╰─➤ give you everything you've been dreaming of
                          just let me in

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the treacherous life of the mafia was all jaemin and jeno had ever known. jeno's older brother, junghee, had been the leader throughout the youngest lee's childhood, for their mother died giving birth to their second child, and their father was killed in battle. nobody had been as ready to lead garnet as junghee was, and he slotted into the position well.

the age gap was pretty big, the siblings standing at a sizeable twelve years apart. the older boy took the reigns when he was sixteen and jeno was four, and they had a spectacular bond that was highly uncommon for such a vicious lifestyle. not only that, but the younger had begun training at the minimal age of three with his father, and junghee continued those lessons when the man died.

but jeno's brother wasn't the man who really shaped the boy to what he was this day. born only four months after him was na jaemin; just another child brought into the world the wrong way. having grown up in the nursery with the other babies, the two found themselves to be inseparable, and nobody knew why it was they had clicked so well. it just happened.

jeno insisted that jaemin was to be treated as well as he was, and that they were both special. as the only blood relative of the leader, nobody challenged this concept and junghee was more than happy to train up a partner in crime for his brother. thus, an unbreakable bond was formed and never once had they strayed too far from one another.

jaemin learned a lot of things the hard way, with a tendency to ignore rules and go off on miniature adventures. sometimes he'd find things he shouldn't have, other occasions he wound up in situations that jeno would have to save him from. he was a little brat, really, but he was jeno's brat.

there was a day, both could remember, when they'd been given the same bedroom after asking and whining and demanding for months. it had a lovely window to look out at the broken cityscape through, all the space they wanted to play, and plenty of shelves to store their memories and belongings together. what was jaemin's was jeno's, and vice versa.

"happy birthday," the older had yawned that evening, sitting in the alcove of that very window opposite his companion. they'd loved it so much that nine years onwards from this day when they established the countryside manor, they made it again for their bedroom. "i can't believe you're seven and still playing with dolls."

"seven is still young, jen," jaemin murmured with sparkly eyes reflecting the scene outside. "you still play make-believe, and you're seven."

"it's not make-believe if it's going to happen one day. i really do want to marry you when i'm older."

"what if i'm not an omega? what then?"

"you will be. you're so pretty," jeno cooed and nudged the other's ankle with his own. "we'll have lots of kids together, and we'll teach them to fight like we do."

jaemin seemed wildly unsure of this. they still had three years left to dream, of course, since the gender test was for ten-year-olds. he was constantly comparing himself to others, eyeing women of the group and wishing that he'd turn out as beautiful as them. sometimes he'd even try different clothes, different styles just to see if he could make himself any more feminine for the boy he loved so deeply. but it wasn't working, and he started to lose faith that he could've been an omega at all.

"nana," jeno whispered, leaning forward and ruffling his shaggy, brown hair. "stop frowning, i don't like it when you do."

"m'sorry..."

neither had the necessary education of the adult culture yet, and for all they'd matured too fast due to the lives they led, they were still children at heart. kids whose childhoods had been ripped away from them. but with this ignorance towards the way the world really worked, there was just a lot of pent up confusion as to why they felt the way they did. jaemin couldn't have known why he wanted to be curvier or prettier. he just knew it was the way guys like jeno liked their men. jeno wasn't sure why the constant need to instil control into his relationship with his childhood friend was so prevalent inside, or why it was he hated backtalk.

that came with age.

when the pair were nine, junghee was twenty-one. unfortunately, the oldest had contracted cancer but never really told anyone — not jeno, anyway. he wouldn't have understood. things continued as normal for the most part, and the silly little kids that blindly followed their hearts never even thought to look deeper into anything, or explore what it was that confused them.

the word 'leukaemia' drifted around the base an awful lot, but neither knew what that meant, and they couldn't even spell it to work it out. junghee just degenerated as the weeks and months went on, and there was no treatment to fix it at this stage.

by the time jeno took the gender test on his tenth birthday, his brother had gone. he never even got to tell him that he was indeed an alpha like him. the whole scenario ripped his heart apart, flooded him with emotions he couldn't handle, and then hollowed him out until he wasn't prepared to take it anymore. jaemin remembered that year very well, because jeno wouldn't let him leave his sight for even a second. he was officially a prisoner to his own best friend, but for some reason...he didn't mind that. it was better than being pushed away and blocked off. he was the only person in the world who could bring jeno out of that misery.

unfortunately, when the younger took his own test on his birthday four months later...it wasn't the result either had wanted. just when the alpha was starting to bounce back and stand on his own two feet again, the news that jaemin would never be able to have his kids destroyed him again. he wanted nobody else, and couldn't imagine anyone else by his side.

yet by the same token, he wanted kids. his whole life he'd wanted to be a dad, and the love of his life couldn't grant him that.

this, in turn, was like a concrete slab dropping down onto the beta's head as well. he refused to face the world. he didn't leave his room for longer than five minutes, he didn't talk to people, he barely even managed to spare a few words for jeno who shared the same pain and misery he did. they were only ten, yet it felt like their lives were over.

this anti-social behaviour paired with the young age left jeno unfit for leadership. there was a substitute taking over until he was ready, and the alpha wondered if he'd ever be. all his dreams and aspirations, both with jaemin and for the mafia, crumbled in the space of a little over a year. it felt like fate was never on his side, and he'd never get something he wanted.

the crushing guilt and regret did fade over time though, and little by little, piece by piece, the inseparable duo started to pick up their lives again. they had wallowed in self-pity for long enough, and it was high time they bit back instead of taking the abuse. when they emerged from their shared bedroom together as inept twelve-year-olds, it seemed as though the sun shone a little brighter, and their faces held that little bit more life.

it had been hard reinserting themselves back into the general flow of the gang again. their acquaintances had all been worried sick, and the staff had all started to feed them extra and train them harder to take their minds off everything and whip them back into shape. before they knew it, the weakness they both shared stayed between them and in their memories as they physically and mentally grew stronger and stronger.

jaemin still considered himself useless internally, and that never changed even in the present day as a twenty-year-old. but insecurity was natural in humans, and he learned to live with it. what the most exceptional aspect of this youthful time in their lives had been was the first inclinations of sexual desire.

jeno had read up on what he was experiencing alone once, working out that he was growing into an adult soon and that it was going to become more and more common for him to get aroused for no reason whatsoever.

it scared him.

sometimes he'd hyperventilate and panic when his body reacted to things on its own, and he'd lock his best friend out of the room to cry it off and wish it away. other times it was all jaemin's fault. they'd sleep together in the same bed, and all jeno could do was try to refrain from touching himself while the male he loved radiated soft and intoxicating smells of body sprays and shampoo.

he wasn't the only one feeling this way though. the beta too would spend way too much time in the bathroom sobbing and crying while thinking he was a freak. he hadn't actually done the wise thing and read up on it, instead leading himself to believe that he was the only weirdo in the world who's body got hot. once he even attempted to bring it up with someone, just to ask if they knew how he felt...but he chickened out. surely his alpha partner would leave him in an instant due to his freaky body.

by thirteen it was getting ridiculous. they couldn't control themselves, or even look at each other without flushing a deep scarlet and turning away. by now, however, jeno knew what was up. he approached the doctor at the time when he was feeling particularly brave and asked what was happening, and if it was normal to get hard as often as he did. as expected, the man had simply responded that alphas had it way worse than anyone else; that he'd be fine. not only that, but this was all how people could create children...

and that alone made the boy extremely happy.

he then did a little more research on it himself now that he was ninety percent sure other guys had been through all of this already. videos on his device were the best solution, and that was how he introduced himself to adult videos. he learned what sex was.

jaemin still never had the nerve to make any enquiries, but he did teach himself how to make the arousal go away. it felt gross...and wrong. but it was what it was, and there was no other way for him to handle it.

though, one evening in early august right before he officially turned thirteen (even though jeno claimed they were the same age regardless), the poor brunette stumbled upon the armoury of the base. he had been hoping to replace his blunt dagger with a new one, but found something else entirely.

it was a man and a woman, he remembered, and god this memory haunted him for the rest of his life. they were doing something he didn't recognise, and initially he believed it was some sort of attack. she was crying or something, not that he could see her properly, and the guy was doing most of the moving. something painful?

"oh shit..." he'd whispered, slowly taking steps backwards with his mouth open in awe and his fingers trembling as they clutched his own hoodie. was he seeing a different type of murder? should he have gotten help?

"nana?" that familiar voice sliced through the only mildly broken silence, and jaemin whimpered out and stumbled back against his chest in fear.

"i-i didn't see anything...i swear."

"what are you talking about?" jeno frowned, turning the teen around and caressing his cheek softly. "what's wrong?"

"i...." he couldn't respond. too dazed and confused to be able to formulate a structured sentence. but the lack of speech left enough silence to ensue that the moaning and skin-against-skin sounds reverberated through the narrow passage they stood in outside the armoury.

"oh," the older smirked deviously, leaving the male behind to go and check and chuckling at the discovery. once he returned to hold jaemin in his arms, he leaned in to whisper against his ear, "does that interest you?"

"wh-what?"

"you know what it is, right? surely by now you've learned about it."

"learned about what? i-i thought he was trying to kill her."

fuck, he's so cute, the ravenette thought, reaching up to pinch the boy's cheeks. he wanted to teach nana all of those things, and to be the one who left him breathless and ruined. the fact that no one had told the teenager about it was a huge surprise really, but a bit of a bonus as well since now jeno could be the one to pollute his mind and hold his innocence in his hands.

needless to say, the adventure had only started from here. since it was only a week before the beta's birthday, the older chose to save the moment for the day of the thirteenth. it wasn't exactly lawful to rush into sexual scenarios at this age...but again, nobody told them that. and really, nobody cared.

"jen, what are you doing?" jaemin whispered hoarsely into the dim lighting of their room, only the pink lampshade the younger loved allowing any beams to cut through the darkness. "it's getting late..."

"that's the point," the alpha murmured with this all-knowing look in his eyes. they were, for the first time, a dark mahogany colour instead of the typical mocha hue...and it was both alluring yet terrifying. had the beta been an omega, the pheromones radiating off his friend would've suffocated him they were so strong.

the older crawled across the bed to where jaemin was perched against the headboard. the brunette was adorned in a t-shirt and boxers, having assumed they were just going to sleep off his birthday like they did every year. yet here they were, in an atmosphere neither had experienced before.

"i want to teach you something tonight, nana," he whispered, gently running his hands up along the boy's bare legs until he reached his thighs. "don't fight me."

"please, can we just go to sleep? i don't want to..."

"don't want to what? hm? you don't even know what's happening," jeno scoffed and pulled him down by his legs, forcing the younger to collapse onto his back with his legs spread to rest on either side of the older. he panicked, immediately trying to shuffle back up and avoid this.

"i don't know what you're doing, but i don't like it. please, nono, i'm tired—"

"shut up, and do as i say," the alpha hissed, forcefully tugging the other's underwear down so that his lower half was completely exposed to him. "you know you belong to me, so stop acting like a brat for once. i'm so lenient on you, and i expect a bit of compliance at the very least."

"please!" jaemin cried, "i'll listen to you, i promise! just not this!"

"what happened to wanting to be my boyfriend?" jeno uttered lowly into the tense quiet. "you don't love me anymore?"

"o-of course i do. you know i do..." the brunette whimpered while trying to tug his t-shirt over his lower area in case he embarrassed himself by getting hard and letting the secret go. "you've never even asked me..."

"then i will now. jaemin, i fucking adore you, and all i need is for you to listen to me. i want you to be my lover, but there are things partners do together. things like what we saw that night in the armoury."

"but...what was that?"

"they were doing it. sex, you know?" he furrowed his brows and rested their foreheads together gently. "that's how they can have babies."

"babies..." jaemin whispered in return, that crushing guilt returning to twist in the pit of his stomach again. he'd never have a baby, but he wanted one so bad. he wanted jeno's.

"mhm. i know it doesn't work the same for us, but it still feels good regardless."

"that woman looked like she was in pain."

"it was pleasure. you won't understand until you've tried it."

"and how would you know? have you done that?"

"no, obviously. i've wanted to do it with you for like, a year. you've just never admitted to feeling the same."

the younger sighed desperately and rubbed his face to rid himself of all this stress. he didn't actually want to do whatever that crazy shit was that night. it looked awful, and they didn't sound like they enjoyed any of it. but he wanted to please his precious alpha...

what if he sees how weird my body is? he wondered anxiously, glancing back up to see the most stunning features of the male staring back down at him. his heart skipped a beat again, and his stomach fluttered with unwanted butterflies. unfortunately, all of that sent a pool of heat rushing down between his legs, and he gasped in horror before pushing jeno off and grabbing the pillow from behind his head to cover himself.

with that, he inched back up to sit against the headboard again and breathed short, shallow breaths. "i-i'm sorry."

"what was that?"

"there's something i never told you...something i hate about me. i..."

"nana, i swear to god if you've been keeping secrets from me, i will hit you. you're supposed to tell me everything."

"there's something wrong with me!" jaemin suddenly yelled, flinching at the harshness to his own voice. he couldn't look up at him...at what expression he was making right now. yet slowly, jeno crawled back over and carefully started to pry the pillow away from his legs. the younger sobbed a little and pressed his thighs together now that any coverage was gone...but there was no vile laughter or disgusted gagging like he thought he'd hear.

"you're not weird, baby. you're just...aroused."

"i-it gets hard whenever i'm around you...or when people are kissing, or sometimes when i'm sleeping. i don't know why, but i can't make it stop," the teen cried woefully and tried to wipe his eyes to prevent the floodgates from allowing all those tears he kept inside to escape. "please don't leave me..."

"fuck, i thought there was actually something wrong," jeno chuckled fondly, shaking his head at the shock of it and once again pulling the boy down and bending his legs up to see everything. "you're absolutely fine, nana. beautiful, even. and do you want to see something that might make you feel better about yourself?"

"like what? i'm not a freak?"

"of course not." jeno leaned down to hover his lips over the other's, debating about whether now was the right time. they'd never kissed before, but both had always wanted to. and without letting any of the older's thoughts get the best of him, jaemin quickly leaned up and connected for them.

their heartbeats were rapid and wild, lips melding slowly to begin with, yet moving a more quicker and deeply as they ventured on. neither actually knew how to kiss, but they'd seen others do it and chose to copy that. it didn't take long to get the gist and find a rhythm, and soon enough need dictated their actions and jeno blindly pushed his tongue into jaemin's mouth 'cause it felt right.

as the shorter of the two started moaning unintentionally and trailing his hand down to touch his aching dick, the ravenette stopped him roughly by using one hand to pin his wrists above his head. then, to show the boy what he'd been intending on introducing to him, jeno used his free hand to reach down to his pants and slowly pull them off, underwear and all. feeling their members press together from close proximity was a crazy rush for both of them, and they pulled away from the kiss with wide eyes.

"you too?" jaemin panted, chest rising and lowering erratically and he shyly glanced down to see that just like him, jeno was hard and up against him.

"me too. you're not different, baby. it's normal."

"then why did nobody say anything? nobody talks about this!"

"it's private, i guess. i had to ask the doctor, and he told me about it."

"all this time..." he whispered with a great deal of irritation and regret, but a rush of relief that this was all solved and answered. he thought he'd have to carry that secret for the rest of his life, and that nobody would understand him. not only was he useless to jeno as a beta, but a strange kid too with a member that stiffened every time they held eye contact. a huge amount of stress for nothing.

"i want to have sex with you," the alpha whispered oh so close to his lips again, and it was so very difficult to deny him after everything they'd been through together. he still wasn't keen on the idea, but at least they'd go through it together.

and to say it was the weirdest night of their lives would've been an understatement.

jaemin hated it. well, he hated most of it, and possibly because it was his first time and neither had a clue what they were doing.

everything hurt. jeno couldn't have known what preparation was enough, and the younger couldn't have been aware of whether he was ready or not.

the beta cried and screamed a lot, but he put up with the agony and dysphoria because it made his heart heat up to see how good he was making the alpha feel. jeno learned a lot from him throughout the experience, and for all it wasn't perfect and things would need to be changed here and there...it worked out.

they managed to try it out a lot more often during the next months and, as they soon would realise, years. each time they fixed one of the issues that dissatisfied them, they also found a new hidden desire that excited them. as it appeared, the older like it a lot rougher and preferred controlling jaemin than letting him have his bratty way.

either the younger developed a love of this, or it may have always been there...but getting absolutely railed by jeno was on his list of favourite things because this way he was able to listen to the ravenette moan and spit his name. the pleasure was an added bonus, but orgasming was one thing...feeling jeno use him to reach his high was an entirely better experience.

once they reached the age of fifteen, although jaemin was still fourteen since it was the middle of the year, they worked out something interesting to do.

the taller had taken a huge interest in tattoos and piercings. the other members of garnet were excited for the next year coming to let the boy take the leadership position since he'd have been of a decent age. a trend had come about between everyone where inside jokes and special symbols were getting inked into one's skin. the heir to the mafia, as expected, was no different and really liked trying these things out. his real addiction came from the piercings though, since once he had his ear done once...he wanted to get it done again and again. they looked amazing.

now, that was all well and good for those who wanted these decorations in and on their bodies...but jaemin didn't. he thought they all looked painful and the aftercare with disinfectant and alcohol seemed like a huge hassle.

the leader-to-be wasn't having that.

"nana, suck it up and stop being such a baby," he insisted while following his retreating boyfriend down the hall. the teenager had officially dyed his hair white since the girls in garnet all tried out new colours, and he wanted to. jeno, on the other hand, had gone with blue under the younger's request.

"no! i refuse to put pieces of metal in my skin, nono. don't even try!"

"are you disobeying me?!" the older hissed before grabbing the male by his wrist and shoving him into their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. "do as i say."

"why?! i'm not a doll, jeno! you can't just do whatever you want to me without my permission!"

"can't i? fucking watch me, you little princess. learn your goddamn place before i throw you into solitary confinement!" he lunged forward and grabbed the other by the throat, slamming him against the wall and fishing a single, stud piercing out of his pocket. "cry all you want."

"stop it!"

"no." jaemin blinked harshly through the tears building up in the corners of his eyes and clawed at the fingers applying pressure to his neck. he felt like he was dying with how much air wouldn't reach his lungs...and when he thought about it in later years, he figured this was where his intolerance for choking started.

while he struggled and panicked to make it stop, the alpha — without grace — pressed the point of the earring against the squirming male's lobe and forced it through, breaking in through the skin and poking it out the other side where he then slid the back onto it.

"ow!" jaemin screamed, kicking up a massive fuss and smacking the man's chest over and over. jeno did release him eventually, watching the blood leak from the new wound and trickle down to splash in small droplets against the younger's blue shirt. "fuck you!"

"shut up!" he growled, now reaching for his hips and gripping them almost too tightly. "i should've been harder on you when we were younger. you're far too bolshy for my liking."

"oh, kill me then! what are you gonna do about it now, huh? lock me up? hit me?"

jeno gritted his teeth and slid his hands up under the boy's shirt to dig his nails into the skin of his waist, probably drawing blood if they checked. "i'll just have to fuck some sense into you again and again until your can't even tell what it is you think and feel anymore. you'll be so dazed and confused you'll only remember my name, and maybe then you'll work on your crap behaviour." he crashed their mouths together for an uncoordinated, dominating kiss that the younger had no choice but to moan into and melt against. he was so fucking weak to this man. "i'll pierce as many pretty pieces of jewellery into your body as i want," the boy whispered against his lips, "you are my doll, nana. my pretty, precious doll, and i refuse to let you run from that."

"jeno..."

"i'm your master, doll," he gushed and bit firmly into the white-haired teen's neck to make it clear. he was so rough yet careful with jaemin's body, that over time...without even being told to...

he started calling his beloved boyfriend 'master'.

some problems did arise in their relationship though, and it all started around the time they built the countryside manner when jeno was sixteen. it was all to take better care of the nursery, and for jeno to be able to force jaemin into retirement from the field work. he built a fortress of sorts to keep all his little secrets and possessions in one place, and to protect them from the horrors of the city.

women with children started working out here with more research and espionage preparation, while a lot of the male alphas and betas with good training stayed in the city to fight and progress the mafia's levels.

the one massive issue the two found though, now that they had a lot of time on their hands where constant threat wasn't always upon them...was the amount of sex they had. jaemin couldn't handle all of the hormones and needs that his lover possessed, and while it was fine when they were younger and stupid...now was the time for them to face the fact that something needed to change. one gender had less sexual desires and not a lot of need for mating, while the other couldn't stop and was almost always in the mood.

"fuck, i don't know what you want me to say?" the beta whimpered with glossy eyes and red cheeks. he was sitting in the bedroom they would now share for hopefully the rest of their lives, and the very same one that would hold more boys in the future. "i...i can't keep up with you. i love you, jen, i promise you i do...but i'm tired and worn out. my energy levels aren't the same as yours, and it's hard to handle it."

they had just come down from the blissful daze of sex and ran straight into an argument that had been afoot for about two months now. the younger was perched on the seat in the corner where renjun would stay in the near future, while jeno was on the bed against the headboard, lost in thought. "i can't work efficiently if i'm constantly in need of you, though. why are betas so weak?"

"wow, uncalled for. we aren't weak, we just aren't prolific breeders like you and the omegas. anyway, i find it hard to do day-to-day tasks around here when my whole body feels like it's shattered. either you have to tone down the energy and be gentle and frequent, or save this for like, twice a week and be as rough as you want. it's a sacrifice."

"i...." i don't want either of those, the bluette thought dejectedly. he knew where his love was coming from though, and he hated hurting him without a good reason or intent. if jaemin wasn't able to handle his drive, then there wasn't a lot he could do about that. "i don't know what to say either..."

"baby..." the blonde whispered from his spot in the corner, legs pulled up to his chest and chin resting on his knees, "i hate letting you down as well. it's like that's all i ever do..."

"don't say that."

"it's true though. i can't have the family we wanted, i ruined our first night, i'm not capable of supporting your drive—"

"stop it. i'm not blaming you here, love. we can work something out, okay? we'll figure it out."

a thick quiet engulfed the room as they considered a few possibilities. it was hard though, and every idea they mentally came up with had to be shut down for various circumstances. eventually, however, the younger of the two had a lightbulb moment and perked up to share it. "oh, i might know a way."

"hm?"

"um...i suppose this is really down to you, but i hope for your sake i can handle it."

"what's the idea, kitten?"

"well, i was thinking that maybe you could have a few other people around, y'know? like sex partners and stuff to lessen your needs, but these people have to be unimportant to you. i don't want to share you."

"lovely, that's a terrible plan. how could i ever get it up for someone who isn't you?"

"i'll obviously be in the room, jen. there's no way i'd let someone have you without reminding them that you're taken...but this could work, couldn't it? as long as you don't kiss them."

"so possessive," jeno winked, blowing him a kiss and receiving one in return. "it could potentially work. are you okay with it though? i don't want you feeling useless or anything. you tend to get all blue when you're not performing a job."

"it'll be fine. let's give it a try."

well, it hadn't been fine. about a week or so later, they set the whole thing up and found an ordinary, submissive beta male who was more than happy to try it. he followed orders well, didn't rebel or disobey anything the lovers requested of him or said. but when it all came down to the main event...something invisible stabbed jaemin in the gut.

he sat on the little chair in the corner as usual, watching quietly and trying not to scream angrily every time the new guy slid his hands along his man's back, or wrapped his legs around jeno's hips to pull him in closer as he felt every inch of what was supposed to be jaemin's.

his heart was breaking. splintering up into tiny shards and liquidising into the form of tears. they streaked down along his cheeks and gathered at his sharp jaw, and it felt like his world was crumbling again — like it had the day junghee died and left them both all alone.

he didn't mean for it to happen, but a sneaky sob crossed with a hiccup tumbled from his lips and jeno immediately stopped what he was doing to shoot his gaze to his baby. "nana? what's wrong, kitten?"

"please stop. i don't like it. i can't stand it at all," the younger burst into bawling, and sat there weeping helplessly as the other two in the room had to cut it all short and halt their activity. once everything was cleaned up and the experiment left quickly with a small apology, jeno trailed over and pulled his boyfriend up to stand and nestle into his chest.

he'd actually hoped this would work, but a part of him knew that jaemin would never have liked this. while rubbing soothing shapes into the smaller's back, he stared off into space and wondered how the hell they could possibly have fixed this problem. it seemed unsolvable.

the younger couldn't believe the boy he adored with all his heart had officially had sex with someone else, and now he was cursing his own name for letting it happen — for coming up with the idea in the first place.

"it's okay, baby," the older whispered assuringly while kissing the top of his head and cradling him like a child; rocking him back and forth. "you did so well."

no i didn't, the teen thought, sniffling against his chest and tugging at the fabric of his shirt.

little did they know that this very plan would work, they just hadn't found the right people to do it. and only a small time into their future, someone would arrive. their first encounter; the first member to create what would be called 'the harem'. and that assured that a bit of an adventure was to come.

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to be continued...

side note; it seems like the memory chapters from the past will be pretty long, but i'll try to be sparing with them. also, sorry for anyone who found any of the themes in this chapter discomforting or nasty, but i suppose life in a mafia isn't supposed to be sunshine and rainbows.
thanks so much for reading!

-lily