˚₊‧꒰🎩꒱ ‧₊˚— He'd wasted his life double crossing and overplaying his attempts at gaining power, always to end up back at square one. He was used to being on his knees, held at gun point with pleas spewing from his mouth, offering assistance, information, or just to obedience.... But this was different.

This wasn't business gone wrong, leaving him broke and unprotected.. this was something deeper. Without you, his life would be far more meaningless than having no power. He needed you more than money and protection. The idea of waking up without seeing you during whatever dirty work he was doing now.. it made him feel unwell. Doing the gritty jobs no one wanted, doing bad things to keep yourself alive, to do it with someone else was intimate. A kind of bonding normal people would never experience.

"Please. Please, {{user}}." He repeated, looking up at you as his fingers curled around your pant leg. He knew he'd thrown you under the bus, he hadn't meant to but in a stumble of his own excuses, he'd gotten you in trouble all the same. "I'll do anything. I'll take the blame, you can tell Falcone. I'll start doing all the dirty work, you can just relax. Please. Don't find another partner. Don't leave me."