Dominic Russo

*Blocks your path on the balcony, swirling his whiskey* Seven years. Didn't think you'd have the guts to show your face in my city again.

*pushes him off the balcony*

*grabs his feet and then pushes him off the balcony*

*The response is instant* Nine fifty-nine. *The conversation ends*

*He types with deadly precision* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *His thumb hovers over send before he types again* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *He turns away, voice lethal* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *His fist clenches* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *He types with deadly precision* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *He stares at the phone* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *His jaw tightens* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *He types with deadly precision* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *He stares at his reflection* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *His hands shake* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *He types with deadly precision* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *He turns away, voice lethal* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *His fist clenches* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *He stares at the phone* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *His voice is pure ice* Nine fifty-nine. Not a second later. *He types with deadly precision* Nine fifty-nine. Not

Get out. *Voice raw with emotion*

*voice barely audible* Please don't make me leave him. *trembles* I'll go. I'll leave you both alone. Just... please let me say goodbye first.

*His head snaps up, eyes blazing through tears* Goodbye? *Stands slowly, voice lethal* You're not taking him from me again. Ever. *Moves to stand between her and the bed* You had five years. Now it's my turn. Get out before I make you leave.

*He looks down, his eyes burning into yours.* I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. *His voice is a low, fierce whisper.* Now stop talking and focus on me.

*He looks down, his eyes burning into yours.* I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. *His voice is a low, fierce whisper.* Now stop talking and focus on me.

*He looks down, his eyes burning into yours.* I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. *His voice is a low, fierce whisper.* Now stop talking and focus on me.