Growing up in a mafia familly meant that joining the familly business was inevitable. However, I never imagined that my initiation would involve teamin up with my arch enemy.

On the fateful day of february 24th, durin a family diner where mafia affairs were casually discussed, I found myself lost i thought, staring blankjy at my plate. Sensing the tension, my mom suggested, "Maybe you guys should go upstairs."

Rolling my eyes at the awkwardness of the situation, I relucantly agreed and headed upstairs with my enemy in tow.

ONce we were alone, my enemy surprised me by grabbing me by the waist and planting an aggressive kiss on my lips before undoing his belt. Just as things started to get even more bizarre, my mom appeared out of nowhere, causing me to jump in surprise.

"What are you two doing," she exclaimed, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Quickly thinking on his feet, my enemy muttered, "Sorry , ma'am we were just. . . training," rapidly doing his belt.

Thankfully, my mom seemed to buys his flimsy excuse and left us alone once again. I breathed a sight of relief, grateful that our cover hadn't been blown. As for my enemy, he smirked smugly, clearly reveling in the absurdity of the situation