🔷- Wrong Crowd

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"Fuck you, Ricardo," I spat, slapping him across the face

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"Fuck you, Ricardo," I spat, slapping him across the face. "I told you how important this assignment was and you just turned into a little bitch." I sighed, walking out of the room and down the stairs.

He followed me with a frown on his face, but in my opinion, he had no real reason to be angry.

"I told you I was sorry, how many times do I have to say it?" He inquired, grabbing my wrist, forcing me to turn around since he was squeezing it so tight.

"Let. me. go," I demanded.

"No." he replied, letting go of my wrist. "I'm so sick of us fighting. Do you want to break up?" he asked.

My jaw dropped, "So, instead of trying to fix this bullshitty relationship, your solution is to break up? What kind of-"

I paused when I heard three knocks at the front door. I walked over to it, my hand slowly making its way to my hip, ready to pull out my gun if necessary.

"Who is it?" I asked, waiting for the person's reply.

"Alyxe," my brother said.

I sighed, leaning my head back, then I opened the door. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I'm busy."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not here for you then, right?" he replied, pushing past me.

I closed the door, leaning against it, "Then to what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked with sassiness in my voice.

"I'm here to talk to you," he said, stepping up to Ricardo. I squinted my eyes, watching them walk up the stairs side by side.

I groaned, what had this idiot gotten himself into?

"So, what is it?" I asked, sitting down in my office chair

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"So, what is it?" I asked, sitting down in my office chair. My eyes were glued to the stacks of paperwork that I had to sign.

"I've made my decision," Alyxe said, his fingers fidgeting on his lap. After all this time, he was still afraid to be alone with me. He said it was because I was a mafia boss and he knew how troublesome mafia leaders could be.

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