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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-04-23 01:46:30

The weeks at Frank Wright’s firm settled into a rhythm—one that was relentless, fast-paced, and often emotionally draining. Maxine often felt like she was on a treadmill she couldn’t step off, constantly balancing motherhood, her internship, and her studies, all while trying not to lose herself in the process.

But amid the chaos, Peter became a steady presence.

He was the first person she saw each morning when she walked through the tall glass doors of the firm. Always with a smirk, always with a sarcastic comment about Frank’s mood for the day.

“Brace yourself,” he’d whisper conspiratorially one morning. “Frank’s in a ‘burn everything’ kind of mood.”

Maxine had chuckled despite herself. Peter was like that—irreverent, charming in a chaotic kind of way, and always seemingly at ease even in the most stressful situations. She liked that about him. He had this energy that cut through tension and made people feel less alone.

Over time, the banter between them grew. They worked closely on
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  • Onenight with the Mafia   50

    The amusement park buzzed with laughter, music, and the smell of popcorn drifting through the cool evening air. Maxine stood near the entrance, holding Noah’s small hand, scanning the crowd for Thomas. She hadn’t seen him since their last meeting, and though she told herself she was here only for Noah, her heart thudded faster than she wanted to admit. When she finally spotted him walking toward them, she almost didn’t recognize him.Thomas wore a pair of black slacks and a maroon sweater, his hood drawn up to shade half of his face. Despite the casual clothes, there was no mistaking the quiet authority in his stride. His tall frame — six foot three, easily — stood out in the crowd of families and children. He looked slightly out of place among the flashing lights and laughter, yet somehow, the shadows seemed to belong to him.Noah squealed, breaking into a run. “Uncle Thomas!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the noise.Thomas bent slightly, catching him in one arm as Noah hugge

  • Onenight with the Mafia   49

    Noah had always been a chatterbox, but lately, his words carried more weight than Maxine could handle. Over dinner one evening, he began animatedly telling her parents about his visits to Thomas’s place — the large penthouse with a view of the skyline, the mountain of toys stacked in one corner of the living room, and how “Uncle Thomas” made the best orange juice. Maxine froze mid-bite, her fork hovering in the air as her parents exchanged delighted glances.“Oh, so he’s got a nice place then?” her father asked with genuine curiosity, clearly trying to picture this man who had suddenly stepped back into their daughter’s and grandson’s lives. Her mother smiled warmly, “At least he’s doing something for Noah. It’s good that he wants to be part of his life now.”Maxine forced a smile, her insides churning. “Yes… maybe,” she murmured, pushing her plate away. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Noah to have a father figure — it was the thought of Thomas, of his dangerous connections and shadowe

  • Onenight with the Mafia   48

    Maxine sat hunched over her desk in the university library, the dim light pooling over her scattered sketches and notes. Her earphones were plugged in, Tim Buckley’s “Borderline” drifting through the speakers, filling the silence around her. The haunting melody usually helped her focus, grounding her as she worked on her thesis — her final year project that had consumed her days and nights for weeks.Her pencil moved in steady lines across the page, tracing the gentle curve of a shoulder, the soft outline of a face. But tonight, no matter how much she tried to concentrate, something felt off. Her strokes lacked the fluidity they usually had, the precision that defined her style. There was a subtle tension in her hand, like her mind was elsewhere.And then, without warning, his face flashed before her eyes.Thomas.The memory was so vivid that she almost dropped her pencil. His expression — calm yet unreadable, those piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through her — appeared i

  • Onenight with the Mafia   47

    The rest of the evening, Maxine thought it best to keep her mouth shut and avoid asking Thomas about his life. Every question she wanted to ask died on her lips before it could find a voice. There were too many things she didn’t know about him—too many shadows surrounding his existence—and she had learned long ago that curiosity could sometimes be dangerous. Especially when it came to Thomas.Instead, she busied herself with small, meaningless observations. The sound of rain tapping gently against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The distant hum of the city beneath the penthouse. The faint ticking of a wall clock that seemed to count every passing second of the uneasy peace between them.Thomas was sitting on the floor beside Noah, showing him the new toys he had bought—cars, action figures, and a wooden puzzle that looked far too expensive for a child his age. Noah’s eyes gleamed with pure excitement, his little hands darting from one toy to another as he giggled with delight.“Uncle, l

  • Onenight with the Mafia   46

    Maxine took a deep breath as she tightened her grip on Noah’s small hand. The moment felt strangely heavier than she had expected. It had been nearly a month since she last saw Thomas—or rather, since she last saw Damien, as she sometimes caught herself thinking of him. She had tried not to. Tried not to recall the way he used to watch her in silence, or how the air seemed to shift whenever he was near. After that first shocking encounter at the construction site, she had promised herself not to go down that path again. No calls, no messages, no unexpected visits. She told herself he would disappear, like he always did. Like a passing storm.But two days ago, he called.His voice was low and calm, yet beneath it she could sense something almost fragile, a trace of hesitation she had never heard before. He asked if he could see Noah. The question had caught her off guard. For a few seconds, she had no words. When she finally agreed, it was more out of instinct than logic. They decided

  • Onenight with the Mafia   45

    Maxine knew she couldn’t keep it from her parents any longer. The guilt had been gnawing at her for days, sitting like a heavy stone in her chest every time her mother asked about Noah’s school or his new routine. She was tired of lying by omission, tired of holding back the truth that had been burning in her throat since the day she decided to let Thomas see their son. That evening, after dinner, she gathered the courage she had been trying to summon all week and finally told them.Her mother looked surprised at first, her fork pausing midair as Maxine’s words sank in. Her father, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable, his eyes steady on hers.“So you’ve finally decided,” he said after a long moment, his tone neither approving nor angry—just calm, as though he had seen this coming all along.Her mother was the first to speak again, her tone softer. “It’s good that you’ve made up your mind, sweetheart. It’s better this way than keeping him away from hi

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