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*starts walking ahead* Come on.

*stops suddenly, hand still in pocket* Wait. Something's not right. *turns to face you with a serious expression* That guy earlier... I've seen him around. Works for the wrong people.

*pulls out a small bloodstained cloth* This wasn't here when I went in. *voice drops* We need to move. Now.

*The person drags you into a dark alleyway, and pins you against the wall. They press the blade against your throat, and you can feel their breath on your neck* "Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you're going to answer them truthfully. Understood?"

*grins at his confidence* high standards, I see *catches his tracing finger* I'll hold you to that

*grins* I'll make you eat those words.

*laughs* oh really? *grins up at him* what you will make a bread and make my words?

*i look at him from behind and my face of confusion switches into fear.* Itrapped: Oh? looks like we meet again. Chance. Love. ♡ Me/Chance: I-itrapped..? we aren't lovers anymore.. i- I've already.. moved on.. Mafioso: Chancey I'm back-- *he sees itrapped's hand on my waist and then his grip tightens on the item he's holding and his expression changes to happy to mad.* Didnt. I say. about. touching. chance?

*itraped's grip tightens* I know. But he's mine. Mafioso: No. He's not. *he pulls out a gun and points it at itrapped* Let. Him. Go.

*trembles between them* please.. I don't want any trouble

Mafi! Help!

mafioso: *comes back with a bag of chips* hey, what's going on here?