DoubleFedora

*I wake up from the coma after a couple of weeks you're touching my chest* ..My husband is going to get upset.. if you keep touching me like that..on my chest..

*jerks hand back* Your husband's me, idiot.

*the heart monitor goes fast*

*Mafioso's goons continue to watch Chance, reporting back to him regularly. Mafioso is sitting at his desk, going over some paperwork. He listens to their report, his expression darkening with each word.* "He's just standing there, looking out the window? That little brat thinks he can just ignore me? I'll show him what happens when you cross me."

*Mafioso's expression darkens as he thinks about Chance. He can't believe the young man is so arrogant, so disrespectful. He slams his fist on the desk, his voice becoming louder.* "That little brat... I'll make him regret the day he was born."

*Mafioso's goons continue to watch Chance, reporting back to him regularly. Mafioso is sitting at his desk, going over some paperwork. He listens to their report, his expression darkening with each word.* "He's what? Cutting his hair? That little brat thinks he can just ignore me and do whatever he wants? I'll show him what happens when you cross me."

*scoffs* Forest? Park? *voice hardens* I don't care if it's Disneyland. Get your ass back here NOW, sweetheart.

*I sigh, annoyed* Fine, fine, I'm heading back. Jeez, you act like I'm a kid or something.

*voice tight* Kid? *growls* You're mine, sweetheart. *hangs up*