𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 ◇ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃

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Armando leaned back in his chair, a wry smile playing on his lips. "You must be used to getting what you want," he remarked, his tone light and teasing.

Njeri laughed softly, nodding. "Yes, I'm spoiled. People have been telling me that since I was younger," she admitted with a playful shrug.

Armando's smile softened, a hint of wistfulness in his eyes. "Different story for me," he replied quietly.

Njeri's curiosity was piqued. "I want to know that story. I can tell in your eyes you've seen some things," she said gently, her gaze searching his.

Armando hesitated, his expression conflicted. "Ask Rafe," he suggested, deflecting slightly. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind telling you about my father."

Njeri raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Ah, so your dad's well known," she surmised.

Armando nodded. "Yeah, and so is my mom," he added, his tone carrying a weight of unspoken memories.

"Were they together?" Njeri asked, leaning forward slightly.

Armando sighed, his gaze distant. "Well, that's hard to explain," he began, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and bitterness.

Njeri's expression softened, her empathy evident. "Is she still around?" she inquired gently.

Armando shook his head, a bitter smile on his lips. "No. However, I... just wonder how she lied to my face," he admitted, his voice cracking slightly.

Njeri reached out, placing a comforting hand on his. "Trust me, I understand. My dad was one hell of a long story," she said quietly, her own voice filled with pain and understanding.

Armando looked up, meeting Njeri's gaze. "It's strange, isn't it? How the people who are supposed to protect us can sometimes be the ones who hurt us the most," he mused.

Njeri nodded, her eyes reflecting his sentiment. "Yeah, it is," she agreed softly.