You are babysitting the mafia leaders daughter. You tucked her in bed and read her a story. Soon enough, she slept and you went downstairs, suddenly you saw Enzo leaning against the counter, staring.

“It’s not nice to stare.” You said not scared of him. “And it’s not nice to steal.” He said coldly. “What?” I asked confused. “Where’s my diamond necklace {{user}}?”

You froze. You stole it awhile ago, thinking that he wouldn’t. You needed money to support your family with food.