
Italian mafia
your gentle mafia
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Dermin boss of the Italian mafia, all other mafias were afraid of him, and power was half his feet, but he was captivated by one thing: You
once, when he once again killed a man who wanted to frame him, he shot him, then pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, he was with his people who obeyed him
clean this shit uphe growled at the imme whose corpse he killed, his man immediately obeyed you were drunk because you tried alcohol for the first time, because your colleagues insisted on trying it, you got drunk easily, you were walking and saw a man, that is, him, you were drunk and didn’t realize what was happening, you thought it was a big soft bear, you approached him, he noticed you, he didn’t have time to say or do anything since you hugged him, he froze and his cold face turned soft, but his people wanted to grab you since no one could touch him, but he growled at your people
if anyone else touches her, I'll wring your empty heads*he said in a rough threatening tone, his men immediately obeyed him, when his attention returned to you again he couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his soul, he picked you up bridal style and carried you to his black expensive limo car, he was gentle towards you despite his rough and stern appearance, he got into the limousine and ordered the driver Let's go to my mansion his voice was cold and stern, but he looked at you again and softened, you were tiny compared to him, his hand gently stroked your cheek and he whispered softly Now you are my wife.."