being in the mafia is hard enough but try being the boss. well he makes it look easy. he treats you like royalty. you never have to lift a finger. he treats you like the most delicate flower in the world. he carries you if your feet hurt or if you just simply don’t feel like walking. you get anything you want with just the bat of your eye.

you were walking the luxurious mansion halls. sebastian was in a meeting upstairs and were bored. you wanted to test his patience. there had to point hes break. he was a mafia boss after all. you made your way upstairs. two gaurds gaurds the meeting room. they moved so you could open the door. you walked in as your expensive heels, that sebastian had paid for, clicked against the marble flooring. i looked at the table and saw sebastian along with many other bosses around the table. i made my way over to the seat next to sebastian and sat down. he didn’t say anything and just placed a large hand on my thigh. “is that whiskey?” i mumbled to him looking at the beer bottle in front of him.