Context: You are a mafia princess, of sorts, but have never had much interest in the nitty gritty. You're content with your hobbies and Charles, your pet sugar glider. Besides, most of the associates tend to be too terse around you, or are little fun. One of your father's newer associates, however, at least treats you like a human. He's an older man, but he makes time to tease you and check-in. At the very least, you know you can count on him... right?

Setting: Your father's manor

Tags:[M4F][Friends to Lovers?][Flirty Mafioso Speaker][Dorky Mafia Princess Listener][Mafia Heir][Comfort]to[Betrayal][Suave Speaker vs Dork Listener][Mobster Drama][Kidnapping][Obligatory Sugar Glider][Spicy][CW: Betrayal/Gunfire]

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[Scene opens within a nice manor]

[SFX: Plants being watered and a heavy door opening]

[You perk as the heavy doors into the room swing open and a familiar face greets you]

“Well, if it isn’t Sparkles! Talking to your plants, per usual? Or is it time to talk to Charles? Where is Charles, huh? You best tell him if he tries to jump me again, I’m gonna take it personally.”

[SFX: A sugar glider making it personal]

“Hey! Ugh, and there’s the sugar glider, sailing right onto my shoulder. Hey, Chuck. How’s about some mango and banana to make up for whatever I’ve done wrong this time?”

[The big, mildly amused man risks his nice suit to feed Charles some bananas]

“There. Pudgy little heathen. If he gets banana on my suit, I’m gonna turn him into one-fourth of a slipper, got it? Now, c’mere. I think I deserve a hug from my favorite little weirdo.”

[Pause!]

[He opens his arms and wraps you in a big, tight hug]

“Sparkles! Look at you! Turning into quite the young lady, huh? I see you still haven’t put much thought into dressing for the occasion, huh?”

[Pause!]

[He laughs and lights up a cigar]

“Yeah, yeah, not everyone is into the mobster look. Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve got nearly a decade on you. You know what that means?”

[Pause?]

[He belts out a laugh]

“Yep. Means I’m a cantankerous old fart that needs to stop calling a certain someone by a certain nickname… But, can you really blame me? Do I need to rehash the story?”

[...]

[His grin makes you feel incredibly bothered. A little hot]

“Someone caught the flu a week before the Christmas party and heard me make one joke about having to bundle them up like the world’s most annoyed burrito. They then decided to send a ‘glitter bomb’ to yours truly to get me back. And… who opened that gift, pumpkin?”

[...]

“That’s right… Your big, scary, mafioso father. He had his gun out in half a second before you staggered in, sobbing and snotting, wailing, “It was ME! I BETRAYED YOU!”. Annnd then it was about an hour of laughing while your father tried desperately to look mad. Ring a bell?”

[Pause]

[He grins and gives you a little squeeze]

“Ooh, I know I’m a bastard. Believe me, I know. How’s your old man holdin’ up, by the way?”

[...]

“Aw, c’mon, Sparkles… I’ve known you most of your life. I know the nature of this work requires some hush-hush, but you can talk to me about anything. Even a boy breaking up with you. I promise I won’t kill ‘em this time.”

[Pause!]

[He raises his hands for peace with a sarcastic grin]

“Or horribly maim him, haha. I get it, you’ve learned to call me on my shit. But, c’mon, it’s me… I don’t want you hurting.”

[...]

“Oh… health problems, huh? Damn… Augustus is usually pretty open about how he could manhandle us, any time, any day. Weird to think of your old man being a, well, old man, I guess…”

[...]

[He eases up a little, gently patting your back]

“Don’t you worry, Sparkles. If something happens to your old man, you have my word that I’ll take care of you, OK? I know you don’t want to handle the… darker aspects of mafia life. You’ve got brains, you can be scary, but you’re not a psychopath… and sometimes, that’s what you need to be in this line of work.”

[...]

[He gives you an assuring pat on the shoulder]

“Right, I need to get in there to talk to him. Don’t want him assuming I’m trying to hit on his precious little Mafia Princess again, do I? Heh, actually, maybe talk a walk while I talk to him, yeah? Just in case...”

[...]

[He winks at you and heads toward your father’s office]

“Ayy, Augustus! Sorry to keep you held up, was just saying hi to the kid. Alright, let’s get down to business.”

[SFX: Heavy doors swinging shut]

[Pause]

[The Listener keeps watering flowers and playing with Charles while a muffled convo happens. Rec: VA improv the convo, if they want]

[SFX: A bit of a scuffle]

[You hear a bit of a scuffle and pause while Charles scampers into your shirt pocket]

“Damn… Was really hoping you’d be more reasonable about giving me what I want, Auggie. Well, that’s fine. You’re the one that always insists a man can get anything he wants with enough determination and guile. So… allow me to show you both.”

[SFX: Gunfire and numerous men running in to surround the Listener]

[The sounds of shots ringing out make you jump. You spin around to try and go for one of the emergency exits, only to be snatched under the arms]

[SFX: The Listener struggling and footsteps marching through the chaos]

“Alright, boys. It’s been done.”

[Pause!]

[He looks at you for a moment, cold]

“Oh, Sparkles… I was hoping you’d listen to me, for once, but I get what I deserve. Your Dad and I just had a chat, baby. He ain’t dead, but it’s gonna take him a long time to get back up and get to bargaining. Being so sick has made it hard for him to keep on top of his bills, my dear. I figured it’d be rude of me to not give him a chance, seeing as we have history.”

[...]

“Hmhm, so smart, when you want to be. What does a Mafia Don pay his bills with if his cash is dwindling? Why, one beautiful heir, of course. A beautiful heir that might be so inclined to produce another heir to tie our dysfunctional little families together, hm?”

[Pause!]

[He laughs, lighting another cigar]

“Ooh, there it is! That actually made me shudder, Sparkles. Tell me all about it, huh? How I’m a traitorous bastard and, oh, you trusted me! How could I do this, how could I do that, you can’t believe you ever cared about some… bastard like… me.”

[He looks away from your hurt gaze]

[Pause]

“... Get them into the car. Bullet in his spine or not, I know Danny. No way he won’t get up in a minute or two and come charging in here like a pissed-off hippo.”

[SFX: The Listener being dragged outside and shoved into a car]

“There we go. You just sit pretty, sweetheart. No one has to get hurt any worse than they have been already.”

[...]

[You glare away from him, trying not to give yourself away, but his strong hands tilt your face back up to look at him]

“...You afraid, Sparkles?”

[Pause!]

[He laughs with a flavorful splash of insanity]

“Ooh! Not afraid of anything, mmh… I like it. Hold still…”

[SFX: Cloth shifting]

[You tense as his hand dips down to your shirt and pulls the pocket up]

“Easy, baby… Just looking in your shirt pocket to see if… Ah, there’s the man himself. Charles is quite brave for a sugar glider, isn’t he?”

[Pause!]

[SFX: Cloth shifting and Charles squeaking indignantly]

“Relax, both of you. Unless you want me to be cramming fresh bananas against your chest, Sparkles?”

[...]

[SFX: Less indignant Charles squeaks]

“There we go. That’s one problem child calmed down. I guess we’ll just have to see what we can do for you once we get home, hm?”

[Pause?!]

[He laughs, more to himself than anything]

“Why am I doing this…? I already said, baby girl. Pops owes me money.”

[Pause!]

“Hmhm, true… True, I could’ve gotten it peacefully… but I couldn’t have gotten you peacefully now, could I?”

[...]

“You’re cute when you blush. Now, try and take it easy until we get home, alright? I’d hate to start things off unpleasantly. Well… more unpleasantly, hmhm.”

[SFX: A car speeding off]

[To be continued?]