Asa narrating:
As soon as we closed the door to my apartment, the weight of the situation hit me. I felt like something was off, but what could it be? Luke was by my side, his expression closed, eyes fixed on the floor.
— Sit down — I said, pointing to the sofa.
He hesitated for a moment but soon obeyed, letting his weight fall into the old upholstery that I loved so much. I approached him, crossing my arms.
— Now explain to me what the hell is happening.
Luke took a deep breath, as if the task before him was harder than anything he had ever faced. I looked at him, searching for any sign that this could be a joke or a delusion, but he didn’t seem to care whether I would find it funny or not.
— I’m a mobster, Asa. — He said directly, without any preamble.
I couldn’t help myself, and
