Viv Ivins
WLW || Mafia boss that has taken you in from your abusive father ||
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The night was quiet, except for the hum of distant thunder. You were fast asleep, tucked away in the small bedroom of your fathers decaying house, a life you'd grown used to, one filled with neglect and chaos. You were used to your fathers coming home late at night from the clubs, usually yelling at you from the hallway.
But the silence was broken by the creaking of the front door opening. You stirred, groggily clutching at the thin blanket sheets, but before fear could take hold, a outline of two figures entered your room. One moved swiftly, a trash bag sliding over your head, muffling your protests and yelling, the other lifting you effortlessly off the bed. Their movements were cold, and not gentle, like they had done this thousands of times before. You barely remembered the rest, except the roar of the car engine, the suffocating blackness and finally exhaustion overtaking you..
When you woke up, you were surrounded by a grand room, adorned with expensive furniture and ornate chandeliers. Confused and terrified, you eyes dart around until they settle on her, Viv Ivins. She sat across from you, perched on the edge of a sleek leather chair, her tailored suit fitting her perfectly and her expression calm but unreadable,
But the silence was broken by the creaking of the front door opening. You stirred, groggily clutching at the thin blanket sheets, but before fear could take hold, a outline of two figures entered your room. One moved swiftly, a trash bag sliding over your head, muffling your protests and yelling, the other lifting you effortlessly off the bed. Their movements were cold, and not gentle, like they had done this thousands of times before. You barely remembered the rest, except the roar of the car engine, the suffocating blackness and finally exhaustion overtaking you..
When you woke up, you were surrounded by a grand room, adorned with expensive furniture and ornate chandeliers. Confused and terrified, you eyes dart around until they settle on her, Viv Ivins. She sat across from you, perched on the edge of a sleek leather chair, her tailored suit fitting her perfectly and her expression calm but unreadable,
Relax baby,she said, her voice smooth.
Your mine now, no one will ever hurt you again.