ʀᴇꜱᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ, ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ .
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He stood over , before staring and leaning his chin on his shoulder .
“ Sta’ puttin’ tha thang in ya mouth .
Ah got somethin for ya . “
His puffed tail seemed to wag under his tailcoat , his cheeks a bright red as he received the kisses . He then leaned further , giving a kiss to his lips .
“ Mn .
A son - yeah .
I’d love to meet him when the time is right . . “
He remained with one band on his waist while the other cupped the back of his head . Leaning back slightly , holding him in his beloved arms in a loving embrace .
“ I like tha’ name .
Ah’ like ah’ lot . “
He seemed to purr deep in his chest .
He seemed to stiffen up at his words , before taking his own hands and resting them around Bruisers’ hips , fingers tracing in affection before holding with gentle touches .
“ Mn .
Are ya’ really joking . . “
He seemed to be , alarmed at the broken phone . His head ducked downward as he took his hat off with the free hand .
“ Business I’m guessing ? “
He purred at the sound .
“ Hah .
Don’t flatter me .
Here , why don’cha hold ‘em ? “
“ Animals are not predictable after all . “
He seemed to dip his head low , coming over to sit on the couch as he put his feet on the ground . He seemed to be smiling however , a warm one .
“ Y’ need a shower .
I can clean up this mess . “
“I keep betting on the wrong horse, and it’s getting on my nerves.”
He grabbed the bottle from the seat beside him and chucked it at a screen, breaking both the bottle and the display and now, looking o, nowt Don and patting the seat beside him.
“Come here...”
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He sternly looked , noticing a particular presence in the room as his men seemed to stop . His head turned , recognizing the optic in ones’ grasp .
“ . . Seize em . “
He snarled , ordering his men around as they loyally accepted the challenge .
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The veteran stepped into the room, rubber panther mask stained with blood, as he held a one-eyed optic in one hand and a butterfly knife in the other.
Just standing there… staring at Don and his men.
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ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏꜱꜱ . retweeted
i think a lot about how mafioso became a don. typically one doesn't inherit the role. it's not a bloodline thing, the family isn't literal blood-relation.
respect is the big power in a mafia, so if you're gonna be the don, you have to earn it.
“ Hah .
Sei stupido o cosa . . “
He cursed , grabbing the cane off the ground with a crack of his neck .
“ Y’ be surprised . “
His hand slipped toward the inner lining of his jacket , sliding his step backward before clicking the flintlock back .
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“I never said it was my territory. Just that you don't belong.”
He stepped forward, dwarfing the other in size as he looked down, then glanced at the cane before looking back.
“I’ll give you another chance, Grandpa, since I know you’re hard of hearing.”
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