The Good Cop (Meet N' Fuck x Male Reader)

Chapter 9

Mrs. Cockleone sat on her patio in her home. A nice, opulent home just on the outskirts of Meet N' Fuck Metropolis. She leaned against the back of her chair, looking out over the city she wishes to have for herself. To her right was a small table, with a bottle of wine and a wine glass sitting atop it. An umbrella sat above her, casting a shade over her head that allowed her to look out to the city without the glare of the sun getting in the way. But she was not smiling. She had a small frown on her face. As she sat there, memories of her past began to seep in from behind the locked doors of her memories; voices and visions were slowly taking over, sweeping over her brain like the shadow over her getting bigger and bigger.

Where she wanted to focus on the windows and towers that was going to be hers when the deal with the mayor would finally go through, and she would be given the city to control. But these memories plaguing her was distracting her from the future of her empire.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Cockleone, but it looks like you're infertile," she heard one voice above the others, a voice from a doctor who had examined her.

"Look at the fat sacks on her! She's walking around with the whole bakery!" Another voice she could hear, coming from just a random passerby, accompanied with her friend's agreement.

"We don't have to worry about your family. Once you're gone, all of your little followers will have a place in an actual family," she heard coming from an Asian man in a suit and tie.

A cackle could be heard and the sound of a hand slapping against a hand could also be heard, "I'm sure me 'an de other fellas' can fix your little problem!" He spoke in a country accent, talking loudly along with other such comments about her figure and lips.

To Mrs. Cockleone, her teeth were gnashing together, her hands balling into a tight fist and gripping the handle of the chair as tightly as she could. Her knuckles were turning white, and though she had some anger building, tears began to slowly roll down her face as the memories became overwhelming.

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Meetings with the mayor were always the same with him. Whenever it comes to talking to him, it's either in his penthouse or in his office. And due to her status as a godmother, Mrs. Cockleone needed to keep a low profile from anyone willing to take down the mafia head. There's no telling when someone from the Longkok family, or even the disgusting Bodine family, will try and cut off the serpent's head and take over her territory.

She approached the mayor's office, meeting with him on what he wants done to further continue their deal. Thanks to her connection to the mayor, she was able to enter city hall without the monotonous hurdle of metal detectors and ID checks. With this access, without drawing too much attention, she could walk down the hallway without being stopped or attacked. But the only hurdle she had left was the secretary. If there was anything that she respected, it was a man's privacy, even if the privacy the mayor has is when he's with his secretary, Ms. Swallows.

She approached the desk to speak to the secretary in question, but she was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes narrowed and she looked around, trying to find any sign of the green-suited secretary, but there was nothing. Not a single hair. That was, until, the doors to the mayor's office opened up and out came Ms. Swallows.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, traces of her messed up make-up was visible, and she was currently patting down her dress, like she had picked herself up from the ground. There was a pretty good idea as to what happened. Swallows noticed the godmother standing at her desk, and she quickly returned to her duty.

"Mr. Mayor, your ten o'cock- Ten o'clock appointment is here!" She told him, her words slipping up from her recent actions. She hurried to her desk and sat down, with Mrs. Cockleone giving a good look at the woman. She studied her appearance, and instead of disgust it was disappointment.