Kidnapped by the Mafia
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"ππ©π¦ ππ πΌ πππ€ππ¦π πππ‘ ππ’π‘π‘πππππππ π€π©ππππ£ππ π¦ππ’'ππ ππππ’ππ?"
That's what he said to me after kidnapping me and making me end up here a while back. He was the leader of the mafia, while I was a normal college student. How could he fall in love with someone like me? All I know is that my life took a big turn after I met him.
NOTE: This is a mafia boss story. I wanted to write it as a joke because my friend and I came up with the idea while at school. So that means this is SATIRE and I didn't take anything seriously while writing it. We thought this story would be our little inside joke because mafia bosses are a generic love interest in Wattpad stories. Anyways, enjoy the story I guess LMAO. Also, the guy on the cover DOES NOT look like the mafia boss in the story. I couldn't find any artwork that looked like how I pictured him to be.
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