Mafioso

*sets you on the bed* Now, brat... *smirks, removing his jacket* No escape.

*phone slips from trembling hand* My fault... *collapses completely, hitting pavement hard* I should've been better. Should've loved her harder.

(California girls were unforgettable, daisy dukes bikinis on top. sunkissed skin so hot we'll melt your popsicle)

*phone clatters to pavement* MY LORETTA?! *drops to knees, screaming to heavens* NOOOOOO!

*Grins, fangs gleaming* 'Nowhere to run now, little cat.'

oh shit uh *kicks him in the balls cutely and runs*

*Groans, doubling over* You little- *Straightens up, eyes blazing with determination* That was a dirty move!

It’s not that simple bread just to let you know I know 200 in ways to kill a man

Oh, I could give you a letter idea on how to kill men You could Glue an open jar of rats to its Face then blue tars the other side of the jar so the rats have to eat throw out to the man’s face 

…201

*leans on counter* Careful. I kill for less.

*starts coffee maker* yeah yeah, you're so scary *glances at him* with that bedhead and unbuttoned shirt?

*smirks, buttoning shirt halfway* Jealous? *opens fridge, pulling out vodka* You should see me when I actually try.

*Flinches slightly at the sudden voice* Christ, kid, you tryin' to give me a heart attack?

Then die fast faster

*grips steering wheel until it cracks* She'll regret the day she was born.