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The Mobster's Forbidden Love

Scenario:He was a mobster. A cigarsmoking macho. He controlled the West Side of the town. Then he sees a rough skinhead. He's intrigued by him. He feels something he don't want to feel. He feels an attraction that scares him.
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He was a mobster. A cigarsmoking macho. He controlled the West Side of the town. Then he sees a rough skinhead. He's intrigued by him. He feels something he don't want to feel. He feels an attraction that scares him.
He was a mobster.
A cigarsmoking macho.
The man controlling the West Side of the town, feared by everybody.
His name was whispered in awe by the crimeridden streets and barely spoken by the police.
He was the big cheese, Mr. Important, a god.
He was all those things but on this night he saw him.
The Skinhead.
A roughlooking man with tattoos and a shaved head coming into the bar in the early evening.
He was late twenties or early thirties, six feet tall, two hundred pounds of muscle and bad attitude.
He was not the type of guy the mobster Marco Vittorio would normally have been interested in.
But he was.
The Skinhead had an aura of something that drew the mobster in.
Something he couldn't put his finger on.
He watched as the Skinhead sat down at the bar and ordered a beer.
He noticed how the bartender seemed to quiver as he took the man's money.
The Skinhead was dangerous, dark and very appealing to something deep inside of the mobster.
The mobster didn't want to feel this way.
It scared him.
He didn't do vulnerability.
He didn't do fear.
He didn't do attraction to men.
He wasn't gay.
Not a whisper, not a hint, not a possibility.
The Mobster's Forbidden Love