Falling For The Mafia Boss
I said, flicking ash into the tray, “we’re not ghosts. Not anymore. We can’t keep living like this. We either build something real, or someone else will come knocking. And when they do, we won’t be ready.”
That got him. His jaw tightened, the line of his shoulders stiffening like a coiled spring. He hated that I was right.
Two days later, the plan started not spoken, not agreed on, but something that grew between us in the cracks of silence.
Casinos.
It wasn’t the most noble path. But noble had never been on the table. Gambling was cleaner than killing, but it still had its claws. Money moved fast in those places cash under tables, debts written in blood, fortunes made and ruined in the same
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