Tell Me Pretty Lies (Mafia Boss x Reader)

Chapter Two: Offerings to a Queen

You slowly approached Dimitri, wary of him. Not paying attention to where you were walking, you gasped as the carpet made a soft squelching sound, your heel dipping into the blood.

Dimitri leaned forward and hooked a hand around your waist. In one swift motion, he pulled you down to sit on the couch beside him. "Watch where you're stepping." his voice was teasing, as if it was normal for him to have a puddle of blood at his feet.

You look up into his deep green eyes, nervously adjusting yourself on the couch as he stares at you. "You...wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, darling. I'd like to make you a little proposition...something that will greatly benefit us both." he smiles, getting right down to business.

"What is it?"

Dimitri leans back, softly grunting as he relaxes against the chair. "I make sure this place pays its employees well, but a woman like yourself shouldn't have to work so hard to make a living, especially in a dangerous job like this. You deserve to be taken care of, to be spoiled a little..."

You raise an eyebrow, confused as to where he's going with this.
He continues: "Now, (Y/n), I have a problem...and you can solve that problem. The deal is you'll never have to work another day in your life, and it's not a permanent commitment if you don't wish it to be. My mother is going to pass soon, but unless I have a partner, she won't give me my family's money. She's worried I'll have no one to pass it to when I die. So my proposition is this..." He leans forward, smiling. "Be my girlfriend. Play up our relationship in front of my mother. In return, I'll make sure you're provided for, for the rest of your life."

Your jaw drops open slightly, staring at him in shock.

"If you wish to remain my girlfriend after my mother passes, I'll be happy with that. Any man would consider himself lucky to have a beautiful, hardworking, independent woman like yourself. And trust me, darling, I'd treat you with the utmost care and respect...however, if you wish to leave me after she dies, I wouldn't stop you, and I'd still make sure you were provided for. No strings attached, the choice is yours to make."

You continue to stare, taking it all in.

He chuckles at your surprise. "And please, (Y/n)..." he purrs, "don't worry about saying no. There will be no punishment if you refuse. I won't hurt you, I won't fire you. You have complete control." Dimitri places a gentle hand on yours, giving you a warm smile.

You blink, before speaking softly. "Could I...have some time to think?"

"Of course, my dear, this isn't an immediate decision that needs to be made. Just get back to me...say, by the end of the week?" He hands you a business card with his number on it. "Give me a call, no need to meet in person. I don't want to inconvenience you, darling. Take your time."

You nod, taking the card and standing. Dimitri motions for you to go. You walk away, reading the card, feeling his eyes on you. No conditions, no strings attached...being set for life, just for pretending to date a man for a while...but a mafia boss...there has to be some sort of catch, right?

Walking back through the club, which was growing a bit more crowded as the night wore on, you jump as a man grabs your arm. "Hey sweetheart..." he chuckles, smelling of weed, "go get me a drink, will ya?"
You quickly back away. "I'm off the clock."

He glares a little, stepping towards you. "I don't care, I'm still a customer, and I said get me a drink, you little skank."

You hurry into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and locking it, wincing as you hear the man start to bang on the door. Sitting against the wall, softly panting, you close your eyes for a few moments. "Jesus..."

Opening your eyes to stare up into the dirty fluorescent lights, you let your hands drop into your lap, thinking that maybe, just maybe, it might not be so bad to never have to work a shitty job again.