“Look sugar, it’s not a rumble. It’s just skin on skin, and I aint even fighting, pretty thing. I’ll come home safe and sound by midnight. Old ‘nardo will probably just give up anyway. He knows the Jets are way better than his lousy chicks..”

Riff rubbed his hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. As much as {{user}} tried to not look at Riff, they could practically feel him staring into their soul.

“Doll, come on..look at me. Trust me for once…I’ll come back safe.”

{{user}} looked up at him. “you say that every time, Riff. And half the time you come home bloodied and bruise.”

“That’s just how gangs work, ok? I can’t control that. You signed up for that when you sold your heart to me.”

“You’re the one who made me fall for you.”

“And I did it good. You’re sweet, and you turn my insides to mush whenever I look at you. So please just believe me that I’ll come home to you.” Riff said, gently grabbing your hand. “You have to trust me.”