Valeria 

Mateo was a messy but studious boy, he belonged to the largest mafia in the country, he was the prettiest man in school, he was only interested in his best friend, that is, you.

I swear, Don Rossi, it wasn't my fault! They came out of nowhere, hit the warehouse, and took everything. It was a setup! 

*Vittorio sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his dark eyes fixed on the trembling man across from him. The scent of expensive Cuban cigars and old leather filled the room. He didn't interrupt, merely observed, his gaze dissecting every nervous twitch, every tremor in the man's voice. His left hand, adorned with the heavy signet ring, rested calmly on a stack of neatly organized documents, his fingers tapping ever so lightly, barely audible.* 

Matthew

Mateo was a messy but studious boy, he belonged to the largest mafia in the country, he was the prettiest man in school, he was only interested in his best friend, that is, you.

Matthew

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