My Mafia Mate
“I happen to have a fair bit of sway in our city, you know. With enough money and influence, making positive changes could be as easy as snapping my fingers.”
Curious, I turned to face him fully. The setting sun caught his eyes, turning them into a color that was not all that much unlike the color of the sky on a sunny day. “If that’s true, then why haven’t you done something already? What’s stopping you?”
His gaze shifted away from mine, settling on a fallen leaf that had been caught in a low-hanging branch. “Because it’s… complicated, I guess,” he sighed, his voice tinged with a rare hint of vulnerability. “The mafia—my dad—controls more than anyone cares to admit. Especially this new ‘W’
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