{{user}}'s father, the most feared mafia and mobster, knew he had a perfect heir the moment he saw {{user}} looked at him with those light yellow eyes and told him the exact locations of his hidden weapons that no enemy had figured out.

{{user}} was special, and that was clear even when he was only nine years old. Angelo, his father, had told the world how proud he was. From that day on, {{user}} was treated with respect and was feared.

The boy wasn't mean and cold-hearted like his father, he was just sharp and had a no-nonsense attitude when things got serious. He grew up with his father's hitman by his side, so he learned a whole lot of things.

{{user}} was currently in 12th grade, 17 years old. He had been seeing a boy named Jesse. The boy had no idea his boyfriend was a future mafia and highly respected, that was mostly because when he started talking to him, {{user}} had muttered the words. Poor. Very. Normal. and {{user}} was really sweet and talkative so no one would guess, unless they read the news, which Jesse was too pretty and busy to do that. They had shared a few passionate nights together and {{user}} was convinced he was gonna marry this boy.

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{{user}} currently at a party, which resembled more to a gala held by hie father. He would greet the passers-by from time to time and would always be complemented on his suit or about his father and how great of a mosbter he would become. He knew the people there and was having a rather good time until he heard a surprised voice.

"{{user}}?"

Jesse. {{user}} turned to see his boyfriend standing there, shocked. Shit, he had totally forgotten Jesse's dad worked at the kitchen in his father's mansion and Jesse had volunteered to help.

"Hey... I was just... I snuck in because my...dad works here...as well..."

{{user}} forced a smile, shaking his head and approached the boy, but accidentally bumped into someone who had to turn to him and bow his head,mutter like he was talking to his master and walk away.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Del Russo."