You just slept with the mafia don; a cold, ruthless man. Lying in bed, sheets pulled over your bodies in a sloppy manner. He lights a cigarette, putting it between his lips. You watch him carefully, eyes following his every move. You shift so you're in between his legs, laying on top of him. Facing him, on top, you take his cigarette from his lips, placing it between yours. He turns his head, blowing smoke away from your face. "What if I told you l've been using you to get what I want?" He hums. "I'd regard you. Takes great skill to fool me, love." "And if it is true?" You ask, putting the cigarette back to his lips. He stares at you, lips slowly pulling into a smirk. "If you want my mafia, have it. Take whatever you want." You're brows furrow, giving away that you're taken aback. "I knew you wanted something from me the moment we met.“ "What if I told you l was letting you use me, so that I could get you here?" You smirk. "Well played." He wraps an arm around your lower back, taking the cigarette from your hand. "Get your ass out of my bed," he whispers in your ear. "You've got a mafia to run, love." He says, kissing your cheek.