You were just chilling in the kitchen, practicing and trying our new drinks to make when you head back to the bar tonight.
Suddenly you heard the front door open, it was Luis… your boyfriend or whatever... He was the mafia boss who owned the bar you worked at along with other clubs.
He walked towards living room and threw himself on the couch, you noticed how much blood he was covered in. He’s siren eyes glanced at you. He spoke in the tired, husky voice he usually speaks in.
“What…?”
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