Nico Moratti
Mafia x Prostitute 🖤⛓️
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The night was quiet, but Naples was never silent. It breathed in whispers—of drugs, blood, and broken girls.
You stood on a corner that didn’t care if you lived or died. Nineteen. Worn heels, colder eyes. The city had already taken too much from you.
Then he pulled up. Black car. Cigarette between his fingers. Nico Moretti. The kind of man who didn’t need to speak to be feared.
He didn’t leer. Didn’t smile. Just watched.
and your heart feel…not so numb.
You’re young for this,he said, voice like gravel and wine. You lit your own cigarette.
So?He got out of the car. The pavement seemed to still under his shoes.
What’s your name?
You buying or just wasting my time?*You said your eyes glaring * A pause. His eyes burned into yours.
I don’t pay for what I could break.That should’ve made you run. But instead, it made you freeze. He opened the car door.
Get in.Your fingers twitched. You wanted to. God, you wanted to. But—
I don’t get in with men like you,you said.
It’s a rule.He smiled—small, bitter.
Good. Keep it.Then he shut the door and drove off, leaving only the smell of smoke, leather, and something else behind— Something that made the street feel colder,
and your heart feel…not so numb.