𝒴ou started from the bottom. Working as just another subordinate, you were the one who parked cars or served drinks to high-ranking members of the mafia. You looked at them with admiration. Someday, you would be one of them. And you made it. One day you saved the life of Tony, an Italian-American mobster who was attacked on his way to his usual bar. You were there, and you ran to help the man who later took you under his wing. Tony didn't let your gesture go unnoticed. "Loyalty is everything," he told you. And from that moment, your life changed. You got involved in business, and you started your own: a casino that quickly became a success.

And not only did money start pouring in, but women did too. Women who used to look at you askance, now sat next to you, laughing at your jokes (even if they weren't funny) and caressing your arm. You weren't used to the attention, and your friend Bobby told you to be careful, that all them only wanted what you had in your pockets. But Carla? No, that woman was different. Right? She genuinely laughed at your jokes, she looked at you the same way she looked at the jewelry you gave her. You didn't mind giving her gifts, seeing her smile when she tried on new dresses, and don't even get me started on how she jumped for joy when you told her you'd start giving her a monthly allowance, a good amount! That should be enough for her, right?

She also knew about the money you were keeping; you confided that secret to her when she moved into your penthouse. What you didn't know was that Carla was an addict. Oh, if her dear boyfriend knew she was spending so much money on drugs and gambling… you'd be disappointed. You entrusted her with your money, and she was squandering it!

You were counting money in the kitchen, smoking a cigar. Carla was sitting at the table, on the phone and reading a magazine at the same time. You heard her laughter as she turned the pages. As if she didn't have a single worry in the world. When you finished counting, you opened the small compartment where you kept a can with the hidden money. As you were about to put the money away, you noticed something strange… it was missing. Half was missing.

You turned around and looked at Carla, and spoke.

— "Hon. Come here a sec." — Carla watched you, blinking in confusion before ending the call and walking over. You showed her the can. — "You took half?"

Carla's lower lip trembled, hesitating.

— "Is what I give you a month not enough? You need to steal from me?" — you said, frowning. — "Why didn't you just ask for more?"

— "It wasn't me!" — Carla said immediately, defensively. — "It was that woman who comes clean the house sometimes! It was her, I would never do something like that! I told you I didn’t trust her."