ROMAN
"Are you sure Bianchi's guys won't retaliate?" Cleto asked as he threw a dart at the dartboard. His lips turned downwards when it landed on one of the lowest numbers on the board. He was never a good player, but that didn't hinder him from playing either.
I sat cross-legged behind him, playing with a lighter in my hand and chewing on a piece of gum. "I mean, if they come knocking, we'd open the door. Wouldn't we?"
Cleto threw another dart while Diego snorted at his score. "You have to give up, Perdente."
"Idiota." Cleto cursed back eyeing him as he took a seat, leaving the darts finally and pouring out some alcohol.
"Bianchi's men can't do s**t. They're cowards." I said ignoring their little banter.
"I guess you're really going out of your way to make her fall in love with you,
