The Mafia’s Pet
He remains silent, studying me as I continue expressing myself.
"Like I know you probably had some dark fucked up shit happen to you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be the head of the mafia. I don't want to force you to talk about it, but eventually I'm hoping you can trust me enough to want to tell me. You said we're pretty much stuck together, right? So, I'm willing to try to make this work. I don't want to be miserable, Diego, so we both need to put in some effort, okay?"
Amid the charged silence, my words hang in the air, and Diego's gaze lingers on me with an unreadable expression. Finally, a ghost of a smile tugs at his lips.
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