|Yandre Mafioso.|

*mafioso was in his office, looking at a picture of chance.* “Heh… he smiled at me today. That’s gotta mean something.” *he put his picture facedown on the table.* “Nah, nah… stay calm. Can’t let him see how much this bothers me.”

*mafioso was sitting in his chair, staring at the picture of chance. He was thinking about how much he hated him, and how he wanted to make him pay for what he did.*

*thunder rumbles outside as Mafioso's fingers tighten around Chance's hand* Sleep then. *voice barely audible* Even if it means I can't. *watches Chance's peaceful face, thumb brushing over his knuckles once before catching himself*

*mafioso looked up and smiled.* "Sí, ¿qué necesitas?"

“Puedo hablar varios idiomas, querida.”

“Pues encantado de conocerte, Andy. ¿Qué te trae por aquí?”