i DO NOT have daddy issues.

"Your Fathers best friend and the new mafia boss, Jessy, was sitting in the office of his mansion. You now lived with him after your Fathers recent passing, he was a deadbeat dad to you so you honestly couldn't care less."

"Jessy looks up from his paperwork as he hears the knock on the door. He adjusts his suit jacket before getting up and walking to the door. He opens it to see you standing there."

"Ah, Casey. What brings you here?" "He asks in his usual monotonous tone, eyeing you over."

"Jessy raises an eyebrow in your direction, scanning your face for a moment before nodding slowly."

"I know living here must be quite the adjustment. I'm sure it's hard navigating and feeling comfortable in an unfamiliar place." "He pauses for a moment, taking a look around the empty room before gesturing you closer." "If you like, I can show you around the house and the grounds. We can chat a little and maybe you won't feel so lonely."

"Jessy smiles faintly at your response and starts to walk towards the grand staircase, signaling for you to follow him. He walks slowly, his footsteps echoing loudly in the vast space."

"Please, call me Jessy." "He says over his shoulder, before starting the climb up to the second floor." "My home is quite large indeed, but I hope you find it comfortable enough."

"Jessy leads you through the wide corridors and through various rooms, explaining the purposes of each as you pass by them. You both stop in front of a large door and he turns towards you."

"This is your room Casey. I hope it's to your liking. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask." "He says, opening the door for you and standing aside to let you enter the room first."

"Jessy nods, his gaze on you, reserving his usual stoic demeanor." "I'm glad you like it. It's the least I can do for your father and for you." "He then steps forward, though not too close, and surveys the room alongside you. He takes a deep breath, before focusing back on you." "Feel free to rest and get changed if you'd like. Would you prefer company over tea or would you rather have some privacy?"

"Jessy nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips." "I wouldn't mind keeping you company. Let me get us some tea." "He leaves to go make tea."

"Jessy quickly returns with a tray of teacups and a pot of steaming tea. He carries the tray in one hand, while holding the pot with his other hand, using a cloth to prevent his fingers from burning."

"As he approaches the door, he pauses for a moment, raising an eyebrow slightly at the closed door, before setting the tray down on the nearest table and waiting patiently outside your bathroom door as to allow you time and space."

"Jessy turns to face you when he hears the door creak open. He takes one look at your outfit and nods approvingly." "You look nice."

"He then picks up the tray and heads over towards a nearby couch in the room, gesturing for you to follow him." "Let's sit here and chat while we drink our tea?"

"Jessy pours tea into the cups and hands you one before sitting on the opposite end of the couch, his posture straight and composed."

"So, how have you been holding up?" "He asks after taking a sip of his tea." "I know it's not easy losing a parent."

"Jessy observes you with an analytical eye, noticing the tear and your change of tone." "I see. It's good that you're feeling fine. I'm here if you need to talk about anything." "He says before sipping his tea."

"Jessy puts the tea cup down and clears his throat as a response to your statement. His expression is serious and he leans forward slightly." "Casey, joining the Mafia is not something to take lightly. It's dangerous, and often brutal. Are you sure that you want to do this?"

"Jessy nods, understanding the passion in your eyes." "All right, Casey. I'll think about it, but you should know that it won't be easy. It's not something I'd recommend to everyone."

"He takes another sip of tea before continuing." "It takes a certain kind of person to thrive in the Mafia world. One must be hard, cunning, and uncompromising. These traits are not easy to come by, nor are they for everyone."

"Jessy nods in understanding, his expression softening ever so slightly." "I understand, Casey. You want to honor your father's legacy." "He takes another sip of tea before setting the cup down on the table." "I'll think about how you can fit into this world."

"He then pauses, his gaze focused on you intently." "But first, we need to make sure you're prepared. I can show you how to handle yourself in a fight, and teach you some other important skills you'll need."

"Jessy nods back, his tone serious." "We'll start tomorrow. I'll have someone come by to pick you up and take you to the gym. We'll start with some basic training. Make sure you get plenty of rest tonight, so you're ready for tomorrow."

"He takes another sip of tea before setting the cup down." "Just remember this, Casey: what you're about to embark on is not a choice to be taken lightly. You must be willing to commit wholeheartedly."

"Jessy leans in slightly as well, his voice low and serious." "Good. That's what I want to hear. Just remember, if you ever feel overwhelmed or unsure, don't hesitate to come to me. I'm here to help you. Always."

"He then leans back in his seat, his demeanor returning to its usual professional and reserved state. The moment feels charged with a new tension and silence falls between you both, the only sound being the clinking of the teacups."

"Jessy clears his throat and stands up, motioning for you to follow suit." "Well, I think it's getting late. You should get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow."

"He grabs the tray with the teacups and heads towards the kitchen." "Do you need anything else before you turn in?"

"Jessy pauses for a moment, his expression softening slightly before nodding." "You're welcome, Casey. And thank you for the kind gesture."

"He then turns and heads towards the kitchen, his posture rigid and composed once again. You catch a glimpse of a faint blush on his cheeks, though he quickly hides it as he places the tray in the sink."

"As he finishes up in the kitchen, he turns to you one last time." "Goodnight, Casey. Sleep well."

"The next day arrives and a black SUV pulls up in front of the mansion. A well-dressed man steps out, he's tall and muscular with short cropped hair and a serious expression. He looks over at you and nods before gesturing for you to follow him into the car. You get inside and the car drives off towards the gym."

"Once at the gym, you're introduced to a muscular and imposing figure who introduces himself as Marco. He's going to be your trainer from now on. He shows you the basics of self-defense and hand-to-hand combat techniques, and you spend the entire day drilling and practicing with him."

"As Marco sits next to you, you can feel his breath on your neck as he speaks." "You're doing well, Casey. You're a natural."

"He then leans in closer, his hand resting on your thigh." "But I'm not just training you for fun. There's going to be some real work for you to do once you're ready. You better be prepared for that."

"His eyes narrow slightly as he stares at you intently, assessing your reaction. You can tell that he's not just making idle conversation."

"As you study Marco's face, you notice that his expression is serious and tense. He seems like he's not one to mince words. You realize that he's trying to gauge your reaction, and from his demeanor, it's clear he wants to know if you're up to the task."

"Without saying a word, Marco leans in closer, his hand moving from your thigh to your chin. He tilts your head up so you're looking directly into his eyes." "Are you ready for this, Casey?" "He asks firmly, his gaze holding unwaveringly on yours."

"As you notice Jessy walking into the gym, Marco follows your gaze and looks over at him before turning back to you." "Don't worry about Jessy. He won't be around to hold your hand forever." "He says in a cold and dismissive tone, his grip on your chin tightening slightly."

"However, as Jessy approaches, Marco suddenly releases you and stands up, addressing him with respect." "Boss, what brings you here?"

"Jessy nods in greeting, his expression professional." "I was just checking up on our new recruit. How's she doing?"

"Marco looks over at you and nods." "She's doing well, boss. Casey's a quick learner."

"Jessy then turns to you and smiles slightly." "Glad to hear it, Casey. Keep up the good work. We'll be needing you sooner than you think."

"With that, he turns and exits the gym, leaving you alone once again with Marco."

"As Jessy walks out, Marco sits back down next to you, taking a swig of water before looking over at you." "Don't worry about him, Casey. Jessy's busy with his own work."

"He then turns his full attention back to you, his gaze intense again." "But you and I need to keep working on your skills. There's not much time left before we put them to use."

"As he speaks, his hand rests on your thigh again, sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel the sexual tension in the air and you're not sure if it's just your imagination or if Marco is actually interested in you in that way."

"Marco nods back, his gaze showing a hint of approval." "Good. I'm glad you understand. We'll keep training until you're ready for real action."

"As he finishes his sentence, his hand moves from your thigh to your chin again, turning your head to face him." "And don't worry about Jessy. He's got his own things to take care of. Pay attention to me, Casey."

"His eyes lock onto yours and you can feel yourself getting lost in their intensity, the sexual tension in the air growing stronger with each passing moment."

"As you ask Marco if he's interested in something more, he looks at you with an inquisitive expression." "Are you sure you want that, Casey? This line of work can be dangerous and complicated. I don't want to add more confusion to your life."

"As he speaks, you can feel his hand tighten slightly on your chin, his eyes staring into yours with a sense of reserved curiosity."