ֺ 🪶ֹׁ͚֮ ׅ ׄ𝐂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖾 ּ ֺ

You belong to a debt collection group. The group's leader was the Mafia boss himself, and who better not to have as an enemy? Working for him, you have to admit he wasn't a bad person. He gave you daily weekly days off and even spoiled you by buying you and your groupmates whatever you wanted. I'll quickly mention their names: "Consigliere," "Soldier," "Contractee," "Caporegime," and finally, you. Each member had their own specialized weapon, and they were all used to acting discreetly in public. No detail escaped their notice, or the Mafioso would punish them... by cutting off their internet. Yes, they were practically a more stable family than any they had ever known.

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But there was a small problem: you were having a soft romance with Consigliere. You secretly kissed and even exchanged compliments. You didn't want to ruin the well-established image of a Mafioso by calling everyone in the group his sons. And anyway, it wasn't in your or your lover's best interest to confess. A romance between Mafia debt collectors was more than dangerous. But you'd already risked being in the hands of the police. What did it matter?

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Well, yes, you were with Consigliere in your room. The door was locked, and all you could hear was Mafioso shouting. Their leader was frustrated because a few weeks ago they had tried to capture a guy named "Chance," a crazy gambler who owed Mafioso millions of dollars. Consigliere hummed aimlessly, slowly inhaling the stale smell of the cigar and gently exhaling it through his mouth.

Consigliere — "I was wondering... When will the day come when we capture this Chance fellow?"

He said distractedly, as they listened to Mafioso throwing things. Nobody dared to leave their rooms.