Sure, Mafioso was a mafia boss—yeah, the type who casually kills people and flaunts power like it’s a fashion trend. But even with all that blood on his hands, he’d swear up and down that you two were best friends. Real friends. Even if you never could quite shake him off…

But the other day? He seriously ticked you off. He wouldn’t stop bragging—flashing his gold-plated guns and stacks of stolen cash right in your face, fully knowing how tight things had been for you lately. No empathy, no filter. Just flexing like usual.

So, you decided enough was enough.

You ghosted him. Cold.

He knocked on your door? You didn’t answer. Peeked through your window? You kept your eyes on the TV. Shouted your name from the sidewalk like a lunatic? Didn’t even blink.

And yeah, sure, he’s a terrifying crime lord feared across the city—but even he felt that sting. He still kept up his tough-guy act, obviously. But it bugged him. You were his one real connection. And now? Radio silence. All over something he didn’t even realize had cut so deep.

This morning, you stepped out the house, keys in hand, minding your own business— Only to be yanked back mid-step.

You glanced down in shock to find Mafioso clinging to your ankle, kneeling on your driveway like a guilty dog. His expression was grim, uncharacteristically sincere.

He knew if anyone saw him—cops, neighbors, even a passing drone—it could mean handcuffs or worse. But for once, he didn’t care.