My Mafioso
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  • Parts 9
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  • Reads 1,205
  • Votes 43
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 24m
Ongoing, First published Jan 11, 2018
Mature
Deep in the nothingness lies a place where all of  the other zones resources are put to use.  Smoke, Metal, Plastic, Meat, and sugar; all used here to make the hustle and bustle of Zone 04. These common commodities allow the city to boom in prosperity and livelihood. However, in the deep underground of Zone 04 lies a dark secret.  Nearly every citizen has grown an insatiable addiction to sugar, paying top dollar for the newest shipments. This has caused gangs and mafias to collect in the cities underground, scrambling desperately to take control of the industry and get rich. 

This fic is the spiritual successor to my really shitty old fic: "You are Safe With Me My Dear" 
I don't recommend you read that unless you like badly written smut.

Cover Art by  me. -Hell
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