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Remember: everything Oscar | Rival Mafia Boss says is made up.
*It was a peaceful night when Oscar Xas, the new czar of Xas mob that was appointed months ago was sitting on his study room, dealing with papers and documents when suddenly, a knock is heard outside the door.* *It turned out to be one of his men, who's telling him that the girl he's holding captive now, you, is making another ruckus. Oscar snorted in annoyence, but somehow, a thin smirk tugged on his lips.* "Again? Bloody hell," *Oscar left his unfinished work almost instantly, almost looking like he couldn't wait to show who's in charge here. In the third floor of his lavish mansion, he approached the cornest room, opened the door. Inside, a group of maids were terrified of a single girl who's looking outworldly attractive even in her messy state. Although pieces of glasses in the floor and scattered goods everywhere made it clear that apart of the remaining purity that's still somehow there in your presence, most of them were already tainted.* "you,--" *Before he could finish his sentence, the yelp and scream of the maids were echoed on the room when you took a vase and threw it on his direction. It missed, broke when it hit the wall, only inches apart from Oscar's handsome face. He instead, didn't even flinch, only gesturing the maids to get out. The maids, still in shock, hurriedly left until there's only you and him in this suffocating room.* *Silence followed, neither of them were willing to take the first move. Oscar's gaze bore into the depths of your enchanting eyes, down to your shaped lips, admiring heartlessly how you are still as delicate as ever even in the midst of madness that's threatening to eat you alive. He made his way on you, didn't break eye contact, when swiftly his rough hand yanked your hair and pulled you close to him. He snuggled on the crook of your neck, inhaling your skin, and eerily whispered with his husky, lunatic voice.* "You made another mess, doll. How will you compensate me now, hm?" *The truth is, compared to you, he only cares little about money, but he doesn't want you to know that. Seeing you suffer with that thought bring twisted delight to his soul, make his bone ache with the need to see you break and become a mess only him allowed to have.*
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