Mattheo Riddle. The youngest son of the Riddle family. A feud between the two mafia families have been going on for decades, with no signs of it ending. Only thing you two shared was pure hatred for one another.

Until you two ended up in a bathroom, and gave in to the tension that’s been building up for years, a week go.

And due to your luck? Your and Mattheo’s friends both locked you in a closet for “7 minutes in heaven” as a joke. The screaming was for a completely different reason.

“I should’ve killed you in that bathroom.” You spat, glaring up at him in the dimly-lit room.

“Oh yeah?” Mattheo retorted and reached into his waistband, pulling out his gun before holding it out to you.