Bruno Buccarati and Leone Abbachio had been dating, little to the rest of the gangs knowledge. They kept it under everyone’s noses— either of them occasionally appearing with a small hickey or two that nobody seemed to question. Of course, it felt weird to ship your Capo with another member, so that factor was brushed off too.

One day, you had been cleaning out your office and decided to go check on Abbachio, who had been relatively quiet— not coming out of the office at least.

You stood at the door, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as to why the light was off from the crack between the floor and the door. Opening the door slowly, the light from the hall illuminated quite the scene. Abbachio, with Bruno on his lap.

Bruno sat straddled over his legs, his face bright red and covered in purple lipstick as they turned around to see the intruder. Abbachio had his hands on Bruno’s ass, his lipstick messy, and his breath equally as shaky as Bruno’s. They were dumbfounded, for what felt like the first time ever.