My Sugar (Mafia Gerard Way x Reader) DISCONTINUED

1. Leaving Home

(y/f/f)= your favorite food

(y/l/n)= your last name 

(y/n) POV:

My parents were always gamblers. For as long as I can remember they were always going to casinos every Friday night. When we started to run out of money they would commit crimes to get the money to use at another casino. Maybe we'd have more money if they didn't cheat and get kicked out all the time. Oh, and I forgot to mention they were always coming home drunk and would do or say things to me that I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through. Sometimes I feel like they never loved me. I act more like a caretaker than a daughter anyways.

I just got home from the gas station that I go to every Sunday afternoon. Today I took longer than normal to get home. I just know my parents are going to go ape shit on me for taking too long.

I pulled up to my yellow ranch house that looked homey on the outside but felt like hell on the inside. I took a deep breath, not ready to face my parents' violent cussing but I gotta do it eventually. I close my eyes really tight, slowly opening the door ready to face my horrible fate that is waiting inside.

When I opened the door to my surprise there was no yelling. I saw both of their cars in the driveway so I know they're home.

I then smelled something coming from the kitchen, (y/f/f). It's weird for my mom to be making dinner three hours early since it's only 2:21 PM. I walk into the kitchen, to be met with my mom with her back to me cooking and my dad finishing up a phone call on our red telephone connected to the wall. "Yes..yes..I promise you can check her out..good..how does 5:30 sound..good..I'll see you then" My dad finished up his phone call. "What was that about?" I questioned. "We're having a business dinner and you're invited this time so you need to start getting ready now. I got you a fancy dress to wear that I put on your bed" My mom answered. I thought it was weird that my parents wanted me to get ready three hours early but I didn't question it. I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I turned the water on waiting for the right warmth before getting in. As the water trickled down my body, dampening my hair I started to rub in my strawberry scented shampoo. The shower took about fifteen minutes. I walked out of the bathroom with just my towel on to my room. When I looked down at what was laying on my bed I instantly felt uncomfortable. It was a short, tight, crimson dress with straps. I really didn't want to put it on but I didn't have very many options since I don't usually wear dresses. I sighed before putting it on, when I looked in the mirror I was surprised it was covering everything. Every time I pull the small piece of fabric down I had to pull it up so there's no use in trying to stretch it out. I walked to the bathroom once again to curl/straighten my hair and put on some brown eyeshadow and mascara, I finished the look with red lipstick.

I went to the kitchen again to show my mom. "Oh, sweetie, you look so beautiful, our guest will love you," she said joyfully. "It's kind of short and a little too revealing though" I said shyly. "Oh, that's okay you'll be fine" she replied ignoring my tone of voice. Just as we were done talking the doorbell rang and my dad answered it. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Way" my dad said. "You too, Mr. (y/l/n)." The person who I could only assume was Mr. Way spoke.

As the mystery man walked in he started looking at me up and down with a smirk on his face. I instantly felt insecure wearing the small piece of fabric.

I don't know if it was his shoulder length raven hair or the way he looked at me with his hazel eyes and devilish smirk, but I just had a bad feeling about Mr. Way.

15 minutes later

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We are eating dinner at the dining table with my parents across from me and me next to Mr. Way. It wasn't my choice of setting arrangements but my parents insisted I'd sit next to him. I kind of zoned them out after a while with what I can only assume they were talking about business stuff but the thing I couldn't ignore was Mr. Way taking quick glances at me once in a while. It made me uncomfortable. I don't know if my parents noticed Mr. Way's weird gesture towards me or if they just didn't care. Either way I hated it. After a while my parents stepped away for some unknown reason. Fuck, now I'm alone with this creep, I thought to myself. Mr. Way faced me with the way too overused smirk on his face and started touching my left leg, rubbing it, with every stroke getting higher and higher up my leg. I kind of just froze not knowing what to do in this situation. All I could think about was when my parents were getting back. Before he could slip his hand under my dress I pulled away. "I'm sorry, I just don't like being touched" I said quickly with a hint of fright in my voice. "Oh, I don't care if you like being touched, you're mine now, my little pet." He said lowly making me shake in fear.

Before I knew it he grabbed my wrist tightly and dragged me out the door with my parents watching with an evil smile on their faces before I was forcibly dragged into Mr. Way's black car.

A/N

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So this is my second attempt at making a Gerard Way mafia fanfic because the more I reread the old one the more it didn't make sense. I'm gonna try harder to make this one better.

It's also late when I'm making this so I'm gonna edit everything tomorrow in my study hall.