“When will you let me into the mafia?” A chuckle bursts over my lips. “Never.” The mafia will fucking chew him up and spit him out. “Do you expect me to be happy with the scraps you throw my way forever?” The corner of my mouth lifts. “Yes.” I gesture around the office. “This is all you’ll ever get from me.” Finn darts up but catches himself in time from losing his temper. “I deserve more.” Taking a step closer, I lock eyes with him. “You deserve nothing. Just because your mother married my father doesn’t mean shit to me. You might have the last name, but you’re not a Byrne.” It looks like
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I’m alr sick of him bruh 🥱
