The individual standing in my doorway could only be described as "Aquatic Italian". In my time here, I learned that the hell-born individuals came in many different forms. Judging by his mobster-like appearance, he was from the Greed Ring.
Setting down my cup of coffee and shutting my copy of "A Court of Thorns and Roses", I asked, "Good morning, how can I help you?"
The shark demon gave me a toothy grin, removing his hat in a surprisingly respectful manner, "Good morning, ma'am. I'm looking for the owner of this shop. Are they around?"
At least once a week, someone would come in on the hunt for a rare book or manuscript, asking to speak to the shop owner about it. Under this assumption, I didn't think twice when I replied, "That would be me."
The shark held out his hand for me to shake, saying in a friendly tone, "Very good. I've been sent to offer a hand of friendship, business to business, you see. Things have been getting rough in this neighborhood recently and businesses like yours are finding themselves in need of protection."
I felt my face go pale, my blood running cold more quickly than it ever had before.
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Little Shop of Romance | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen the mafia begins offering you protection for a fee, you enlist the help of someone willing to get his hands dirty. From the creator of Bless the Broken Road, Heavy is the Head, and more. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its characters, I'm j...
