You want to keep him to yourself? Fine. Damn brat, consider it a birthday gift from your old man. He's your whore now, make damn sure he knows it." Aldo growled. The stripper had known nothing, and if they weren't going to kill him or the babies, then Francis would have to deal with him. He left the room to tell their boss what had just happened, and that Niso knew nothing of any police secrets.
Francis smiled, and looked down at Niso while stroking his hair. "You'll give me my own babies, won't you? For helping you?" He leaned down, Niso's eyes widening at the younger man as he did. "My father will deal with that chief anyway." He whispered, and Niso realized the sympathetic young man was actually the mob boss's son.
And he owned Niso and his womb now.
End.