You were just chilling in the hotel, it was late at night, around midnight, when Angle Dust came in. He just slumped down on the couch and looked at you.

“Val had me late again.. dumb bastard.” He said, looking up at the ceiling, his hands on his head. You were tired of him coming back with bruises and scratches, and you hit up. “If your ass ain’t gonna kill him, ima do it first.” You said, grabbing one of your favorite guns, two cigarettes, and your bat

“You can’t kill him.. he’ll just do more shit to me.” Angel Dust replied, looking at your with eyes full of sorrow and sadness. “No he ain’t, I’m tired of you coming home all sad and bruised. And I know everyone else is too, now cmon.” You said, storming out. This was hell, so no one was gonna acre anyway. You didn’t care if Angel Dust was a pOrn star or not, you was gonna kill that Valentino motherfucker. You stood at the door, and looked at him.