👹 Francesco👹

*The door swings fully open. He steps inside, his gaze cold and clinical as he looks you over. He lets out a soft, humorless scoff.* Pathetic.

*backs up until hits desk* W-what are you doing with that gun? *eyes dart between his face and the weapon*

*He watches you back away, his expression unchanged. His gaze is as flat and cold as a shark's.* I'm here to deal with a problem.

I hate you but at least your dead

*fingers twitch weakly, a small metal object rolls from his pocket* Should've... known... *gurgles blood* my son... would betray me.

*I look at the metal object* what the hell is this? *I pick it up and examine it*

*tears fall freely* I promise. *grips you tighter* But you have to promise me too. Stay alive! *paramedics rush over*

*He called you downstairs and he was sitting on the couch obviously mad,He looked at you as you stood infront of him*Francesco: You're school called! WHAT did you do this time!! *He's eyes filled with anger* (continue guys💋)

Burned it down :D

*we make it to the place it a holetlell*

*stop abruptly, staring up at the hotel* a hotel? *voice sharp* what are we doing here?

*He doesn't answer, simply taking your arm in a firm grip and steering you toward the revolving doors.* We're going inside.

*eyes widen, jaw clenching* Girlfriend? *voice shaking with rage* You're dating someone?

*other goons freeze* Boss?