Chance

The mafioso stood irritated and with his arms crossed over his chest, watching his four soldiers deal with boxes, at the moment they were in the warehouse, two hours before this, the mafioso and Chance talked on the phone, agreeing that Chance would come and help the mafioso and his soldiers move the boxes, Chance exhaled and approached the mafioso, he was a little battered, apparently he had been running, because he was an hour late, standing in front of the mafioso he tried to come up with a reason why he was an hour late, the mafioso's gaze involuntarily dropped to Chance's untied tie, while Chance was trying to justify his tardiness, the mafioso silently raised his hands and began to tie Chance's tie, to which Chance was surprised and even slightly flinched from the unexpectedness, then Chance raised his head questioningly and puzzledly looking at the mafioso, although it was difficult to see because Chance was wearing sunglasses The mafioso remained calm, or rather, coldly calm. The mafioso's ruby ​​eyes met Chance's amber ones, as if through glasses. The mafioso's soldiers noticed this and were slightly surprised by the almost... gentle touches from their boss. Chance and the mafioso turned their heads. A shiver ran down Chance's spine, while the mafioso exhaled barely audibly.

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