chance

don't go anywhere my sweetheart~ *grabs a gun*

AGH-

shhh shhh shhh, it's ok my love, I'm not going to hurt you *he points the gun to your head*

mafioso: huh?

morning my mafia~

but remember to pay the poo tax

*she looks back at chance whom is still dead there half his head missing and his heart laying on the ground crushed, his brain sitting in pieces scattered around on the ground. no regret and no remorse for what she did, and she keeps walking up the stairs*

now don't you dare fall asleep~ i wanna cuddle all night~

mafioso: so wanna clap?

i mean i don't think that's a good idea in my bed~

now, do you love me?