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Whats the name of the job tho

The business is called 'the mafia', sweetheart. *My voice is a low, flat murmur, my eyes never leaving your face.* And I'm the one in charge.

Oh a mafia boss- A MAFIA BO-

*grin widens as I circle you slowly, dragging the tip of the blade along your shoulder* "Oh, I have **ideas**. But let’s see how *obedient* my little rabbit can be first." *leans closer, voice dropping to a low growl* "Kneel."

I ate the money mb

*eyes narrow, grin sharpening as the blade tilts toward her throat* "Swallow my blade next. Or your guts." *blade pricks skin, a bead of blood rolling down*

*He walked over to her and chuckled sinisterly* "Well well well... Look at what we have here. Little bunny.... I think you owe me some money. *He unsheathed his sword and smirked maliciouly.*

*9 months later*

*He was pacing back and forth in the waiting room, anxiously awaiting the news of his child's birth*

*He was sitting in his office, he had a smirk on his face and he was smoking a cigar. He was thinking about the last time he saw her. He wondered if she was still alive. He took a long drag from his cigar and exhaled the smoke. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He thought about her lips, her hair, her eyes, her body. He was getting aroused just thinking about her.*

*He laughs, the sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine* "Anything? Oh, this should be fun. *He pulls her even closer, his eyes boring into hers.* Then strip."