slightly nod and tears start to prick at my eyes again, I keep them back. "Do you want anything?" He asks me I nod and mumble something to eat. He nods and walks out of the room he comes back with some chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk. Karl was unlike Dream, he was nice and friendly, I feel as if I could get along with him and even become friends. He gave me the food and I hesitantly took the food ant ate it, it tasted so good, just the thought of eating made me happy. Karl gave me a warm smile as I ate the food, I soon finished at thanked him and for the first time that I got here I smiled. Karl giggled a bit at looked at me as if he was searching my soul for something, something deep, important, something from my past.

I tilted my head "what" I asked him, he shook he head and replied with nothing.

"So, George are y-you all right" Karl asked

I was silent for a bit until I gathered what he said.

" well how the FUCK would I be okay when I was kidnapped, threatened, drugged, how would I be fucking okay!" I suddenly burst into tears then I felt arms wrap around my body and I was brought into a tight hug by Karl. It took my a bit to understand what was happening, and when I did I hugged Karl back.

"George, we aren't gonna hurt you, you are going to be OKAY.

"WEL WHY THE FUCK WAS I TAKEN THEN HMM, I WANT AN ANSWER!" I shouted

"We, we don't actually know George, Dream just asked us to get you and he wouldn't tell us why" Karl replied

"Oh, well c-can you please go then" George asked Karl, Karl nodded and left the room closing and locking the door.

I got up and went to the bed, I was uncomfortable and still in my work clothes, but I pit up it hit and got in bed making myself warm. My eyes felt heavy and my body was aching, before I knew it I drifted into sleep.