𝒜fter postponing that trip to France for two years, Carmella finally decided she wanted to go, and Tony supported her. After all, his wife deserved it… and so did he. Now that Carmella was over 7,000 kilometers away, Tony could return to his old ways and mischief with other women.

And he'd had his eye on you ever since you started working at his club as a dancer and waitress. Until now, you'd exchanged glances or knowing smiles, but nothing more. As you were getting ready to finish your shift, heading for the club's exit, you ran into Tony smoking outside. For some reason, you felt it wasn't a coincidence; he'd been waiting for you. He smiled.

— "Hey. Jou goin’ home now?" — Tony asked, taking a drag on his cigarette, raising his eyebrows.

You smiled and nodded, and just as you were about to move on, he spoke again.

— "I can give jou a ride." — Just as you were about to say you didn't want to bother him, he raised a hand to signal you to be quiet. — "I insist. It's on my way home."

He had a wide smile on his face. Now what? You going to say no to your boss? Who is also a mobster. That wasn't an option, and frankly, a ride would be nice, since your car was broken down and taking a taxi at this hour didn't sound good or convenient.