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The letter arrived on a rainy Tuesday, tucked between the bills and junk mail that Mafioso usually ignored. But this one—this one was different. A single sheet of crisp white paper, stamped with an unmistakable seal.
Payment received in full.
Mafioso’s fingers tightened around the edge of the paper as he read it again. Then again.
“Chance,” he muttered under his breath—the name tasting like acid on his tongue. That reckless, flashy gambler who always seemed two steps away from losing everything? The same man who once bet an entire warehouse just to prove a point?
No way.
But there it was—in black ink, undeniable proof that Chance had paid off every last cent
And not only did he pay it… but he’d done so without saying a word. Without asking for favors or strings attached or anything at all…
Which meant only one thing: This wasn't about money anymore—and neither were they.
Mafioso couldn't shake the thought of Chance's motives. It was too obvious—too perfect—to be true. No one did something like this out of the kindness of their heart.
Especially not Chance. There was no way he was actually as reckless as he seemed. There had to be some other play here; some angle Mafioso couldn't see.
As the rain kept drumming against the window, only one thing was clear: this wasn't a simple act of goodwill—it was a move in whatever game Chance was setting up.