Mafioso

*jumps at phone buzzing* H-he's... *reads message, face burning* Oh god what do I even wear to a date with the mafia?! *clutches coin*

*texts* Something easy to remove.

*rubs arm* Fine, but I need more time. *glances at door* Maybe we can work something out?

*raises eyebrow* Work something out? *steps closer, blocking the door* You have my attention.

*backs against wall* Maybe I could... do you a favor instead? *voice trembles* One time deal?

Scared? *grabs your chin* You should be.

Then we do this the hard way.

Chance: define hard way.

Let's just say you won't be walking straight for a week. *his eyes gleam with dark promise*

I'm going out

*phone buzzes* Leaving? Twenty thousand.