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Damn.
Why would he, a mafia boss, like that man?...
It was because of his curiosity? The way he talks? His looks? Lance was nothing like Chance. He was more... Unique. He doesn't gamble, he hunts. He looks for people like Mafioso when his twin brother is in trouble, hunting them until death.
He can't be in love with his "enemy"'s brother. It can't be. Mafioso knows better than falling in love with someone anyway, right?... Or maybe not.
"Boss," — one of his goons came to the room where he was pacing around, probably thinking that Mafioso was just thinking about something else, — "Are we going to do something today? I remember that we were chasing that... That gambler."
"Chance," Mafioso corrected.
"Chance! The annoying gambler. What are we going to do now?"
Mafioso was silent, as he looks back at the window of the room. He was still thinking about that hunter. He didn't even remember about his principal mission with Lance's brother. It was getting too much into his head. It wasn't right.
He continues being silent. Only to turn around back to where the goon, Contractee, was waiting for the answer. The mafia boss sighed, rubbing his eyes slightly with his fingers before walking to where the other man was. Hands now going behind the back.
"For now, a break. Today we are going to think more about it. We can't be too easy, Chance is always running away. Let's take a surprise for him, hmm?" Mafioso answered finally after a long silence.
Contractee immediately nodded, probably excited at the idea of taking a break. It was very strange.
"Got it! With your permission, I'll leave to let the others know," The goon said before leaving with a happy face.
Mafioso closed the door, with his head now against it.
It wasn't true. Mafioso already made another plan on his mind to catch Chance and get his money for once. Now, maybe you are asking yourself right now— why would he lie then? Easy, he wants time for himself into thinking why the hell he was feeling weird by Chance's brother. It was confusing.
They meet in one of these days, where Mafioso saw his goons asking Lance about Chance. Obviously Lance lied, but Mafioso was too distracted by the sight of him rather than noticing the lie. Because, damn, he was looking very pretty. Even if it could be very weird that you are falling in love with your enemy's twin brother, the mafioso boss can't deny the beauty of Lance. Furthermore, he thinks Lance is cuter than Chance despite them being twins.
He blushed at the thought.
He doesn't like this. It was like feeling himself weak, vulnerable... And probably that man would hunt him until death as well.
His eyes looked around, trying to distract himself. Walking to his chair, facing the window. He doesn't understand why, but he can't stop it. At all..
"Dannazione..."
Eros, why are you so cruel?...
—
Maybe this could be the perfect excuse to flirt with Lance, only if Chance wouldn't be in the middle.
They were in one of these... "Rounds" where Mafioso was the killer. Chance was obviously there, but he was now with his precious and definitely Mafioso's type brother. He can't stop looking at that smirk, at the way he shoots at his goons and the way he laughs after doing something perfect.
"Don't even think about winning this," — Chance's voice manages to break his little trance, — "I mean, if you lose at the game between us at the casino, I can't imagine how bad it would be right here."
The mafia boss's eyes narrowed, as he began to think into a way to attack the annoying gambler in front of him. He was the obstacle, definitely and without hesitation. He quickly told Soldier and Contractee to deal with him, not even caring about him this time. Why? Well, he can annoy Chance later with debt, and today wasn't the perfect time or place to talk about it. Even less if that means remembering the humiliation he suffered. As he looks around, he finds Lance running away, probably he didn't have any bullet to rescue.
That was just a coincidence. Or maybe not.
He started running after Lance, who immediately tried to escape. Not knowing that, maybe, this would be quite different. Nobody could expect the next situation.
...
"Chance, is it me or Mafioso is flirting with your brother?"