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🔞Mafia Boss 2

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Sora takes a seat along with multiple co-leaders of the mafia. "I see your objective with Weston is yet to be finished, Mr. Simmons."

He swirls his glass of wine. "A week has passed since we last talked. I gave him a deadline of 15 days. The $50,000 is still not deposited."

They sigh in frustration. "He will never learn, will he? Does he even know who he's messin with?"

"He only has 8 days left until his deadline is up. That means his daughter will officially be mine." He takes a sip.

"So what's your plan if we don't get the money? Brutal force? Hitmans? More hostages?"

"None of that," Sora declined. "Keeping his daughter is just enough for this business."

You walk passed Sora's meeting room and hear your name in the conversation. You peak your head in for a listen.

"Sounds foolish, don't you think? How is she going to improve our business? Thought she was just going to be a wife."

Sora sets his wine on the table and sits up. "Profit." They raised their eyebrows. "Go on..."

"She will be useful for this business. Of course she'll only be my wife right now, but after a few days, she will be working with us."

"That will double our income greatly. Sounds clever...but what if she refuses?"

"She won't refuse," he smirks. "All it takes is a little bit of sweet talk and seduction for her to agree to it. Little steps at a time."

"Are you serious?" You enter the room. Sora and the co-leaders turn their heads to look at you. "I'm busy, babydoll. Go to your room."

You refused his command. "This whole büllshit you've been pulling off is only to profit off of me?"

"I said go to your room, babydoll." His personal guards come in the room and seizes both your arms. "Fūcking let go of me!"

"Let go of her," Sora commanded. "Uh- yes, boss!" You snatch out of their grip. "Ugh! What is this even about?"

You refused his command. "This whole büllshit you've been pulling off is only to profit off of me?"

"I said go to your room, babydoll." His personal guards come in the room and seizes both your arms. "Fūcking let go of me!"

"Let go of her," Sora commanded. "Uh- yes, boss!" You snatch out of their grip. "Ugh! What is this even about?"

"I've already told you beforehand that I was going to have a private meeting," he informed. "You can't be here right now."

"You're trying to get me to work against my father, aren't you? Why?"

"I'll talk to you when this meetings over." He turns back to the men. You take a step forward. "No, I want to talk now!"

"Doll, that's enough."

"I said I want to talk NOW!" Your voice echoed in the room. Sora stood up from his chair and gave you a serious glare. "Lower your tone."

So many emotions were bottling up in you that you broke down in tears. "All you care about is money. Just fūcking money!"

"Babydoll, last warning. Lower your tone right now. I'm not telling you again." The men start mumbling and whispering to each other.

You wipe your teary eyes. "You know what? Fūck this, fūck this business, and fūck you."

"DOLL!" Without caring, you dash out of the meeting room full of rage and frustration. The guards look at Sora. "Boss, should we...?"