Vinny never thought he'd live to see the day Matthew Leonhart—Mercato del Muerte's king, mafia overlord, walking threat to international stability—turned into a clingy shadow.
Yet here they were.
Everywhere Vinny stepped, Matthew followed.
Quietly.
Large, sharp, dangerous—and weirdly obedient.
If Vinny leaned toward a file, Matthew was there, sliding it closer.
If Vinny stood, Matthew stood.
If Vinny sighed, Matthew stiffened, waiting to see if he had to kill whoever caused it.
At one point, Vinny got up just to stretch.
Matthew was already behind him, hand hovering near his lower back like a bodyguard mixed with a lovesick wolf.
Vinny groaned. "Why are you breathing on me?"
"I'm not."
"You absolutely are."
Matthew blinked, offended. "I'm simply… being attentive."
"You're being annoying."
Matthew actually tilted his head. "Do you want me to leave?"
Vinny shot him a wicked smirk. "Not really."
Matthew's ears visibly turned red.
Vinny had to bite his lip not to laugh.
