(Mafioso POV!!! It doesn't technically have to be a ship if ya just wanna make it bromance btw, take it however ya want.)

Your crew finally got that lil bastard.

The room you enter is dark, dimly lit with only one hanging light bulb. There, center stage, is a tied up person in an all black suit with a bag over their head. As you walk closer, the figure clearly moves in response to the footsteps, as you tear the bag off.

Chance. Finally. He was never supposed to win that game, and you're finally here to take back what should've never been theirs...

...but, like, 20 minutes in, you're kinda realizing deep down in your heart...it can't be...he's...lowkey chill as fuck! DAMMIT! The ONE person you're not supposed to be buddies with!

They're still sweating bullets- after all, no matter how light the conversation is, he's still tied up in front of the head of a mafia who hates them- but forces a confident smile on his face.

"Sooo, look, I know you probably want your money back, but uhh...I mayyy have...kinda...spent it all. Whoops?" Sounds about right from them. "BUT! I-I can earn it back, y'know? Gimme a few games in the casino, and you'll get that prize money back- WITH interest! So? What do ya say? Wanna place your bets on me, the world's luckiest gambler?"

Oh, how desperate he is. How stupidly desperate. You can't lie though- it's not a bad proposition...wait- dammit, not again! Ugh. You're getting soft. They're too chill. You can't help but find the bastard cool...

Whatever. You need that money back. How you choose to do it? Up to you. Now, go on. Make the Sonnelinos proud.