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Yandere!Broly x Reader Pt. 6 'Pointless Endeavor'

You didn't accuse Broly of anything, but it was almost absurdly easy to know that he at least had a hand in (e/n)'s death. For the next week, you were held that much closer at night; your hand was gripped that much tighter when you were out with him; and your "attention" was demanded at least twice a day, usually without warning.

You were relieved when it finally eased up.

It was at this point that you began to hear more about his job. The gang that he'd gotten in with had flourished considerably (no doubt, you thought, because of him) and the boss of it had give Broly a kick upstairs and made him his personal bodyguard. Or at least, that was how it was explained to you.

One evening you were taken to meet him.

"It's nice to meet you," you said politely, "Broly tells me you're quite fair."

"That's the best anyone can hope to be in business," he replied. "After owning a nice suit it's one of the most important things."

"It must be difficult to find suits in Broly's size," you laugh.

"That's what tailors are for. Expensive, but damned if it's not effective. The nicer the suit, the more intimidating the man that's in it."

"How so?"

"If a man drops thirty grand on his suit, what does that tell you about him?"

"That...he has money."

"Exactly. And money is power."

Inwardly, you scoffed. Broly obviously hadn't had to work too hard here or this man wouldn't go on about money like he was.

Broly himself appeared a second later and took your hand.

"And there he is. Most valuable employee here...except myself, that is. Good of you to bring Ms. (y/n) here, but I have to ask, when are you kids getting married?"

You paused and felt your hand being squeezed.

"I've been so busy," Broly said, "It didn't occur to me."

He looked almost sad.

"You should think about it, then. Helps to steady a man, a family does."

You sincerely doubted anything would steady Broly, but you stayed quiet. This man--this whole operation, really, was quite different from what you'd expected. Funny, though, that they were less frightening than he was.

The idea of having to marry Broly was even more frightening. As if you weren't already practically a prisoner...having to add that to it too? You could still remember your parents' unhappy marriage, and for a fearful few seconds wondered if Broly might turn out like that too. Your mother always talked like your father had just "changed, the instant we got married, he just got so much worse" and a stab of fear coursed through you at the thought that Broly could do the same thing!

You remained mostly quiet the rest of the evening, answering questions now and then. Towards the end, you walked over to get a drink and stopped cold when you felt a gun press to your back.

"Walk towards the door," said a male voice behind you. "And don't scream."

"Look, this isn't--"

"Do as I tell you, or you won't live to see tomorrow."

You obeyed, and despite your earlier thoughts found yourself wondering if this nut knew what he was getting into. If you lived long enough to see what would happen, of course.

"Look," you said, "I'm with Broly, and--"

"And a big chunk of muscle isn't going to do you any good. Now move."