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Damon

The man asked as he slowly got to his knees. It was quite a disgraceful sight. He was naked underneath his robe that hung open, revealing his flaccid genitals and slim body. His chest hair was dark like the hair on his head and carefully hid his small penis behind a curtain of dark curls.

His face was cast down, revealing his fast-receding hairline. He was a pathetic man, practically a shivering serpent.

"The mafia King doesn't want you to do anything. Don't say anything about the rumors. Eventually, they'll die down by themselves.

When anyone asks anything of you, smile and say nothing, because if you're about to talk, remember that the mafia king has your life literally in the palm of his hand, and he can squash it when he feels like it."

"Alessandro," I called as I stood up from the obnoxiously colored couch. "Let's go," I said after taking one last look at the man.

"What's next?" Alexandra asked as we entered the car and started the engine.

"Since rumors are already spread