Bon Appétit

🔞Mafia Boss

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"Boss!" The personal guards knock on the door of Sora's office. "I don't feel like being bothered. Go away."

"It's an incoming phone call from the man again. He wants to talk to you." He sighs and rubs his eyes. "Enter."

The guards enter his office and hands him the phone. He accepts the call. "Whatever you wanna say, make it quick. Busy men like me don't have all day."

"Listen here, you piece of dog shīt. I can care less if you harass me, but kidnapping my daughter is crossing the fùcking line."

Sora bursts out in laughter. "We made a deal, Weston. You pay me back my $50,000 and your daughter will be back home safe and sound."

"I told you the money is cutting short," he said. "You'll get your fùcking money. I swear if you do ANYTHING to my daughter, I will-"

"Stop worrying, Weston. She's not being tortured. As a matter of fact, she's in paradise. I'm taking well good care of her."

"Excuse me?"

"I take care of her better than you do. She's eating well, enjoying the new clothes I bought her, getting good dīck..."

"GETTING GOOD WHAT?!" he shouts at the top of his voice.

Sora chuckles. "Oh, you don't know? Well yeah, I make love to her every now and then. Can't let my doll get lonely."

"You better be joking, motherfücker. Give me my daughter back right fūcking now.

He kicks back in his chair. "No sir. I'm afraid I can't. You haven't payed me back, so she won't be coming home until I see that money."

"Aśshole!"

"I'll tell you what. If I don't receive it by the end of this month, I'm keeping her here. I might even arrange a marriage if you don't mind."

His voice starts trembling. "You're not marrying my daughter, Simmons. Stop with your jokes already."

"Oh, Weston. I don't make jokes." He fidgets with a diamond ring on his desk. "You're daughter's quite a beauty, isn't she?"

"Shut up, shut up right fûcking now," he demanded. "I'll get your fûcking money when I make it. Give me more time."

Sora casually takes a sip of his sweet wine. "15 days, Weston. I won't wait any longer."

"You're giving me a deadline? 15 days is not even enough. Tch, fùcking maniac. Quit playing 'time limit' with me."

"To you, it's cruel. To me, it's just a bit of encouragement. You miss the deadline, you kiss your daughter bye-bye."

"You must not be sober in the head. She would never leave her father to get with you."

"I'm pretty much her daddy now." He rubs his pants. "She's a good girl, a very good girl. She does exactly what I tell her to do."

The father chuckles in disbelief. "Yeah right. As if my daughter is gullible enough to actually listen to a chaotic fúcker like you."

"Don't believe me?" He snaps his fingers. "C'mere boys." The guards approach as commanded. "Yes, boss!"

"What's she doing right now?" he asks. "She just got back from shopping, sir."

"Just in time. Bring her to me. Now." He snaps his fingers. "Yes, boss!" They quickly leave his office to bring you over.

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