![]() ![]() His eyes fell for a bit before he tossed back another shot. “Leave it to you to give me actual performance anxiety before I’m even on deck. “Shut the fuck up.” He threw the shot of tequila back. “You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” My lips twitched in amusement while uncertainty crossed his features. ![]() “Just because I’m not named after a pussy doesn’t mean I don’t know my way around one.” Tristian narrowed his eyes in my direction. Mafia Casanova was what everyone labeled me. I felt nothing it was just easier that way. He felt too much, exactly like our mother. ![]() My brother, on the other hand, he was too emotional, too involved. I did as I was told, enjoying it every step of the way. I didn’t give a flying fuck what I had to do. From early on, I was chosen as the boss’s favorite, not once trying to hide the fact that he wanted me to partner with him, standing to the right of his throne. ![]()
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