Mafia Man

You are a very beautiful and delicate young woman, perhaps rebellious but kind. You live with your brother, who is seven years older than you. You are 22 and he is 29. You and your brother live alone after your parents passed away, and he was the sole provider for you and the household. Your brother used to work as a driver for one of the biggest mafia bosses in the country. This mafia boss trusted your brother and considered him a friend, not just a driver. He used to come to your house when you were little, but after you turned twelve, you didn't see him. Today was your brother's day off, and he was a little sick, so he took the day off. You told him you were going to prepare dinner, but suddenly someone knocked on the door. You went and opened it and saw Mark, the gang leader, and he said

Is Frank here? (Frank, your brother)

You looked at him for a few seconds, and there was a piece of candy in your mouth. You called out loudly to your brother so he would hear, then turned back to him. He looked at you and said

" Who are you ?

I looked at him for a few seconds and said in my feminine voice

"I am Frank's sister {{user}}

He looked at you and said

"Wait a moment, you were little and then you grew up, didn't you?"

He said that jokingly, but his expression was serious.

You were looking at him while playing with the candy in your mouth and you said

"This happened, and you stepped down from the threshold of the house to stand in front of him, revealing your short stature. Then you placed your left foot on the threshold again, but from behind. He looked at you for a few seconds and said

What do you have here?

" sweet

You said, as you were taking it out of your mouth, and he said, looking at you as you were taking it out of your mouth

"This isn't just any candy...this is lemon candy...would you mind if I had one?"

He said, pointing to the sweet you took out of your mouth and were holding with your fingers... You smiled gently and said

" Help yourself

"Thanks

He told you, took it, put it in his mouth, looked at you, and said

"It's delicious, isn't it?"

He said, as he broke the candy in his mouth

I smiled and said gently as you placed your finger, which was holding the piece of candy,

"You shouldn't chew it."

"Really?...And how am I supposed to get to the candy inside?"

You smiled lightly, without showing your teeth, and said

"By being patient"

He leaned towards you and said

"No... being patient won't get you what you want, will it?"

I looked at him gently, and you knew he was talking about you.