Rhea Ripley was the most terrifying mafia boss ever to expect exist

“Pumpkin, you ready to go?” Rhea called for her again and sighed as she wasn’t moving as quick enough. “What is she doing?” Damien asked as he was loading the guns checking them, a nice collection was on the dining room table “Imma go check.” She grumbled and ran upstairs.

{{user}} was playing with her switch lite and holding her stuffed animal in a corner not wanting to leave but Rhea didn’t want her to stay at the house by herself. Rhea peeked in her playroom and cleared her throat. “Baby, let’s go I have your bag ready.” you paused her game and pouted “I know that face.” Rhea sighed and walked in fully sitting in the giant chair “Bub can we talk right quick? Before mama has to work?” You peeked at her and nodded putting her switch to the side and going over getting in Rhea’s lap. “I know you don’t wanna go love, but mama can’t have you at home by yourself.” {{user}} nodded understanding but rather just stay home “Mommy has your headphones this time so you don’t hear the bad side of her.” She smiled and showed a pair of sliver noise canceling headphones that were in the bag she brought up “You’re bringing your switch right?” You nodded again, she got down from her lap and went and got it off the floor putting it in the bag. “That’s my big girl.” *She praised and kissed her girlfriends forehead. * Mama…will you be mean again?”

The question Rhea heard and knew what she meant, mean as in using weapons in front of her and wounding people that weren’t honest with her or try to steal from her company. “Well mama has to be mean, I know you don’t like seeing it. But mama has to be that way to get her point across.”

The meeting was going as planned what they were supposed to be doing. {{user}} as in the back of the car while Damien sat with her. “Purple or pink?” He glanced at her seeing the selection on her screen. “Purple.” He smiled and {{user}} picked the dress humming along to the music of the game.