His Doll

𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨

daniels pov

I watched her leave and round up her friends and walk out. She truly was a gorgeous girl. Beautiful blonde hair, emerald looking eyes, freckles danced across her nose. Her name matched her perfectly. Breanne. I look at the time and consider it time for me to head out since I had other things to do, such as sleep since I had to buy her clothes tomorrow. I walked out to my chauffeur and got into my car. I was thinking about what would've happened if I had shown her the dress code for my company. She would've flipped her shit. Called it slutty. But little does she know that's the whole point.

As I became relaxed in the car, I got a call from my partner, Corbyn. "Hey Dani, there's another mafia leader wanting to meet with you about the transportation of the recent drugs we bought."

"Are you serious? When does he want to meet?"

"Right now. He's threatening your company...saying he'll tear it down if we don't meet him right now in the warehouse by 34th Street." I could hear him shuffling into a car.

"Fuck...alright I'll meet you there. Don't walk in that building without me understand?" Was I a dick sometimes? Yes. But Corbyn has been by my side for a while, and if something were to happen I would blame myself for the rest of my life and live in guilt.

"Yes sir, see you there." he hung up and I told the chauffeur the information and he sped there while I grabbed my hidden gun and loaded it, putting it in the waistband of my pants behind my tuxedo coat. As we arrived, I pulled up and saw Corbyn standing outside his car smoking a cigarette and waiting. I got out and walked up to him.

"Mind sparing an extra?" I asked and held out my hand.

He nodded and handed me one then lit it for me as I took a puff. We both walked inside looking around, our hands on our guns. A shadow walks out and stands in the middle of the dimly lit warehouse. He had his head down, and seemed to have a bandana over his mouth so all you could see were bright green eyes when he glanced up, "Welcome gentlemen. You can take your hands off your guns."

Corbyn and I looked at each other then slowly moved our hands away. "Alright we're here. What would you like, and who the fuck are you?" I questioned. I was in no mood to fuck around today. I was ready to go to sleep and prep for tomorrow.

"Such foul language. I hope you know your language doesn't get you far here in the mafia world. And my identity you will find out later Mr. Seavey."

I furrowed my eyebrows. Corbyn looked at me with the same expression.

"Take a seat, gentlemen." Two chairs had appeared behind us and we sat down cautiously. "Now, I'm here to discuss money matters. As you may or may not know Seavey, your father owes me lots and lots of money and drugs. I doubt he would tell you though because he seemed to find ways of blocking me out after he took that money from me."

"I'm not aware of this..." my dad promised any conflicts of his own he had were resolved before I took over as leader of our gang. Before he was murdered by another leader.

"Well, you owe me just about eight billion dollars Seavey. That's a hell lot of money."

I nod, "I understand, but my father promised that any conflicts he had were resolved before I took over-"

"Well he seems to like to break promises to everyone then doesn't he? Because he promised me that money back. I used that money to support my family, and yet since I lost all that money I had to leave them behind to keep them safe. I want my money back so I can go back and prove to them I can support them. So here's my proposal...you have six months to give me back everything your father took from me."

"Listen, I understand why you're upset. But I can't just hand over eight billion dollars. I don't have proof of any of this happening." I rest my elbows on my knees staring him straight in the eyes.

"You'll give me that money once you realize how many people I have on the inside. Watching you. Tracking your every move. Heard you have an eight o'clock appointment tomorrow with your new secretary? My would it be a shame if I told the world you had a minor working for you. Doing your dirty, sexual deeds-"

"Alright enough. I'll get you your money and whatever else you had taken from you."

I could see a smirk form under his bandana. "I see we are now on the same page. That's all I wanted to discuss. I will be checking in frequently with you. I will also send a list of amounts and due dates to you by tomorrow evening. Have your little whore put it into your schedule."

I nod and stand up brushing myself off. Corbyn does the same as we walk out of the building. I was a bit shaken up. I hadn't had this big a of a situation yet, but yet here I am. My company being threatened and my reputation. Corbyn looked over at me, "So what're you gonna do boss?"

"Consult in my secretary and hear her thoughts."

"She doesn't know you're a mafia leader, only the CEO."

"She won't need to know I'm a mafia leader Corbyn. Just that I owe money to people because of past mistakes. She'd be smart if she didn't ask any questions past the information I'm giving her." I walk to my car and get in and roll the window down, "I'll see you tomorrow. Be ready to shop for a bit."

He nods then heads to his own car while I head back to my mansion. When I get there I walk in and get ready for my night; showering and such. I crawl into my empty bed and stare at the ceiling above me, then glance at the empty spot behind me. With all this stress I truly could use a nice blowjob, it's a shame she isn't here. I look back up at the ceiling, thinking. I was going to resolve this and keep it on good terms. Just like my father would have.

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