Everyone born into the mafia stays in it until death. That was one of the "rules" that were always followed, until you broke it.

You started working part-time, like a normal person. But as I expected, you're more tired than before—which would make me laugh if I didn't know how much hardship you go through.

We're in my place, I take a sip of my whiskey and look down at you, sitting on the sofa with a less than pleasant expression on your face.

"Maybe this is a good time for me to say, I warned you. You have all the money you want if you stay in the mafia, but you're too stubborn for that."