"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
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MY BODY JERKS up as sweat covers my forehead, chest and neck. I'm breathing heavily and trying not to think about my dreams but whenever I close my eyes and begin to breathe in slowly, it all begins to pour in.
I begin to sing the song that always seems to help me calm down and sigh standing up and rub my eyes.
Walking towards my room I pull out some black sweatpants and an oversized hoodie deciding I want to take a walk. One of which already seems like a bad idea because my feet are aching but fuck it.
I grab my phone to check the time, seeing four numbers displayed across the screen. Three, zero, zero. It's three in the morning which means that I'm only running on 4 hours of sleep so far.
Nothing I'm not used to.
Leaving the building of my decently sized and decorated apartment and entering the cool night air of New York air is refreshing. It is spitting lightly and my sneakers hit multiple little puddles of water as I walk down the street and through a few stranded alleyways making satisfying sounds that brings a twitch of a smile to my face.
I'm beginning to enter the deeper parts of a certain alleyway that I usually run through whenever I'm trying to escape the FBI, NYPF etcetera and become conscious to little whimpers and cries of pleas not too far from where I am along with deep voices.
"P-please, I promise to pay t-the money. I just d-don't have it right n-now" I hear a man sniffle.
Out of dumb and idiotic curiosity I walk towards the noises and stand near one of the buildings that turn a corner to where the sounds are coming from, watching as three men beat down this one men who's practically helpless and begging for them to spare his life.
"Ti ho dato cinque mesi, Toby, that should've been enough for you to get my money. You've been owing me for a long time. Enough is enough. I can't keep letting you bitch out." There's a man in the middle, wearing an all black suit. He has a gun in hand and is pointing it between the eyes of who I guess is Toby. [I gave you 5, months Toby]
"Si, si lo so. Lo prenderò Russo, lo giuro," Toby cries, his nose is all bloody, his face fucked up, real good. [Yes, yes I know I'll get it Russo I swear]
"I don't have time for your stupid games and I'm not a very patient man either you know that. It's either you pay with your life or I'll pay your little brother another visit," his voice comes out darker, a type of which is angry but it also calm if you get what I mean.
Accepting his fate, Toby now bobs his head in defeat, muttering words of what seems to be to seeking for forgiveness before a gunshot echoes through the silent air. Slicing through it thinly, creating a pop noise in my ear. Well those were the damn most ugliest cries I've ever heard.
I sigh rolling my eyes and turn, ready to leave my few minutes of interesting entertainment, but of course luck is definitely not on my side literally ever and I find myself bumping into the side of a trash can and making it fall causing a hell of a lot of noise to be made.
