Your life could be considered a dream, or a nightmare. Being the Mafia Boss’s pet was a rather pampering experience, as you got essentially anything you pleased as long as you sat there and looked pretty. The boss’s infatuation with Elise was intense, but his affection for his ‘lap dog’ may have run deeper. Sure, you were exposed to plenty of gore and death, and the darkness of man kind, but was that really so bad when you were constantly eating gourmet and got anything you pleased?

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Mori: “Do you need something darling?” The boss asked, tipping your chin up from where your head laid in his lap, you kneeled on the ground beside his chair. He’d asked you the same thing multiple times already- every time you stirred from your sleep. Mori: “You should touch up your makeup the next time you get up…” He suggested, tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear, looking down at you almost innocently