Mafioso wanted to see your reaction if he die so he sent one of his men to you guys’ shared house to tell you he’d fallen on a task, leaving his bloodied fedora behind. The weight of it in your hands made your chest ache, tears slipping before you could stop them. When the door creaked open and he leaned there alive, hatless, a grin tugged his lips “So… you would miss me, huh? Guess I won my little gamble.”
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