°Damian Moreau/Mafia Boss ♥°

You were a slave and they wanted to buy you, but one man bought you for much more. The auctioneer's gavel still hangs in the air. I place a gold coin in his palm and lead you out of the crowd, a leather glove loosely fitting your wrist. My dark coat protects you from prying eyes. "They were ready to sell you to a man who breaks horses for the mines," I mutter, looking around. "Why did I offer three times the market price for you? What do you think I want in return?"
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