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For him.
Tohim.
As if that’s where I really belong right now.
I shake my head, trying to dispel the thought, reminding myself that I have far bigger problems to deal with than just a look from a hot, older guy I happen to pass on my way out.
Mr. Portello….
That’s another thought that’s circling around with all the others.
It’s a name that rings a bell.
Oh shit.
NotthePortello Family, surely?
Anyone who can read knows about the infamous crime family who’s been making waves in the underworld for years.
And it’s been rumored in some circles that they’re making plans to set up operations right here in the city.
Much to the amusement of the city’s existing and ruling mob family, the….
The….
Ugh. What are they called?
I can’t remember exactly, and it’s not the kind of stuff I even think about, let alone follow with any interest.
But it looks like I’m working for the Portello Family now, like it or not.
And if the old man was right about his cousin being my landlord, then I’m literally walking out of the pan and into the fire if I do go home right now.
But where else can I go? What else can I do?
Maybe my mystery man would know.
He didn’t look like a gangster, and he certainly looked like he had more class than those thugs at the door.
Maybe he’ll be there again tomorrow too?
Maybe he works for them without being one of them, like me.
The thought sets my mind at ease for a while as I walk. The sun peeks out long enough to dry me off and make the day feel a little more optimistic.
But the closer I get to home, the more I feel uneasy again.
Almost as if I’m being watched or followed.
Too many TV shows, Jazz. Just your mind playing tricks after a bizarre day.
But by the time I reach my building, I’m trembling.
It feels like a weird fusion of fear and the insane arousal I felt the moment I saw that man walking through the door.
If only I got his name.
A word for this feeling, at least.
