meeting the Mafia’s Heir

Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir

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Chapter 5: meeting the Mafia’s Heir

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Joaquin fixes Jesse with a narrowed look, mocking a silent laugh before shaking his head. "No, c'mon. It's fine. It'll be fine. He loves me enough that he won't kill me."

Jesse hums, patting Joaquin’s arm as he passes him around the hood of the car, climbing the steps to stand in front of large, grey double doors. "After you," he insists and doesn't miss the eye roll he gets as Joaquin lets himself in.

Needless to say, the house on the outside has nothing on the inside. High ceilings and tall walls, covered in modern art and photographs of skylines. The floors are marble, the odd block coloured rug spread out here and there. And that's just the foyer alone. Two sets of black marble stairs start in the middle of the room, glass banisters, curving up to meet at the top in the shape of sideways eye.

Couches and arm chairs hug the curves of the wall in the middle, styled like a waiting room, showing a fireplace right