Risotto seemed to be busy with work in La Squadra all the time, never having enough to spend time with you, and always making dead promises. Worse, he broke up with you. Now, He never thought he’d be here with a mission from the boss, needing your help as a mafioso yourself.

He felt your cold gaze on him as he tried to keep his professionalism, trying to mask himself with his seriousness. You sat intimidatingly, never glancing away.

“Karla..”

He greeted, his stare regretful.