To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
“Of course. Go on then. Have a good day.”
He opened the car door for me, his hand lingering on the frame for a moment, a gesture that spoke volumes about his unspoken feelings. I stepped out, my heart pounding, my mind racing. The guilt hit me, a constant reminder of my deception. I was using him, manipulating him, exploiting his feelings. But I justified it as a necessary evil, a strategic maneuver in a larger game. It was a means to an end, a path to justice, a road to revenge. And in the end, the satisfaction of seeing Niccolo brought down would outweigh the guilt, the remorse, the pain.
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