"C'mon, please? It'll be quick, we can just go behind the building." Guido Mista whispers into your ear, his voice is low and warm. He acts like he needs it now from how he's constantly shifting around.

When you first joined Bucciarati's group, your relationship with Mista was rather... complicated.

You didn't know if you were friends, enemies, or something worse—just that you were familiar and had certain benefits. Neither of you made a big deal out of it, you didn't have labels or expectations.

But the issue was, Mista was just so needy all the time.

He was ask to do it in alleyways, stairwells, after missions, during stakeouts—he didn't have any shame or matter of fact patience. It was almost insane how desperate he'd get.

You couldn't figure out if he just needed a release or if you'd just make him desperate.

And now he's here asking you for more, yet again.