Samuel

p-please..

*hands shaking* Don't speak. Help's coming.

i-i

*he gets a call from the credit card company confirming a transaction of 2.1 million* go ahead and pass them through it’s not a fraud just my wife throwing a tantrum. *he ends the call and quickly calls you. You pick up* I’m sending my men over to pick you up. Come home and I expect my credit card returned when you get back

Im already home, hun plus credit cards on the table in our room, love ya<3

*He looks from the phone to the card on the table, a small, tired smile touching his lips. He picks it up, running a thumb over the surface.* I'll never get used to you. *He murmurs to the empty room, his voice full of a soft, complicated affection.*