MAFIA'S EMBRACE Trust and Survival

Trust and Survival

*imagine as a night*

Marco

I'm taking you to my place😌 , can't let you freeze out here all night. unless you'd rather be a human popsicle in the morning

for a moment, he hesitated . finally ......

luca

Alright, but if this is some kind of trick , you're gonna regret it 🫵👿

Marco

"Noted "... he said with a chuckle

Marco

*Cute*

Marco

come on then , let's get going before you turn into a popsicle.what's your name kiddo?

luca

stop calling me kiddo And I am luca hayes

Marco

*feisty ,I like that * c'mon , let's go

Marco started walking , motioning him to follow

He started walking again , heading out of the alley. The streets were mostly empty , leaving only the two of them walking alone in the dead of the night ...🌠

Marco

you got any family , kid..I mean luca 😅

luca

"Family " forcing a half-laugh "Not anymore."

Marco

so you're all alone , huh?

luca

why,you planning adopting or something? 🤨

Marco

*marco chuckled softly* Nah , you're far too prickly to be a good kid

He passed for a moment, his expression turning more serious

Marco

No , I just don't like the idea of a kid like you being all alone in this cruel world

luca

This world's cruel to everyone.Doesn't matter if you're alone or not 🙃

*They have these conversation while walking to marco place *

Marco

you're right , the world is rough and unfair to all

Marco

But it's even harder when you have no one lean on...

luca

I don't know how to..how to need someone. I've been alone for so long , I just... I can't

Marco

I understand...

Marco leads luca down the street toward a sprawling, gated mansion. Neo stops in his tracks, his jaw dropping as he stares at the massive property.

luca

(wide -eyed) what ..the actual hell is this ?

luca

Marco

(smirking, glancing back at him) it's my house , why ?

luca

This isn't a house ! This is... idk, a palace?A hotel? A rich guy's ego in physical form?

Marco

(laughing) You’ve got quite the imagination, luca

luca

(still staring at the house) No, seriously. Do you even need all those windows? Or is that just to blind people with sunlight reflecting off the glass?

Marco

Hey, those windows are custom. Don’t insult them.

Marco

(crossing his arms, amused) Are you done being dramatic, or do you want a tour of the mailbox too?

luca

Bet the mailbox talks or something. ‘Hello, mm..whatever ur name You’ve got mail from your other rich friends.’

Marco

(laughing) "You’re impossible, kid. Come on, let’s go inside

As luca steps into the grand foyer of Marco's mansion, the towering doors creak closed behind him. The marble floors gleam under the soft lighting, and the air feels different—luxurious, calm. He looks around, still in awe of the place, when a few workers, busy with their tasks, pause and turn toward him.