TO BE DEVIL MAFIA'S BRIDE
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Warning : This is a mafia based FreenBecky fanfiction and it contains a lot of violence, mature and smut contents. If you are uncomfortable with this then please skip the story.
"Wait...you were the reason why no one approached me?" Rebecca asked furiously.
"My Little Angel...you were, are and will be mine and mine alone. I will do whatever it takes to hide you to myself."
"Rebecca....you can hit me, bite me, scold me, do whatever pleases you...."
"But remember no one touches you other than me....The only person whose name you be screaming in bed should be me. It should be only my thoughts which makes you wet down there..." The Devil possessively declared.
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"What...you need something in lieu of their freedom." The boss asked.
"I thought you already knew about the significance of gains being a businessman yourself. Anyways, I want someone in barter of their lives." The devil announced.
"Who...?" The boss was perplexed at the announcement.
"I e-mailed the photo, check it yourself." The devil replied.
"Whaat? No...not this person...it's...it's my da..." The boss was cut-off by the devil.
"Yes....your daughter...Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. I want her as a collateral, to ensure your innocence."
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