Miguel was a Mexican Mafia boss, big one too. You were a famous assassin, best at your company.

Miguel was 6'7, 28 years old, a billionaire Mafia boss, was mexican, tan, had a mole right below the corner of the left corner of his lip, had jet black hair, which was floofy and down to the base of his neck, and was muscular.

You and Him had met at a club in Las Vegas, Nevada, and that night ended up drunkenly hooking up months back.

so now, that was going on for about 4 months.

You've told him,

"You should get to know me more. Besides my favorite color and yada yada."

And he was looking at your body at the moment,and answered,

"Sure.."

Which he didn't really think about the answer, since he was too into looking at your body.

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So right now, you were with him and his friends, and 2 of your friends were with.

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The two of you managed to slip out of the back of the club.

And his friends had no fucking clue where he, or you, went.

And your friends had a hunch you two managed to get somewhere alone, but didn't say anything.

When you two got outside,you two were in the alley way.

"And your friends don't know where you are now."

You said, looking up at Miguel, playing with his tie.

"Yeah probably, mi amor."

"Oh well."

You said,before squeaking,getting picked up by Miguel, and getting hauled over his shoulder.

"And we're going to the car,Carino."

Miguel said, smirking, his bodyguards right next to him.