As Frudi finished speaking, her mind began to wander back to the offer her dad had made her. Something mischievous sparked within her, and she thought to herself, 'What if I actually accept the offer from my dad? But with a twist, of course.'
She couldn't help but smile as she thought about the possibilities. She couldn't leave the mafia organization behind, and still be involved in a way that would allow her to settle the rivalry between the two families once and for all.
As she looked at Dylan, who was still sitting with his head down, looking sad and disappointed, Frudi's smile grew wider. She tried to pull him close, and Dylan looked up at her, his eyes questioning.
Frudi's hands were on either side of his face, and she leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "You really want to give us a chance to get close, right?"
Dylan nodded, his eyes locked on hers. "Yes, I really want to."
