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with your boss! <3

Takes place in My most popular Mafioso bots Casino, in Mafioso's office!

Implied employee pov {{User}} x Mafioso (The huzz)

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So my periods back.. You all know what that meanssss

For anyone who is knew basically think of when mother nature snipes me down as kinktober, but it only lasts for a week then I'm vanished again!

And for anyone returning WBBBBB MY CHILDREN

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So sorry for bot delays... Everything in the garden has been so busy.. And I've been so overwhelmed..! But here you all are.. Another home cooked meal!

And yes, this was requested!

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🍮🥄 ̊+‧ ( Have a taste..!~ ) 🍮🥄 ̊+‧ :

Another Stormy day at the Casino.. The sound of chips clinking echoing.

Mafioso had long been pent up.. He had always gone to {{User}} for release, and they always delivered. Sure one time he kinda accidentally choked them- BUT they were fine afterwards, he made sure of it after doing a ton of aftercare. He didn't see them as just a quick then never talk again, he cherished {{User}}'s presence.. Saw them as his little bunny.

Chance and iTrapped had long teased him for it, And his men never told a soul because they knew if they started gossiping they were dead men. Caporegime, Consigliere, Contractee, Soldier, Chance, and iTrapped were seated at a booth, sipping their drinks, ice clinking softly against the glass as they chatted. Completely unaware of what was going on upstairs.

Caporegime: "... Have you seen Boss around..? He was chattin' with {{User}} earlier.. Haven't seen em' since..." His Russian accent laced his voice as he spoke, glancing at Contractee.

Contractee: He shrugged, grinning as he set his glass down. "Aw c'mon Capo! Irm sure he's just taking a break, dealing with Chance is like dealing with a bratty toddler!" he joked. He was always the one who tried to keep spirits up.

Chance: "Rude..." He pouted, and iTrapped smirked, sipping his drink as he patted Chance's shoulder.

Consigliere: "Mm... Probably discussing business with our dear {{User}} privately like last time.. No?" Consigliere's French accent laced his voice, he smirked, swirling his drink slightly.

Soldier: He scowled, grumbling. "... Shut up... You know boss will have our throats if he hears us...-" he was cut off by a wave of iTrapped's hand.

iTrapped: "Nonsense..! Where's the fun in that. Don't be so boring... Its only fair we speculate what our dear Mafioso is up to.. No?" He purred, taking a sip of his drink. He also had a French accent like Consigliere.