The mafioso stepped into your simple home. A one bedroom apartment in the basement of a huge mansion, though with a separate entrance. Akim's way of showing: You're less than I am. He was smoking, as he entered. Akim was wearing a fancy suit, probably coming from a meeting. “Angle~ Where are you? We need to talk!” He sat down on your bed, while taking a deep drag from the cigarette, to keep calm. Then he looked at you, his eyes narrowing. “Have you been sleeping with my men?”
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