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02: "LOVE AT FIRST BUMPING INTO"

02: "LOVE AT FIRST BUMPING INTO"

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Valentino, the fucking dick sucker and I were carrying out some training mission and Val just had to go ahead and stab some guy in the messiest way possible, getting blood all over my suit. I mean he's a smart guy but can loose his senses sometimes when he's getting horny over fucking haemoglobin.

I guess it honestly not a big deal, I could just wash the blood off and wear it after. But then again, I'm not a peasant who re-wears his outfits. So I had one of my men burn it.

Now, since there's now one less suit in my wardrobe, I need to buy a new one.

Possibly a new chain and some rings too? It's called 'billionaire mafia boss privileges'.

Anyways, while I made my way through the packed mall I felt a vibration in my trouser pocket. Correction, multiple vibrations.

I groaned, already knowing who was spamming me. I pulled out my phone and saw at least a dozen texts already from Valentino.

Eyesore: FUCK I JUSR GOT HOME

Eyesore: ACE IM SO SORRY

Eyesore: ARE YOU STOLL ANGRY AT ME

Eyesore: I DIDNF MEAN TO GET BLOOD ON YOUR SIT

Eyesore: SUIT*

Eyesore: ACE

Eyesore: IM FUCKIN WITH YO DAD

Eyesore: Sorry

Eyesore: YOURE TAKING TO LONG TO RLEPLYY

I rolled my eyes but paused to respond since he'd go crazy if I left him on read. 

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE HELL DO YOU WANT :Me

Eyesore: SHIT YOU REPLIED

Eyesore: IM SORRY FOR RUINING YOUR SUIT 

I couldn't care any less about my suit :Me

Stop fucking spamming me :Me

Eyesore: ik you love it when I spam asshole

Stfu :Me

Eyesore: love you too 😋

Sighing, I slipped my phone back into my pocket again. Val is already fucking gay, I'm not going to make it weird by saying I love him back.

I don't even know where to get a bloody suit from. Usually my butlers or something get them for me but I decided to do something myself for once because I'm not a spoilt brat.

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