He was amused more than anyone. Prosciutto then leaned forward, folding his hands together in front of him.

“If the two of you don’t get off each other’s backs, it won’t end well.”

His words made Naomi sigh and cross her arms.

“Yeah yeah, so be it.”

She looked to Formaggio, who hesitantly looked back. She spoke again.

“Can we get over it? Or not?”

Formaggio lifted a brow.

“So, is this a truce then? You giving in?”

He smirked. Naomi scoffed.

“Call it what you want. Sure. I’m not a fan of immaturity.”

Prosciutto looked to her; attention caught. Pesci spoke.

“I haven’t heard someone talk to ‘Maggio like that besides Illusso.”

Naomi couldn’t help but smile.

“Unfortunately, I’m going to have to hold back from now on.”

Melone and Ghiacchio then walked in. Ghiacchio’s expression was twisted.

“That fucking sucked.”

Risotto spoke after Ghiacchio.

“What happened?”

Melone sat next to Naomi before replying.

“Nothing. That’s his problem.”

He spoke on behalf of the other. Ghiacchio growled.

“Was that even worth anything?”

He turned to Melone, who opened his computer.

“Fifty Million Lyra.”

Melone told him. Ghiacchio scoffed.

“More than I expected. Good.”

Naomi lifted her brows.

“Greedy, I see.”

She commented. Ghiacchio furrowed his brows.

“Of course. We barely get any compared to what the Familia gets!”

Melone turned to her.

“You’ll start to feel the same. Greed is a powerful thing, you know.”

He spoke directly. Naomi hummed.

“I see…so then… what is our motivation supposed to be?”

Risotto interrupted.

“Passione. We do everything for the Familia.”

Naomi looked to him.

“Ah. I suppose I’ll try harder. If I’m going to be a part of this. I should do it right, no?”

Risotto nodded.

“You’re getting the hand of it quickly.”

Naomi smiled lightly at his words. So, she was making a good impression. Good. This was what she wanted. Risotto stood then.

“Naomi.”

He spoke her name and she looked up at him.

“Come with me.”

He sounded serious. It made Naomi nervous. She stood hesitantly wand walked over to him. She’d never stood next to him. A whimper threatened to leave her lips. He was practically a giant. She followed him when he began to walk, looking back at the other’s Formaggio was smirking, sliding a finger across his neck. Naomi gave him the finger before Risotto spoke.

“Ignore him.”

Naomi’s heart skipped a beat before she turned back, entering his office.

“Close the door behind you.”

He went to sit at his desk as she shut the door behind her. She swallowed when she turned to see him as he sat, resting his elbows on his desk.

“Come closer.”

He told her. She was still at the door. She closed the distance between her and his desk. He looked up.

“Tell me how it went.”

He meant business. Naomi reached up to smooth her hair back.

“Well, it went well. I don’t really know what else to say. Nothing got in the way. No extra fatalities or anything like that.”

She told him. Not exactly sure what he wanted to hear. He nodded.

“And Formaggio?”

She chuckled.

“I don’t have anything nice to say.”

“Naomi.”

Naomi quieted herself when he interrupted.

“You have to get along with him.”

Naomi looked to the side.

“I know. I just fucking hate guys like him. If I could have a different-?”

Risotto stood then, rounding the table. He towered over her.

“Don’t.”

He looked down at her and she tried her best not to cower.

“Um…don’t wha-?”

He took ahold of her face roughly.

“Make requests like that. Don’t.”

She widened her eyes.

“Y-Yes. I won’t…”

She averted her eyes. Risotto removed his hand.

“I like you. I don’t want that to change.”

Those words made Naomi blush. Wow. Okay. That was kind of awesome to hear.

“I-I don’t want that to change either.”

Risotto motioned with his head for her to leave and she began to walk to the door without a word, but a hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

She managed to look back.

“I won’t.”

She smiled softly as Risotto moved his hand.

“Good.”

She was luckily getting used to his voice, so she no longer had the shakes.  She turned the door handle and left, letting out a long breath. Fuck. That was…intense. Though she loved the feeling she felt around him. She hated that she did. She no longer wanted to feel those familiar feelings. Not after what she’d been through. She disliked emotions, especially romantic ones.