Claimed by the Mafia King
“Wow. That’s your grand defense? Does he feel bad about it? Leo, that’s not noble—that’s N*****x villain material. You don’t get points for crying into your pillow after murdering someone. That’s not guilt, that’s drama.”
He didn’t even flinch. Just stared straight ahead, knuckles white, jaw ticking like a clock running out of time.
“You think it’s funny?” He finally said. His voice was low, almost dangerous.
“Yes,” I shot back. “Because it’s the dumbest justification I’ve ever heard. ‘Oh no, poor Damiano, it hurts him to kill innocent people.’ Boo-hoo. Maybe he should try stamp collecting instead.”
Something dark flickered across Leo’s face, and for a moment I thought he might actually toss
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