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🔞Mafia Boss 3

certain scenes may have violent material
#Boss #engagement #faint #intruder #kidnap #revenge #shooting #kīlling #rescued #bed #comforting #øral #fúcking #creampie
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A month later...

The dress designer adjusts the straps on your lacy, white dress. "Is this too tight, hun?"

"No, it's perfect." You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, admiring your fluffy, layered bridal dress. She smiles. "Twirl around a bit! See if you love it!"

You swing your hips and grab your layers to watch them fall down. The thought of never seeing yourself in a position of a bride almost made you tear up. "Wow."

"You look absolutely gorgeous, hun. Leader Simmons will lose his words gazing at you." You grew flustered. "Thank you."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I happen to notice sweat glands on your face. Could that be from nervousness?"

"That could be it," you admitted squeezing your fingers anxiously.

She smiled while fixing your hair. "Every woman is overwhelmed on their big day. Takes me back to when I had mine."

"You think I can get through it like you did?" you asked genuinely. "What kind of question is that? Of course!"

You chuckled. "Right." Empathetically, the dress designer offered a cloth. "Use this. And let me get some water for you."

"Oh thank you." You were left in the room by yourself as she fetches your water. You glanced back at the mirror.

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"Boss." Sora looks up at his guard. "Her father wants you on the line," he informed lending the phone.

He laughs to himself. "Of course he'd reach out to me after his deadline." He accepted the call and sat back in his chair. "My favorite man."

"I need my daughter back right the fuçk now, Simmons. I gave you the 50 grand already so—

"Woah woah woah, slow down, Weston," Sora paused to laugh. "I thought I told you clearly that your deadline was by the end of the month. Did you listen?"

"But I gave you your money—"

"You waited too long, Weston. I don't play with my money. Your deadline is way overdue. But hey, congrats. She's getting married today. Are you coming to visit?"

"Call that fućking marriage off. I told you already that you're not marrying my daughter."

"Still being hostile I see. Listen Weston, your daughter is happy. And if you refuse to see her happy then I'll stop reserving your seat. No hard feelings, yeah?"

"Why...why out of all things would you take her away from me?"

"You were never there for her when she needed you. And you couldn't see that until I took her away."

"What are you going on about?"

"She's damaged because of you. You've failed to take your role as a father, so it's no use going back and changing. She's not going to trust you anymore."
He stutters. "But she loves—"

"Weston, stop lying to yourself." He quickly shuts him up.

"I love your daughter, and I want her to be happy and give her that long-lost affection she needed when she was with you." He turns soft more he expresses himself. "She's my baby...you've broken a part of her to the point where I myself can't doing anything to fix it."

"You haven't even known her long to even know that shīt, how would you understand?"

"Oh no, I understand. My own father neglected me the same way you did, that's why I despise you. You bring up so many terrible fūcking memories I've been trying to forget for ages."