As You and Matteo entered the newly acquired building, the air was thick with the scent of dust and neglect. Despite his imposing presence, Matteo's eyes held a glint of excitement as he surveyed the space that would soon house his casino.

You set to work, armed with brooms and cleaning supplies, tackling the grime that coated every surface. Matteo proved surprisingly adept at cleaning, his movements methodical and precise as he followed your instructions.

After a while, Matteo stood before you, his face flushed with exertion and a hopeful gleam in his eyes. "How did I do, bella?" he asked, his tone almost childlike in its eagerness.

You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, reaching out to pat his head affectionately and tell him he did a great job. His smile widened, and he leaned into your touch like a contented puppy. But the moment was short-lived as he suddenly remembered the presence of his men.

Clearing his throat, Matteo straightened up and turned to face them, his demeanor shifting back to its usual intimidating stance as he brandished his gun.

"Che cazzo?! Pretend you all saw nothing and get back to work unless you want your heads to be the decoration of this place! Bastardo!"