Mafia's Mate

What I want

>>Clio

I had not considered the possibility.

Not that I don't want to. I just didn't think that the chance would come to me so suddenly. Well, it's not like it's something good. At the moment, it is a state of crisis.

"No," I replied, "I don't think I can do this..." I looked away, "Not yet,"

"Why not?" He asked, "All the people you know would already have learned the truth by now."

I know and I also know what's in my heart is something like a feeble hope.

A delusion.

All too stupid

"What if I can still get away with it?" I whispered the words which was followed by silence. I didn't have the courage to look up and look at him. I knew far too well how childish my thinking was.

Get away with it? As if,

But at the same time, the silence between us made my heart ache.

"The whole thing must have scarred you," He said after a few seconds

!!!

I looked at him in disbelief. I was expecting him to make fun of me or give me a reality check but instead his words shocked me.

"Yes," The answer came out of my mouth immediately, "I can't do it."

"Because of your Mom?" He asked and I nodded.

"We've already lost half of our family..." My feelings got heavy, "I-" I grabbed my shirt over my chest, "I'm scared." I gulped, "I can't help but think, what if I can get away with it?"

"They already know," He said calmly, "The people who came after you tonight were proof of that."

"..." I closed my eyes, wanting to escape the reality but even in that darkness there was only fear, and so, I opened them again, "I know..." I let out a sigh, "Sir, I-"

"Matthew," He cut me off,

"Yes?"

"Call me by my name," He folded his arms and stared into my soul, "Matthew." He gave me a nod, "Say it,"

"H-how can I?" I shook my head at him, "You're my boss."

"And I remember telling you how I feel. Don't call me by a formal title. Say my name."

!!

It got me flustered. Especially because it came out of nowhere. Call him by his name? It was a bit too sudden.

"Matthew..." I spoke in a whisper so low, even I could barely hear it

"Louder," He demanded.

"Matthew," It was still a whisper, but audible.

"More confidently,"

More confidently??? What does he want? Do I need to be louder? More audible?

"Matthew?" I called his name normally. In a tone slightly louder but it came out as if I was asking something.

He passed me a smile, "Yes?" And his response got my heart to skip a beat, even making me blush a little.

But I won't lie. I found it sweet how he responded to my calling.

"N-nothing!" I clenched my fists, "I just said what you told me to do."

His smile widened, "Good girl," His eyes softened a bit but his praise made my heart rate spike for a second, "From now call me by my name." I didn't give him an answer, I just pursed my lips nervously and nodded.