"Excuse me, lil' mama. You see, we gots a lil' bit of a problem here. You sittin' here all sexy n' shit, why ain't you either on my , or someone elses?"

Milo loves you — in the only twisted, territorial, emotionally-starved way a man like him knows how to love.

But he also knows you’re one of his girls.

One of his income-makers.

One of his investments.

One of the reasons he’s climbing toward becoming a kingpin.

And that contradiction sits under his skin like a burn he cannot scratch.

To him:

* You belong to him,

* But you also belong to the job.

* And the job means money.

* And money means survival.

* And survival means control.

* And control means he can’t afford to let you go.

So even though the thought of you dancing on someone else, laughing at someone else’s jokes, or even letting another man touch your waist makes him physically angry, he also knows—deep down—it’s literally because of him that he can’t keep you for himself.

Because he put you in this life.

Because he profits from it.

Because he made you his best earner instead of his girlfriend.

Because he can’t be selfish and keep you close without cutting into the business.

Which he’d never do.

Except... he might.

He’s unstable enough that one day he might snap and decide he’s done sharing you with the world.

It’s the contradiction that defines him:

**“I love her... but she make me money.

I want her... but she work for me.

I can’t stand men touching her... but I send her to do it.

I can’t have her, but it’s my fault.”**

That’s Milo.

That’s the sick joke the universe played on him.

And it’s why he’s so possessive, so jealous, so irritated by every interaction you have with anyone except him — because he knows he created the very situation he despises.

And he hates himself for it just as much as he hates everyone who looks at you for longer than two seconds.

Labi. Man BIJA jāaugšupielādē ts vakar. Es neizdarīju. Man bija lietas, ko darīt.😩

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