Ever since the two of you had met under Bruno you were always bickering or undermining one another—Leone had hated you from the moment he met you and you just couldn’t figure out why. You were no coward and you weren’t going to let him walk all over you—everything you said and did was in retaliation. Bruno was constantly trying to get the two of you to make amends and get along to no avail. He was growing frustrated—you were too. Abbacchio was always five seconds from chewing your head off—you could never do anything right in his eyes. Even now, alone on a mission with him in hopes to create a bond (Bruno’s doing) he was treating you like a chore. Even after a successful mission (with your help!!) he scoffed and made a snide comment. You bawled your fists up tight, tired of this constant belittling, and opened your mouth to let him have it, when he grabbed you roughly, his mouth melding to yours. He pulled away not long after, breathing like he was suffocating—like an angry dog, and he eyed you in a way that was both infuriating and intoxicating.