They called him Boss (Mob boss OC x Reader)

Chapter 1

     HEY GUUYYYYS!!! 💖
Thanks for clicking on this story! I reeeally hope you enjoy it! This is my first time writing something like this so I'd love if you could give me some feedback!
Anyways, enjoy the first chapter!!Btw you are part of a lesser known mob!
-J
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No POV:
     Well, this wasn't supposed to happen. You had received some information from your boss on some drug trafficking going on and planned to interrupt it. You disguised yourself as a member of the stone clan, a widely known mafia crew, and snuck in. But of course, you hadn't realized they all have a tattoo of a banner on their neck. So now you sat in their boss's office tied to a chair.

Your POV:
     Good Job (Y/N). This is what you get for trying to take on a whole mob by yourself. You get caught... I moved around in the chair as much as I could, only making the already tight rope rub against my skin even more. The chair inched forward every time I jerked my body, but what good would it do me? Looking around the room, a few items caught my eye. There were multiple guns hung up on the wall, each one had a banner around the magazine. Knives and other small melee weapons were held in a glass case and a box with a banner around it sat in the corner. If I could break the glass on that weapon case I should be able to cut the rope.
I began jerking my body weight backwards just enough to move myself, but not so much as to were I would topple over. Slowly but surely I was making my way over to the case. Footsteps were heard from the outside of the thick red wooden door that towered behind me and I stopped moving to see if I could hear anything else.
"Boss, she's not that dangerous but she's very quick to figure things out s-" The footsteps stopped right outside the door and you heard a different voice with a very slight New York accent. "Listen kid, I've handled myself in this here mob for 15 years, I'm sure some doll won't bother me."
     The doors creaked quietly as they opened and the two men walked in. One stopped behind me and the other continued forward to the desk near the front of the room. He had two shiny tommy guns on his back connected by two straps on his suspenders. His shirt was tucked into his black dress pants and there were no stains on any of his clothes. His hair was shaved on the sides but the top was put into a neat bun.
     He sat at the tall chair at his desk and turned around to face you like they do in the cliché movies. "So, do you want to start? Or should I?"