The Mafia King is mine

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single word. Whether he was on the phone, scrolling through his device, or typing with intensity, his demeanor hinted at a simmering anger. I couldn't help but wond

ht not appreciate unnecessary talk. I clenched my teeth, silencing myself, though it proved to be a challenging fe

ence could drive any sane person mad, these men seemed unfazed. I could wager my life that they cou

good to embrace the silence and just reflect. No, I would rather reflect while lis

ed from getting out of the car; the alternative would have been to jump out immediately the car came t

s him. And then I saw it, the house. It took my breath away; it was beautiful, it looked like those houses in home maga

id that thou

d it, and it was so big for one person. T

istled; at least I heard his voice even if it was

iful house I have ever seen, and I

live with his family. Dante's weird part implied they lived together, how can they live toge

amily, I wanted to ask, but I did not; it wasn't my bus

rooms, I walked faster; I was so exc

you're running?"

ealized I was a few s

unning; I'm just

walk faster because you don't h

, he he

idn't say that

ing me a liar

, I'm just eager

ling me a liar; I have be

?" Dant

rude to listen to other people'

t us to hear whatever you're saying,

eyes looked dangerous, but Dante didn't seem like he was afraid; he continued to smirk. I

or. Wow, I thought, this is the biggest living room I had ever seen. my house ca

is world; I opened the shelves and wished I could cook something, anything, just so I can

irection I thought had the bedroom, but I didn't see it, so I changed and walked the opposite side. You

e bed was so huge I couldn't guess the size, the beddings were white-my favorite. The room was decorated in red, which I would redo if it was mine, the windows were s

d my shoes and did just that 'wow' if my bed felt like this, I would call in sick every Monday

e yourself comfortable in

and just stared at h

e whispered; he gazes at me, I felt my face heating u

looking away from my face. He was standing at t

lready in bed, Picchetto?" Dante asked me. I could see Elton react to the name, I

" I defended myself. "Have you guys finished checking it o

t, and my eyes focused on him. He speaks, I thoug

ed myself out of bed, slipped in my

on the phone. "No, don't kill the bastard yet torture hi

mean, torture is a word I have only heard on TV, or what I hear the

ouldn't I do something? But what? Should I ask him what he meant? No, no, that wouldn't be a good i

ing?" I heard

in silence again, but this time I di