THE MAFIA'S PRISONER
I raised an eyebrow, teasing him.
"Because I was so ashamed of myself. For protecting the wrong woman, and just for being an asshole. I'm sorry," he said, his voice almost too quiet.
I stared at him, taking a deep breath. The weight of his words felt heavier than anything he had ever said before.
"Well, I read the letter," I began, shifting my gaze. "What does aishiteru mean?"
He froze for a moment, his eyes wide. "N-nothing. Just a Japanese phrase."
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