The Mafia King's Rebel
God, the amount of pain it took to be where we are right now is unbearable.
We've known each other since we were sixteen, when I moved to the West mansion, Nico's mother was the family chef.
“You called for me?” Nico enters the dining room, wearing a lazy expression. He lives next door, so he feels like he can come and go as he pleases. “What's going on?” He asks, taking a seat. “Are any organizations looking for a fight?”
“It's neither of that.” I tell him, and he looks even more focused than usual. Nico and I mainly talk about work, so he must be startled to see that I have summoned him for something other than that. “I got myself a girlfriend.”