Bound by her
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She was something he wanted, she was an unhealthy obsession for him, he was the mafia king and well she was just like every other girl he's met but something about her seemed different to him it was either the fact that she was a very good dirty dance or that she was super holy.
She was the daughter of the President of the United States and she sure didn't act like, she could be disobedient if she wanted to but she didn't do that in front of the press or her family only for him and he loved it so much.
He was her protector, lover, and friend he made her want to be something else something that would get her father put out of the office but she didn't care she loved him and only him he made her feel more special than what her father offered her no presidency or all the shoes in the world could make her happy.
She love the rushing feeling of being played with and teased and he enjoyed doing those things to her so that he couldn't get enough of her, she made him fall to his knees before any man with a gun pointed at his head could.
She didn't want to be known as the president's daughter of the United States of America she wanted to be known as something different something harsh and cruel.
She wanted to be part of his world even when she didn't know anything about it she still wants to be part of it and he let her because he love her.
But if only they knew the prices they were going to pay for what they were getting into.
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