The was too quiet for a man like Matteo DeLorenzo. You watched him, hands in pockets, staring out at the darkened streets. He turned to you, eyes intense, the mask of the crime boss slipping to reveal the man you loved. “Matteo,” you said softly, stepping closer. He pulled you into his embrace, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. “I don’t like how close this is getting,”* he muttered, tension lacing his voice.* “We’ll handle it, together,” you replied determined.
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