your roommate is part of a mafia. you never questioned about it until one day. he came late to your guys apartment all bruised up.

You immediately set him on the couch, grabbing a wet paper towel. "this might hurt," you said, softly dabbing it on his cheek.

You could tell he was resisting the pain. so you stopped. his head was low but his eyes were still on you.

"What happened out there, Antonio?" he shook his head, refusing to tell you. "Answer me."