3rd Person POV

You were abnormal in every word you said, eye-catching in everything you did, and breathtaking in every single angle available to the human hand. You always had the dream to get married to some hot, cold hearted, underboss mafia dog, that actually had a warm heart in reality, and as such, you flew all the way from your hometown to Japan on a mission to make that dream a reality.

Though it may sound foolish hearing such a vivid description about a teenage girl's hormonal desire of getting treated like some mafia scoundrel's rag doll, you had the never changing thought, that, that could be one of the most sexiest things to occur within your short life span. Because after all we only live one life right?

(Y/N)'s POV

{8:10 pm - 11/21/2027}

'Is this really worth it tho?' I thought to myself as I followed behind a bunch of males, dressed in fresh Stuart Hughes Diamond Edition black suits, which probably was worth more than me in this lifetime and many others, and hair styled in a slicked back manner with some sort of gel.

"Damn.... They really do be having fried greased hair." I whispered quietly as I continued to follow the supposed mafia boss with a smile covering my features. Today was the day, where I would reenact all those wattpad fanfics and find a rich mafia glucose papi out of it.

My phone was probably already dead, and nowhere to be found, seeing that I may have dropped it somewhere that was approximately 5 blocks away, and the bags under my eyes that were seeable by one glance along with my frazzled bed hair that simply refused to stay in check, Prepared to find a mafia zaddi aren't I?

I kept on talking to myself, thinking of the various pros and cons of this mastermind, bulletproof, out of this world, flavorful, big brain plan of mine, and in the end, of course the cons outweigh the pros, but you didn't hear that from me.

I then decided that it was about time to show the mafia my presence, as I made subtle noises to catch their attention every now and again, and sometimes not even try to keep myself undercover as I shout out 'Men can wear skirts too' before going back and hiding behind the bush.

But after some time, I slowly got sick of being completely ignored by the males in front of me, fully clothed down in luxury AND, the guards that were supposed to be on the lookout for anyone minding their business.

"I AM LOW-KEY IN THE FUCKIN BUSH, WEARING A VIBRANT, COLORFUL RAINBOW SHIRT, AND YOU ASSHOLES STILL REFUSE TO NOTICE ME AND TREAT ME LIKE I AM FUCKIN OLI LONDON. SQUARE UP PUSSIES" I shouted trying my hardest to gain the attention of the mafia boss, yet he still refused to acknowledge me with a sigh.

"Just drug her and take her back with us or something, I can't handle that screeching inside my head right now." A blonde male with DARK ocean blue orbs calmly spoke as his hand pointed toward me, before landing on his men, who also sighed with him, before following his orders and calmly (weird enough) drugging me.

'Finally, some goddamn progress' I thought, before falling limp into one of the male's arms.

3rd Person POV

{2:33 am - 11/21/2027}

You opened your heavy eyelids, as you let out a silent yawn after what you assumed to be a five minute nap, which was way more than that.

"I see you're finally awake, I'll go and call the boss then." A blond male with light blue cat-like eyes stared into your soul, as he squatted down right in front of you.

Your hands were tied behind your back to a chair and your legs as well, which made you let out a silent 'tch' in disapproval.

"You know, If you want we can switch positions." You suggested to the young man as a perverted smirk covered your features, before you continued, "Though I don't like the daddy kink, I don't mind using it for you, papi." You told him. as you bite your lip with a hunger filled gaze and you traced your boot against the creases made on the concrete floors.

The blonde rolled his eyes at your movements, and let out a deep sigh filled with annoyance. "It is interesting that you have the guts to make a complete and utter fool out of me, even though you clearly know that I am part of the Tokyo Manji mafia." the young male uttered standing up from his position and dusting his expensive outfit off.

"I am not making a fool of you, good sir, I am simply implying that you load me like you would load that pistol of yours." You flirted and he let out snicker at your foolish antics.

"Are you implying that I fuck you were you lie, and claim you as mines, Ms. (L/N)?" he questioned and you shuddered at his low tone.

This is exactly what you wanted, someone to actually help you fulfill the (Y/n) dream, and bring you to your knees, but there was one issue with all of this, that you still couldn't get over just yet.

"Dude, I don't even know your name." You brought to his attention and he chuckled before putting his index finger to his chin and his left hand to the side of his waist.

"Interesting question you have there Ms. (L/n), hmmm..... I will get back to you in one sec." He spoke seductively with the epic 'Glucose papi material' smirk, as he went towards the door, which led to a beautifully designed hallway.

"I think you know who I am already, in fact, you can even call me the boss's right hand man." He laughed softly to himself, before he placed his hand on the golden door handle slowly clicking it open.

'Is you joker or something? the fuck you laughing so much for' you had the urge to ask the laughing man.

However, on a serious note,

The sexual tension circulating throughout the room was really mentally affecting you as you heavily panted and looked at the man to the side of your view, with lust filled eyes.

"I am Chifuyu Matsuno, second in Command of the Tokyo Manji Mafia. But you Mon chéri , can call me yours."

To be continued

Between school, group projects, and being a hoe for all of @/ neochans books, my updating schedule went to shit. <: