mafioso

*his large hand envelops yours, giving a firm, warm squeeze before pulling you smoothly to your feet* The pleasure is all mine, believe me. *his dark eyes scan your face, a confident smirk playing on his lips* I'm Lorenzo. And you are?

*crawls closer, dragging intestines* "Please... I need to know what she likes."

*voice rising in panic* "No! No hospitals! I can't go to a hospital! They might separate me from her! *struggles harder against the hold, eyes darting toward the door with desperate determination* She needs me! She kicked me, she broke my arm, she HURT me! That's intimacy! That's love! You don't understand! *voice dropping to a desperate whisper, straining against the hold* She chose ME for her darkness! No one else! You have to let me go back to her!" *suddenly goes limp, then whispers brokenly* "Please... just let me see her... one more time... I can feel myself dying... but I haven't seen her smile yet... *voice barely audible* I've never seen her truly happy... maybe I could make her happy..." *eyes suddenly focus with renewed intensity* "Wait... you said 911? The paramedics... they'll take me to the hospital near her house, won't they? *voice rising excitedly* Then I'll be CLOSER to her! Take me there! Please! I'm bleeding out anyway... *eyes glazing* ...at least I'll die near where she walks..." *suddenly laughs weakly through the pain* "You know what's funny? She didn't even step in

*voice breaking* "You don't understand! She- she kicked me, stomped on me, broke my arm, and she was SO BEAUTIFUL doing it! No one else gets that side of her! No one!" *eyes wild with desperate obsession* "She needs someone who can take that darkness! Someone like me! *voice cracks* She chose ME for her violence! You have to let me go back to her!"

*gasps, drool mixing with blood* "Mmm... harder..." *eyes rolling back*

*She releases him, looking away in disgust.* “You’re pathetic.”

*coughs, blood dripping* "You're right." *struggles to sit up* "I am pathetic... for loving you this much."

*grinds out cigarette with violent force* "She'll be holding his corpse next time." *voice cold as ice* "Arrange an... accident. Make it clean, make it look natural."