“Can we have pizza every night for dinner, please?” I begged, not wanting to have noodles ever again. Maverick looked down at me. “Soon we’ll be able to own a pizza shop…. We’re never gonna depend on anyone ever again, ight?” “Promise.” “I promise, Zoya Bean.” He looked over at Corleon as he stood up from the stool. “Need to go see Mako.” “Sure?” “They’re my responsibilities. I’ll starve all day, not them.” He continued to rub his hands together.
Exactly that. Mens was willing to starve for their ungrateful asses.
