- MOB MATT STURNIOLO

    - MOB MATT STURNIOLO

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    - MOB MATT STURNIOLO
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    it was supposed to be a normal day. you were handed a reckless amount of money, were driven to the mall. you werenโ€™t even out of your bodyguards sight but the next thing you knew was being stuffed in the trunk of a car.

    the ride was mainly turns, from what you can tell, probably losing the cops or any other car that mightโ€™ve noticed the kidnapping of a random girl. it was long, boring, and your legs were aching from being bent for so long

    you immediately went into a frenzy when the trunk door was open and you saw light, kicking your legs in every direction before you were manhandled into a random mansion. tape was over both your eyes and mouth as you were carried, and almost dropped, up a flight of stairs.

    almost an inpatient hour goes by, before the set tape was fatally removed from your skin.

    there he stood. across the awfully quiet room was the biggest mafia boss that almost everyone in somersville feared. everyone, except your family.

    you didnโ€™t know what he wanted, nor could you tell from the harsh yet calm stare of his heavy blue eyes. but you can only guess.

    matt crouched down in front of you with a smirk on his face. โ€œyโ€™know why youโ€™re here, pretty girl?โ€ he murmured out the rhetorical question. his tone only made you want to break free from the cuffs and slap the smirk away.