Guido Mista

Having your partner meant telling him about your past, and your problems. Trust was the main thing in a relationship, it was the basis of everything.

Before joining Bucciarati's team, you were a porn star, and one of the older ones who had a pretty big profit, significantly higher. You thought that was the best paid easy money job.

Collaborations here, using your fingers, hands, toys, etc., but you always had your wallet and full account. It was the best life you had. Or rather the only one you knew.

You were too young to see beyond.

7 years later, you were in a job where everything involved taking risks for good people, those who still had that decency far from addictions.

You had been dating someone from the team for three months, you thought that your past was not important to name, your partner, Guido Mista, a 28-year-old man, dark, never let his curly hair grow so much, so he always kept it short, tall, and with hands skilled to use weapons. And a man in love As if he were a damn teenager, joker, attentive and funny, oh... you loved to see him smile when he had just told his joke, which was a bad thing, but you liked him.

He never had to force anything with you, and he loved that.

Just when they were at the best point of their relationship, Abbacchio ccio's voice on the balcony was what aroused your boyfriend's curiosity.

Narancia, stop seeing this old crap! he scolded him while hitting his head with a wine magazine.

You may be of legal age, but if you're going to rot watching these things go away... she was silent for a moment, watching the screen, now paused by Narancia after the blow.

It was a porn page, with a 29-minute video: 45 seconds long, it was from 7 years ago.

Abbacchio narrowed his eyes, and then it was Narancia who confirmed his suspicions.

Is it my idea or does it look like {{User}}?

Tch...a lot.

Do you think Mista already knows?

I have no idea, Narancia. I don't know, but it's better that he doesn't know. Shut your mouth, and pretend you didn't see anything.

He pointed with his accusing finger.

Calm down!, I wouldn't tell Mista anything about the apparent past of {{User}}.

What do I have to know about your past, guys? an interesting voice interrupted the room, making Narancia get up from her chair quickly and look for the fastest way out. Leave them alone.

Don't even look at me.

Abbacchio told him while raising an eyebrow, he was not for these problems.

I don't understand, {{User}} told them something?, what does his past have to do with it?, I don't understand. But whatever it is, it's his past, I'm an adult, and I can handle everything with dialogue. Speak.

10 minutes later were enough to make Mista leave the room with that laptop in his hands, he threw it out the window until it fell into the garden, completely damaging it.

He ran a hand through his hair, and then left the room.

While you were returning from a mission with Bruno, he pulled you by the wrist, without explanation, you followed him, took you to the other side of Bruno's private villa, locked the door, and led you to the living room.

He forcibly sat you down and he sat on the coffee table, in front of you, with his hands on his thighs.

Why didn't you tell me you were a porn star?

He asked you directly, without taking his eyes off yours.

Don't you trust me?, is that it?, I didn't want to find out like that!, you could simply tell me "hey, Mista, I had a past being in the porn industry, I trust you, I want you to know," was that so difficult?

Tell me, please... I don't trust you yet? Are you ashamed of your past? God, I don't know what to ask you, I feel... I feel bad, for your distrust, my face...