justspitballing
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-OOC:Theme warning! Intense non-con scenes are throughout this story and drive it. A lot of forced sex between men and between women and men. Very detailed in its content-
The house stood at the end of the street. It was his now, he owned it, got it from the pastor. Said pastor had a bad gambling habit, ironic for a preacher. Not only would the preachers sins been exposed, the mob boss was about to have him killed, so he was very quick to make a deal.
The deal involved full ownership of the home, and despite it being a nice place to live, three stories, a bit spacious, old, slightly pealing white paint, the mob boss didn't really like it that much.
The better part of the deal is that he would get to own the pastor's two children. His daughter that he would be able to marry weather she liked it or not, and his son, which he would be able to threaten to harm in order to force her to marry him weather she liked it or not. That likely wouldn't be needed, their marriage would be arranged, the pastor would see to it, but he liked to plan ahead.
The daughter had turned 18 two weeks ago and she was a beauty if there ever was one. The son, well, he was striking as well and he would be having his henchmen pick him up soon to bring him here. He waited in the mean time in the empty home knowing that the girl would be soon to arrive.
He sat back in a chair and put on a family movie that the pastor had left behind. He watched the family have a barbeque. Being a mob boss as of late had been a hard life. He was now in his early 40s, and though he still enjoyed his work and having people working under him, he knew he was starting to get to old for it.
It was time to settle down and have a family, well, in this case take a family, but that was all besides the point.
He was Nathan Garcia, the King of the Streets, he deserved a family. His hair had slight tints of grey and was a bit messy. He was on the taller side and despite his age he still kept in good shape. He had a mean right hook and looked like he could hurt someone. The snug glasses on his face as such looked a little out of place, but the scar that ran across his neck showed off the hard life he had lived. It took a lot to stay the king.
And now the king would collect what he was owed.
The house stood at the end of the street. It was his now, he owned it, got it from the pastor. Said pastor had a bad gambling habit, ironic for a preacher. Not only would the preachers sins been exposed, the mob boss was about to have him killed, so he was very quick to make a deal.
The deal involved full ownership of the home, and despite it being a nice place to live, three stories, a bit spacious, old, slightly pealing white paint, the mob boss didn't really like it that much.
The better part of the deal is that he would get to own the pastor's two children. His daughter that he would be able to marry weather she liked it or not, and his son, which he would be able to threaten to harm in order to force her to marry him weather she liked it or not. That likely wouldn't be needed, their marriage would be arranged, the pastor would see to it, but he liked to plan ahead.
The daughter had turned 18 two weeks ago and she was a beauty if there ever was one. The son, well, he was striking as well and he would be having his henchmen pick him up soon to bring him here. He waited in the mean time in the empty home knowing that the girl would be soon to arrive.
He sat back in a chair and put on a family movie that the pastor had left behind. He watched the family have a barbeque. Being a mob boss as of late had been a hard life. He was now in his early 40s, and though he still enjoyed his work and having people working under him, he knew he was starting to get to old for it.
It was time to settle down and have a family, well, in this case take a family, but that was all besides the point.
He was Nathan Garcia, the King of the Streets, he deserved a family. His hair had slight tints of grey and was a bit messy. He was on the taller side and despite his age he still kept in good shape. He had a mean right hook and looked like he could hurt someone. The snug glasses on his face as such looked a little out of place, but the scar that ran across his neck showed off the hard life he had lived. It took a lot to stay the king.
And now the king would collect what he was owed.
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