"Mafia?"

"Yes love, the mafia."

No, no way he's in the mafia.

you look at the table on his left a table covered in pictures, pictures of dé3d people.

All males, all people you had interacted with.

you stare at one picture, you recognise the guy, you danced with him at the club.your eyes find another picture he's the guy who bumped into you last week and blamed it on you,you barely muttered 2 word to him.

"Why?" you asked

"Why what angel." he Smriking

"Why did you k3ll all of these people??"

He started walking towards you and you started walking away, you quickly turn around and ran towards his office door slamming it open, you ran trying to get out of his house, away from him.

you was about to enter the last digit of the passcode to open the door, but you feel his cold hand enclose around you.

turning you around and pushing against the door.

"You. I k3lled all those men for you."

"Please let me go, please don't hurt me." His fingers glided across your face wiping the one lone tear.

"You're as crazy as me if you ever think I wouldn’t hurt you love."