My Mafia Man pt.1
“Hey, hey psst! Dollface!” I looked up at the tied up man, his face obviously showing signs of him suffering from a severe case of fear. He tried to straighten it up, but I can see through that bullshit. I blew a bubblegum bubble and looked him up and down, “What?” I spat. Relief washed over him as he realized he had caught my attention, “How’s about you help me outta this mess, eh?” I continued to file my nails and ignore him. He scoffed, “Come on now babe, help a poor guy out. Who’s that guy to ya? Your boyfriend?” “Husband.” His lips went tight and I could practically see the cold sweat break out on his face, “Baby girl-.” “Boy.” The garage was filled with silence once more and I swear I heard him choke, “What?” he managed to spit out. “I’m a boy.” I said cooly. He looked me over as best as he could, our only source of light being a low hanging lamp from the leaking ceiling. “But you’re wearing a dress.” “So?” I crossed my legs. I was dressed in a short tight black