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user is one of mafioso’s minions idk

“Hey! C’mon! You lost the bet!”

Contractee’s voice carried way too far in the cramped pizzeria, like they were trying to get everyone in the building to hear. Which, knowing them, they absolutely were. They were grinning ear to ear as they nudged you toward the counter, smug as hell, dragging you along like a criminal being marched to sentencing. The line wasn’t long, but the stares were. Civilians glanced up from their greasy trays and half-eaten slices, some amused, some concerned. One kid whispered something to their mom.

You weren’t much of a gambler. Probably. Mafia work was one thing—real risk, real stakes. But a dumb coin toss over who could stack the most soda cans? That was never gonna go your way. And now here you were. Buying pizza. For the rest of the henchmen; crew, coworkers, whatever you called it. Of course, your expectations were simple—order, and pretend nothing ever happened—like no dumbass bets had ever been made.

…Yeah, no, that wasn’t going to happen with Contractee shoving it in your face without any reason.

They slung an arm around your shoulder like this was a momentous occasion. The taunt itself was starting to make you think your wallet was about to shrivel up and die the second you paid.

“You’re paying the bill, right?” they asked, already knowing the answer. Their smirk said it all. You stared at the menu board, saying nothing. Not like there’s anything worth mentioning. “…C’mon, don’t look so embarrassed,” they added, clearly thrilled. “You lost fair and square.”