First time...Lee know Mafia ver.

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THis is my first time making a FF be honest about it
I tried my best please be honest about they may be more after this
and tell me need to be impressed
Lee know
Y/N
Her daughter
WARNING
Little spicy
Part 1
SO there was a mother and she have a child she was a girl and her husband was in jail because he hit her and the mom Y/N and her daughter lived in an apartment and people don't really go up cause that's where the mafia goes and people are scared to go up there because of the mafia and into one day she haves to go up on the elevator because the one down wasn't working anymore so just haves to go up top of the elevator were the mafia goes and she went with her little daughter her daughter was a Three-year old girl then the mafia got in.The heavy steel doors of the "Mafia elevator" slid open with a soft, expensive hiss. Y/N's breath hitched as she pulled her daughter closer to her side. Standing there was a man who looked like he owned the shadows themselves—Lee know, the heir to the city’s most brutal family. He was tall, his silhouette sharp in a tailored suit that cost more than Y/N’s apartment, and his eyes were cold enough to freeze the blood in her veins. He stepped in, his presence instantly stealing all the oxygen from the small space. Y/N stared at the floor numbers, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was terrified he would notice the fading mark on her cheek from her husband—a mark of weakness in a world of predators. But then, she felt her daughter’s hand slip from hers. Her heart nearly stopped as she watched her Three-year-old walk right up to the towering man, her small sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. The little girl didn't see a monster; she just saw a man who looked sad. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled, bright red lollipop. With a shy smile, she held it out to him, her tiny hand looking microscopic against his dark suit. "For you," she whispered, her voice tiny but brave. "Mommy says sweets make the bad days go away."The silence in the elevator was suffocating. Y/N froze, her hand flying to her mouth, expecting him to snap or push the child away. Instead, Lee know’s gaze dropped to the candy, his cold expression shattering for a split second. He moved with a terrifying slowness, his large, scarred hand reaching down to take the small gift. His fingers brushed the three year old girl, and for the first time, he looked up at Y/N. His eyes weren't cold anymore—they were burning with a dark, sudden obsession. He didn't just see a neighbor; he saw something he wanted to keep, something he wanted to cage and protect from the world. He unwrapped the lollipop with a slow, deliberate motion, his gaze never leaving Y/N's face. "Your daughter has a big heart," he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that made Y/N’s knees weak. "It’s a dangerous thing to have in this building." The elevator chimed, but Lee know didn't move to let them out. He stepped closer, his heat radiating off him like a furnace, pinning Y/N against the back wall without even touching her. He leaned down, his lips inches from her ear, the scent of expensive tobacco and leather clouding her mind. "Who did that to your face, little bird?" he hissed, his voice laced with a possessive rage that made the air turn electric. Y/N couldn't speak, her throat tight with a mix of fear and a sudden, traitorous heat. Lee know reached out, his thumb tracing the edge of her bruise with a gentleness that was more frightening than his anger. "I’m going to find him," he promised, his thumb pressing firmly against her lip. "And I’m going to make sure he never breathes the same air as you again. From this moment on, you and the girl belong to me."He stepped back as the doors opened, his eyes dark and hungry, marking her as his property. He popped the red lollipop into his mouth, a flash of red against the dark stubble of his jaw, and watched them with the focus of a predator who had just found his forever prey. Y/N hurried out, pulling her three year old daughter with her, but she could feel his stare burning into her back, a permanent brand she knew she’d never be able to wash off Y/N froze, her fingers white-knuckled around her three-year old daughter’s hand. The sheer audacity of this man—this beautiful, terrifying ghost in a thousand-dollar suit—claiming her life based on a bruise and a piece of

 

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THis is my first time making a FF be honest about it
I tried my best please be honest about they may be more after this
and tell me need to be impressed
Lee know View attachment 163253
Y/NView attachment 163254
Her daughter View attachment 163257
WARNING
Little spicy
Part 1
SO there was a mother and she have a child she was a girl and her husband was in jail because he hit her and the mom Y/N and her daughter lived in an apartment and people don't really go up cause that's where the mafia goes and people are scared to go up there because of the mafia and into one day she haves to go up on the elevator because the one down wasn't working anymore so just haves to go up top of the elevator were the mafia goes and she went with her little daughter her daughter was a Three-year old girl then the mafia got in.The heavy steel doors of the "Mafia elevator" slid open with a soft, expensive hiss. Y/N's breath hitched as she pulled her daughter closer to her side. Standing there was a man who looked like he owned the shadows themselves—Lee know, the heir to the city’s most brutal family. He was tall, his silhouette sharp in a tailored suit that cost more than Y/N’s apartment, and his eyes were cold enough to freeze the blood in her veins. He stepped in, his presence instantly stealing all the oxygen from the small space. Y/N stared at the floor numbers, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was terrified he would notice the fading mark on her cheek from her husband—a mark of weakness in a world of predators. But then, she felt her daughter’s hand slip from hers. Her heart nearly stopped as she watched her Three-year-old walk right up to the towering man, her small sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. The little girl didn't see a monster; she just saw a man who looked sad. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled, bright red lollipop. With a shy smile, she held it out to him, her tiny hand looking microscopic against his dark suit. "For you," she whispered, her voice tiny but brave. "Mommy says sweets make the bad days go away."The silence in the elevator was suffocating. Y/N froze, her hand flying to her mouth, expecting him to snap or push the child away. Instead, Lee know’s gaze dropped to the candy, his cold expression shattering for a split second. He moved with a terrifying slowness, his large, scarred hand reaching down to take the small gift. His fingers brushed the three year old girl, and for the first time, he looked up at Y/N. His eyes weren't cold anymore—they were burning with a dark, sudden obsession. He didn't just see a neighbor; he saw something he wanted to keep, something he wanted to cage and protect from the world. He unwrapped the lollipop with a slow, deliberate motion, his gaze never leaving Y/N's face. "Your daughter has a big heart," he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that made Y/N’s knees weak. "It’s a dangerous thing to have in this building." The elevator chimed, but Lee know didn't move to let them out. He stepped closer, his heat radiating off him like a furnace, pinning Y/N against the back wall without even touching her. He leaned down, his lips inches from her ear, the scent of expensive tobacco and leather clouding her mind. "Who did that to your face, little bird?" he hissed, his voice laced with a possessive rage that made the air turn electric. Y/N couldn't speak, her throat tight with a mix of fear and a sudden, traitorous heat. Lee know reached out, his thumb tracing the edge of her bruise with a gentleness that was more frightening than his anger. "I’m going to find him," he promised, his thumb pressing firmly against her lip. "And I’m going to make sure he never breathes the same air as you again. From this moment on, you and the girl belong to me."He stepped back as the doors opened, his eyes dark and hungry, marking her as his property. He popped the red lollipop into his mouth, a flash of red against the dark stubble of his jaw, and watched them with the focus of a predator who had just found his forever prey. Y/N hurried out, pulling her three year old daughter with her, but she could feel his stare burning into her back, a permanent brand she knew she’d never be able to wash off Y/N froze, her fingers white-knuckled around her three-year old daughter’s hand. The sheer audacity of this man—this beautiful, terrifying ghost in a thousand-dollar suit—claiming her life based on a bruise and a piece of

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am going to upload part 2
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[AJiminGirl🎀]

THis is my first time making a FF be honest about it
I tried my best please be honest about they may be more after this
and tell me need to be impressed
Lee know View attachment 163253
Y/NView attachment 163254
Her daughter View attachment 163257
WARNING
Little spicy
Part 1
SO there was a mother and she have a child she was a girl and her husband was in jail because he hit her and the mom Y/N and her daughter lived in an apartment and people don't really go up cause that's where the mafia goes and people are scared to go up there because of the mafia and into one day she haves to go up on the elevator because the one down wasn't working anymore so just haves to go up top of the elevator were the mafia goes and she went with her little daughter her daughter was a Three-year old girl then the mafia got in.The heavy steel doors of the "Mafia elevator" slid open with a soft, expensive hiss. Y/N's breath hitched as she pulled her daughter closer to her side. Standing there was a man who looked like he owned the shadows themselves—Lee know, the heir to the city’s most brutal family. He was tall, his silhouette sharp in a tailored suit that cost more than Y/N’s apartment, and his eyes were cold enough to freeze the blood in her veins. He stepped in, his presence instantly stealing all the oxygen from the small space. Y/N stared at the floor numbers, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was terrified he would notice the fading mark on her cheek from her husband—a mark of weakness in a world of predators. But then, she felt her daughter’s hand slip from hers. Her heart nearly stopped as she watched her Three-year-old walk right up to the towering man, her small sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. The little girl didn't see a monster; she just saw a man who looked sad. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled, bright red lollipop. With a shy smile, she held it out to him, her tiny hand looking microscopic against his dark suit. "For you," she whispered, her voice tiny but brave. "Mommy says sweets make the bad days go away."The silence in the elevator was suffocating. Y/N froze, her hand flying to her mouth, expecting him to snap or push the child away. Instead, Lee know’s gaze dropped to the candy, his cold expression shattering for a split second. He moved with a terrifying slowness, his large, scarred hand reaching down to take the small gift. His fingers brushed the three year old girl, and for the first time, he looked up at Y/N. His eyes weren't cold anymore—they were burning with a dark, sudden obsession. He didn't just see a neighbor; he saw something he wanted to keep, something he wanted to cage and protect from the world. He unwrapped the lollipop with a slow, deliberate motion, his gaze never leaving Y/N's face. "Your daughter has a big heart," he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that made Y/N’s knees weak. "It’s a dangerous thing to have in this building." The elevator chimed, but Lee know didn't move to let them out. He stepped closer, his heat radiating off him like a furnace, pinning Y/N against the back wall without even touching her. He leaned down, his lips inches from her ear, the scent of expensive tobacco and leather clouding her mind. "Who did that to your face, little bird?" he hissed, his voice laced with a possessive rage that made the air turn electric. Y/N couldn't speak, her throat tight with a mix of fear and a sudden, traitorous heat. Lee know reached out, his thumb tracing the edge of her bruise with a gentleness that was more frightening than his anger. "I’m going to find him," he promised, his thumb pressing firmly against her lip. "And I’m going to make sure he never breathes the same air as you again. From this moment on, you and the girl belong to me."He stepped back as the doors opened, his eyes dark and hungry, marking her as his property. He popped the red lollipop into his mouth, a flash of red against the dark stubble of his jaw, and watched them with the focus of a predator who had just found his forever prey. Y/N hurried out, pulling her three year old daughter with her, but she could feel his stare burning into her back, a permanent brand she knew she’d never be able to wash off Y/N froze, her fingers white-knuckled around her three-year old daughter’s hand. The sheer audacity of this man—this beautiful, terrifying ghost in a thousand-dollar suit—claiming her life based on a bruise and a piece of

Part 2
candy was too much. She found a spark of defiance buried under her fear and turned back, her chin trembling but held high.
"Do you even know me?" she whispered, her voice cracking but sharp. "You don't know my name, you don't know my life, and you certainly don't own me just because you’re the biggest monster in this building."Lee know didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. He slowly took the lollipop out of his mouth, the bright red sugar staining his lips like fresh blood. He stepped out of the elevator, his boots heavy and deliberate on the carpeted floor, closing the distance until Y/N was forced back against her own apartment door. He leaned down, his shadow swallowing her and her daughter both, his scent of expensive sandalwood and cold rain filling her lungs. "I know you’re Y/N," he rasped, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. "I know you work two jobs to keep this roof over your head. I know your bastard husband is sitting in a cell in Block C, and I know exactly how many times he raised his hand to you before I had him moved to solitary this morning."Y/N’s breath left her in a sudden, sharp gasp. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. He hadn't just watched her; he had dissected her life. He reached out, his large, scarred hand flat against the door next to her head, pinning her in place with nothing but his presence. His eyes were dark, swirling with an obsessive heat that made her skin flush."I don't need to know your favorite color to know you're mine, little bird," he murmured, his thumb catching a stray tear on her cheek and brushing it away with a terrifyingly soft touch. "In this city, knowledge is power, and I have all of it. You’ve been under my protection since the moment you stepped into my elevator. The only question is how long it’ll take for you to realize there’s no escaping me."He glanced down at Y/N daughter, his expression softening for a fraction of a second before hardening again as he looked back at Y/N. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy, gold-plated key, pressing it into Y/N’s palm. His fingers lingered there, his skin searingly hot against hers. "This is for the penthouse," he commanded. "Because tomorrow, this floor won't be safe enough for what belongs to me then Y/N daughter didn’t shrink away from the darkness radiating off him. Instead, she tilted her head back, her neck craning to see the top of the mountain that Lee know. While Y/N was trembling under his heavy, possessive stare,Y/N daughter reached out and tugged on the hem of his charcoal-grey suit jacket with a fearless, sticky hand."Are you a giant?" she asked, her voice echoing in the marble hallway. She wasn't looking at his scars or the cold iron of the gun peeking from his holster; she was looking at the way his eyes never left her mother. "Mommy says giants are supposed to guard the castle. Are you guarding our apartment now?" Lee know froze. The man who had ordered hits over breakfast and broken bones without blinking looked down at the Three-year-old as if she were a puzzle he couldn’t solve. He slowly knelt, his expensive slacks tightening over his thighs, until he was eye-level with her. The predatory edge in his gaze softened into something even more dangerous: a fierce, protective obsession. I’m much worse than a giant, little one," he rasped, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper that made Y/N's heart lurch. He reached out, his large, calloused hand hovering near Y/N daughter’s hair before he gently tucked a stray curl behind her ear. It was a gesture of such unexpected tenderness that it felt more threatening than a weapon. "But you’re right about one thing. I’m guarding this castle now. And anyone who tries to come inside without my permission... they won’t like what happens next."
He looked up at Y/n then, his eyes darkening as they swept over her defensive posture. He stood back up, his shadow stretching over them both like a shroud. "She has your eyes, Y/N," he murmured, his thumb brushing the gold key he’d pressed into her palm. "But she has a bravado you haven't learned yet. Don't worry. By the time I’m done, you’ll feel just as safe in my shadow as she does."

 

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Part 3
For a split second, the cold, lethal mask Lee know wore for the world cracked. He didn't just kneel; he sat back on his heels, oblivious to how his five-thousand-dollar suit bunched against the dusty hallway floor. There was something about the way Y/N daughter looked at him—without the fear he was addicted to—that made a strange, forgotten warmth bloom in his chest. It felt cozy, a domestic softness that had no business being in a mafia lieutenant’s heart.
"A giant, huh?" Lee know murmured, a ghost of a real smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reached out and tapped the silver lion-head pin on his lapel. "If I'm the giant, then this is my crest. It means I don't let anything hurt what's mine." He looked at Y/N daughter, then slanted a heavy, smoldering gaze up at Y/N that made her breath hitch. "And you and your mommy? You’re definitely mine now."
Y/N watched them, her heart doing a frantic dance of terror and a new, confusing heat. Seeing this butcher of a man speak so gently to her daughter was disarming. It was a trap, she knew it, but as he reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a small, gold-wrapped chocolate he’d likely intended for a business meeting, she saw the obsession take a new, permanent shape. He wasn't just claiming her body; he was weaving himself into their lives.
"Eat your chocolate, piccolo," Lee know rasped, his voice dropping into a protective, gravelly register as he stood back up. The "cozy" moment vanished, replaced instantly by that sharp, predatory edge as he stepped toward Lee Know. He crowded her against the doorframe, his hand coming up to rest just above her head, pinning her with his sheer mass. "She likes me, Y/N. Children have instincts. Maybe you should start trusting hers."
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his scent of expensive tobacco and rain-washed cedar drowning out the smell of the old apartment hallway. "I’ll be back at eight," he promised, a dark command disguised as an invitation. "Have your bags packed. I don't like repeating myself, and I certainly don't like my property sleeping in a place where the locks are this easy to break and
The air in the hallway didn’t just turn cold; it turned lethal. The "cozy" warmth that had softened Lee Know’s face vanished, replaced by a jagged, terrifying stillness. He didn't move, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees as he looked into Y/N daughter's innocent, searching eyes. Behind him, Y/N felt the blood drain from her face, her hand flying to her chest as if she could physically hold her heart inside.
Lee know’s large, scarred hand, which had been gently tucking a curl behind Y/N daughter’s ear, went rigid. Slowly, he looked up at Y/N, his dark eyes tracing the faint, fading yellow of the bruise on her jaw with a new, obsessive fury. The realization that someone had laid a hand on what he had already claimed as his own sent a ripple of dark energy through his massive frame. He didn't just want to protect them anymore; he wanted to erase the man who had caused that shadow in their eyes.
"No, piccolo," Y/N rasped, his voice dropping to a low, guttural vibration that sounded like a promise made in blood. He reached out and cupped Y/N daughter's face with a tenderness that was almost painful to watch, his thumb stroking her cheek. "I will never hurt her. In my world, we don't break the things we love. We destroy anyone who tries to touch them."
He stood up then, his height towering over them like a dark monument, his shadow swallowing the cramped hallway. He turned his focus to Y/N, his gaze burning with a possessive heat that made her knees go weak. He stepped into her personal space, his chest nearly brushing hers, pinning her against the door with the sheer weight of his presence. "He’s never coming back, Y/N," he said, his breath hot against her forehead. "I don't care if there's a cage or a mountain between us. He is a dead man walking the moment he even thinks your name."
Y/N trembled, her breath hitching as she looked up into the eyes of a man who was a different kind of monster—one who offered a sanctuary built of thorns and iron. She saw the raw, unhinged devotion in his stare, a promise that he would be her shield, her king, and her jailer all at once. "You don't even know his name," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread.
Lee know leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck, his scent of expensive leather and cold rain drowning out her fear. "I know enough," he growled against her skin, his hand sliding to the small of her back to pull her flush against the hard planes of his body. "I know he took something from you that I’m going to spend the rest of my life giving back. Now, take the girl inside. My men are already waiting at the gates of that prison Then Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart doing a slow, heavy roll in her chest as she watched the most feared man in the city soften for her child. It was a sight that didn't make sense—the scarred, lethal hands that surely held a grip on the city’s throat were now folded carefully, as if Y/N daughter were made of the finest glass.
She looked at Leew know, really looked at him, and for a second, the "Mafia" label faded. She saw the sharp, aristocratic line of his jaw and the way his dark hair fell over a forehead that usually wore a permanent scowl. But it was his eyes that trapped her. They weren't just cold anymore; they were molten, reflecting a hunger that was terrifyingly focused on the two of them.
"You're scaring her, Lee know," Y/N whispered, though she knew it was a lie. Y/N daughter wasn't scared; she was fascinated. It was Y/N who was terrified—terrified of how much she wanted to believe his dark promises. Lee know stood up with a slow, predatory grace, his shadow stretching over the cramped hallway like a shroud of protection. He stepped into Y/N's space, the scent of expensive tobacco and rain-slicked cedar drowning out the smell of the old building. He didn't touch her, but the air between them thickened, turning heavy and electric.
"I'm not the one she should be scared of," he rasped, his voice dropping into a register so low it made the floorboards vibrate. He leaned in until his lips were inches from hers, his gaze dropping to her mouth with an obsessive intensity. "I am the wall between her and the things that go bump in the night. And I am the man who is going to make sure you never have to look over your shoulder again. Y/N daughter said "are y'all going to kiss with a smiley face"
the heavy, dangerous tension in the hallway snapped like a literal thread at the sound of Y/N’s innocent, giggling voice. Y/N felt the heat rush to her cheeks, a fierce crimson stain that made the fading bruise on her jaw nearly vanish. She tried to pull back, to put some professional, safe distance between her and the man who currently owned the air she breathed, but Enzo didn't budge.
Lee know’s dark, predatory gaze didn't leave Y/N’s face, but a slow, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—the first real sign of amusement she’d seen from the stone-cold Don. He didn't look away from Y/N’s wide, startled eyes as he answered the little girl, his voice dropping into a gravelly, intimate rasp that made Y/N’s knees turn to water.
"Not yet, piccolo," he murmured, his thumb finally reaching out to graze the very edge of Y/N’s lower lip. The touch was electric, a searing brand of possession that made Y/N's breath hitch in a jagged sob of desire and fear. "Your mommy is still deciding if she wants to let a monster like me into her castle. But I’m a very patient man when I find something I want to keep."
He leaned in just a fraction of an inch closer, his scent of expensive bourbon and cold rain drowning out everything else. He was so close she could feel the steady, powerful thrum of his heart against her own chest. "Aren't I, Y/N?" he whispered, his eyes darkening into voids of pure, unadulterated obsession. He wasn't just asking a question; he was making a claim that the entire building could feel.
Y/N daughter clapped her small hands together, her "cozy" smile widening as she looked from the giant man to her blushing mother. "I think you should," she chirped, oblivious to the lethal, spicy energy crackling between the two adults. "You look like a prince. A dark one, like in my books."
Lee know let out a low, guttural chuckle that sounded like grinding stones. He stepped back just enough to let Y/N breathe, but his gaze remained a physical weight on her skin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black cell phone, sliding it into Y/N’s trembling hand. "There’s only one number in there," he commanded, his voice returning to that sharp, mafia authority. "Call it if you need anything before morning. Anything at all. I’m always watching, little bird."
Then Y/N final could breathe
Y/N let out a long, shuddering exhale as the heavy elevator doors finally hissed shut, cutting off the suffocating pull of Lee know’s gaze. The silence that followed was heavy, still ringing with the dark vibrations of his voice. For the first time in what felt like hours, the oxygen in the hallway didn't feel like it was owned by a billionaire monster. Her lungs burned as she pulled in the stale, familiar air of the apartment building, her heart slowly decompressing from the sheer weight of his obsession.
She leaned her back against the cool wood of her door, the gold key he’d given her biting into her palm like a sharp reminder of the deal she hadn’t even signed yet.

 

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