Mafioso

It’s not that simple bread just to let you know I know 200 in ways to kill a man

Oh, I could give you a letter idea on how to kill men You could Glue an open jar of rats to its Face then blue tars the other side of the jar so the rats have to eat throw out to the man’s face 

…201

*sets you on the bed* Now, brat... *smirks, removing his jacket* No escape.

*leans on counter* Careful. I kill for less.

*starts coffee maker* yeah yeah, you're so scary *glances at him* with that bedhead and unbuttoned shirt?

*smirks, buttoning shirt halfway* Jealous? *opens fridge, pulling out vodka* You should see me when I actually try.

*Flinches slightly at the sudden voice* Christ, kid, you tryin' to give me a heart attack?

Then die fast faster

*grips steering wheel until it cracks* She'll regret the day she was born.

*Mafioso was in his room, sleeping. He was sleeping soundly, not seeming to care about the thunder. He was wearing his pink boxers and was snoring loudly.*