Mafia's Baby Boy
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They struck fear in the body of anyone that looked into their cold seemingly dead eyes and people wouldn't dare get on their bad side. Yet he didn't even spare them a glance. Maybe it was because he was to occupied trying to pry his boyfriends death grip off of his arm as he dragged him on to the elevator. Yet as the elevator landed on the second floor and the couple left the boys arm now free from the strong grip of his supposed lover the men in the elevator couldn't help but notice the pacifier that was once being tightly held in the small boys hand was now on the floor as he girl stared at it with sadness in his eyes. (Might change description soon.)
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