I Love You... (Yandere x Male Reader)

I Love You... (Yandere x Male Reader)

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I Love You... : Mafia man x male reader _____________ As you were making drinks for the men and woman who called for you, you found one man interesting. He was tall, handsome, and had a good taste of drinking. You guessed he was rich since all who come to the bar you work at are rich, what you didn't expect was that he was not some dimwit who would get drunk and spill his secrets to you like others. He would drink and drink but he had the stomach to stay sober even as he drank drink after drink. He wouldn't spill his secrets as he was careful to not let his biggest secret be let out in the open with you. Or would he? ★☆ ♡♪。 Explicit content! I own all characters and plot. This purely made of fiction!
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Eve Black

Meet Eve Black: I decided to flirt with the guy that did it, "Heyyyy cutie," I say with a wink. "Hey, pretty lady," he says in a gross seductive tone. I can't deny that he is very handsome. He had piercing green eyes that would make any girl go weak at the knees. But I am not any girl. "Can I ask you something?" before he could respond I continue, "Why did you try to drug me?" He looks shocked as my tone went from flirtatious to serious in a matter of two seconds. "Well, I have no idea what you are talking about," he says while slightly panicking. I stand up, "Well if you don't know what I am talking about then why don't you take a sip of my drink?" a few heads turned our way and start watching. "N-no I am good," he stammers confirming that he did in fact try to drug me as I suspected. "You know what, I don't give a damn what you say you 'don't know anything about' because I know what you tried to do to me." I pick up my drink and smash the glass on his head. I watch as the pink drink that was in the glass stains his white button-up collar shirt and his face turns red with anger and embarrassment. As I am walking out I yell back, "You know damn well what you did too." I flip him the bird and I leave the bar and Hazel and all her friends behind. *** Book Cover done by @_navyblueee_

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