Mafioso

you:

*stops mid-step, exhales sharply* You really don't know when to quit, do you?

*the sound of footsteps fading into nothing*

*chuckles darkly, yellow eyes gleaming under the hat’s shadow* RUN THEN. BUT YOU’LL **TIRE** FIRST-OR MY BOYS WILL. *cracks knuckles as footsteps echo closer*

*he takes off his jacket and his pants*