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[a-libra-writes]

здравствуйте, если не возражаете, то можно ридер кто дочь довольно влиятельного босса мафии, но из-за того, что отец скрытен и мало кто знает о том, кто его любимая дочь, многие стараются подобраться поближе к нему через свою читательницу дочь и поэтому отец нанял телохранителей для любимой дочери, но несмотря на это читательница не избалованная, а добрая душа (Lackadaisy ) ( Wes Clyde x reader )

(I had to google translate this asdkflslsj) Hello, if you don’t mind, then you can read who is the daughter of a rather influential mafia boss, but due to the fact that the father is secretive and few people know who his beloved daughter is, many try to get closer to him through their reader daughter and therefore the father hired bodyguards for his beloved daughter, but despite this, the reader is not spoiled, but a kind soul

Enjoy~ ofc, reader is femme in this.

Most of the Marigold gang knew who you were, though not by name. You were the girl who came into the Marigold Room to have a few drinks and listen to the musicians. Well dressed, well spoken ... and flanked by at least two bodyguards. That was the unusual part. They figured you were the daughter of a politican, maybe a rail baron ... surely, no one involved with crime. You just didn't "act" that way.

You and Wes met during one of these evenings. Maybe it was the drink that gave him courage to approach you. The guards weren't directly beside you, but he knew sometimes they'd hide around. It was strange, and made his hairs stand up, but you were clearly happy to be spoken to. Your ears twitched, your eyes lit up, and a sympathy grew in him. He figured people must not bother much.

There were short visits in the Marigold Room that later, somehow, ended up being visits outside the hotel, during the daytime. Small things, like a cafe or a walk around the park. Wes always clocked the guards when they tried to "disguise" themselves and hide. He quickly figures there's four that rotate shifts, and which ones he could probably take on if he needed to ...

... Not that he thinks you'll call them, but if they've got orders to keep certain no-good gangsters away from their charge ...

So he's on better behavior with this gal, at least, until he whispers if you wants to give the blockheads the slip. And you actually agree.

Wes figures out pretty quick you aren't a regular uptown girl, bodyguards aside. You don't seem bothered by drunken brawls that broke out, you didn't blink when he moved his gun to a different pocket, you said nothing about a bullet hole in the car. And I mean, he's not the most upstanding looking guy, and you were still carrying on with him.

(What Wes doesn't know is your father finds out immediately, and only tolerates it because you'll surely get bored or disappointed. He's always warned you away from men like this.)

Still, he keeps his business separate from his budding relationship with you. Best behavior and all that, for the most part. The previous romantic HC's I mentioned apply, though because you're obviously from money, Wes might feel some insecurity about impressing you. Or perhaps you don't take this relationship too seriously, because obviously you'll marry some fancy well-to-do moneybags cat. But wait, didn't he not want a serious commitment anyway ...? Poor guy gets a lot of conflicting thoughts.

Also, you really aren't his usual type of girl. You're quite sweet and almost not aware of your money. Sometimes you have trouble speaking up and he has to tell someone off for you. You mention how difficult it is to find real friends - the unspoken words being "let alone a relationship", which makes him feel funny. You're so interested in normal things like a duck pond or cotton candy at a fair or simple shops in the city that he wonders about your upbringing. Should you be hanging around a guy like him?

Sometimes, he gets a bad, nervous feeling. Maybe he's in too deep. He's tried asking his contacts, even his boss, what's up with your family. There's rumors, talk of "big time" gun running and smuggling. Serious operations, going all up and down the coast, not just in one city. A voice in his head is telling him to cut ties while he can. I know better than this. I know how the game plays.

But anytime he tells himself today is the today, he'll end it ... as soon as you two meet up and you take his arm and lean on him, excuses come up.