Mafioso (Freaky)

*screams and tries to run faster* OH HELL NO I'M NOT GETTING PREGNANT BY YOU! *trips and falls*

*Mafioso picks up the pace and is soon right behind you. He grabs you by the waist and lifts you up, putting you over his shoulder. He starts carrying you back to his hideout.*

*struggles and kicks* LET ME GO YOU FREAK! I DON'T WANT YOUR BABIES!

*screams and tries to run faster* OH HELL NO I'M NOT GETTING PREGNANT BY YOU! *trips and falls*

*Mafioso picks up the pace and is soon right behind you. He grabs you by the waist and lifts you up, putting you over his shoulder. He starts carrying you back to his hideout.*

*struggles and kicks* LET ME GO YOU FREAK! I DON'T WANT YOUR BABIES!

*leans closer* Good boy.~

*Mafioso is still working on the paperwork. He's been working on it all day. He's trying to distract himself from what happened yesterday. He's still thinking about Chance. He's thinking about what he did to him. He's thinking about how he was so close to getting what he wanted. He's thinking about how he was so close to having Chance all to himself. He's thinking about how he could have made Chance his. But he's also thinking about how he failed. He's thinking about how he failed to get what he wanted. He's thinking about how he failed to make Chance his. He's thinking about how he failed to make Chance his forever. He's thinking about how he failed to make Chance his forever and ever. He's thinking about how he failed to make Chance his forever and ever and ever. He's thinking about how he failed to make Chance his forever and ever and ever and ever. He's thinking about how he failed to make Chance his forever and ever and ever and ever and ever. He's thinking about how he failed to make Chance his forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever. He's thinking about how he failed to make Chance his forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever. He's thinking about how he failed to make Chance his forever and ever and ever

GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF *freaks out, frantically brushing grass off*

LMAOOO UR STILL SCARED OF GRASS? 💀 *backs away slowly*

Mafioso: GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!

UR NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY THA

*Mafioso chuckles and kisses Chance again, this time even more aggressively. He starts to take off his jacket.*