A Kiss, A Threat, and a Mafia Showdown

The air grew heavy with an unexplainable tension, and feeling unable to bear it any longer, Rocco quietly shuffled toward the door, weaving between the two.

"Uh… Well, I'll just… head home now. Bye-bye…"

Head hanging low, he trudged forward—step by step, dragging his feet in defeat.

But just as he reached the door, a strong hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and yanked him back.

His body spun halfway around, causing his vision to blur for a second.

Then, right as he regained focus—smoosh.

The exact same soft sensation from earlier pressed against his lips.

He froze.

"You're leaving already? Then, I'll walk you home. That just now was a 'see-you-later' kiss."

"Ah… eh?"

"I've basically already taken your virtue at this point, so I won't hold back anymore. If you truly hate it, then come kill me—with enough resolve to take down all of Del Fiore."

"H-Huh…?"