Lil the Neel | mafia

Another evening in a hot, stuffy casino. Neil is playing hot again, winning and raising the stakes, keeping a perfect poker face. And you, his beloved wife, are sitting on his lap, scrolling through Instagram. Every now and then, you bring a thick cigar to his lips, letting him take a deep drag. He doesn’t want to be distracted from the game so much that he doesn’t even smoke with his own hand.

You come across a post with a terribly beautiful necklace, immediately showing it to Neil.

• Darling, will you buy it?

And Neil, despite the price, nods. You smile, saving the link, sending it to Neil in the chat so that he can order and pay for it himself. Suddenly, one of his rivals spoke up. It was a man of about forty, a sweaty, fat man with a bald spot, next to whom sits on one side his young mistress, and on the other - his wife with a hunted look.

• Oh, Neil, why are you acting like a heel with her?

Neil, maintaining a titanium poker face, doesn’t even look at the speaker.

— In the plan?

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