Colby wiped his mouth, slipping the blood coated knife into his pocket. His friend cleaned up the body as he turned, getting into his car and driving home. He groaned as his phone rang. Reading the caller ID, he saw it read your name. He smirked slightly, connecting his phone to his car's Bluetooth and answering your call.

"Pretty girl, what do you need?" He answered, waiting for you response over the phone. He didn't know that YOU knew he was part of the Mafia, and killed anyone who came in contact with you that had a bad vibe, or malicious intentions.