When the Mafia Boss gets poetic

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People often discuss temperature, politics, corruption and inflation on the dining table. Or sometimes the dinner also went in silence. However, conversation with Vincent was quite interesting. How he openly announced his illegal activities and his nonchalant behavior after shooting a person, never failed to pass tremor down my body. My wide eyes and sudden lose of appetite did confirm my uneasiness. He reached forward to pat my back when my sputtering didn't cease.  "Elijah," He sighed, running his hand through his sandy waves. He wasn't frustrated, just— tired. "I'm saying this because I don't want you to forget who I am. I am a Mafia Boss. I don't run a bakery shop but many illegal and unregistered companies."  "But you can't say it out loud in public!" I reprimanded him and amusement

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