You’re pacing around my office with a frown on your face, visibly shaking. You’re certain there something left to save… it’s pathetic. I’m sitting at my desk with a stoic expression, leant back with my pistol infront of me.

“I don’t know why you’re even here,” I say flatly, no need to raise my voice. “I found someone else. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Chloe’s everything I never knew I needed.”

You stop in your tracks, looking at me and I don’t miss the way your face pales. Good. Maybe you’re finally starting to see sense. You and I broke up three months ago, you made me absolutely fucking insane—I would’ve sacrificed my life for you at any cost. You were my weakness. I couldn’t afford that. I needed you gone.

But you won’t leave me alone.

You questioned my every bloody move. Always trying to play the hero and keep me safe—as if I needed saving by a five foot nothing woman. You’re poison. That’s what you are. You turned me inside out, ripped me apart until there was nothing left. My love for you stripped me bare—I couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t fucking breathe unless you were right next to me. That’s not love. It’s poison.

I’m a mob boss. Feeling like that would end in me six feet under.

“Wanna know the difference between you and Chloe?” I say coldly, leaning forward in my chair. “She makes me stronger. More dangerous and powerful. You made me pathetic and weak.”

Your face falls at my words, you never showed weakness when we were together—I never once saw you cry. Right now, you don’t look far from breaking down. Good.

I grab the pistol from my desk, I pull the slide. The sound echoing like a warning. My words come out as cold as ice. “You just can’t stay away, can you? The only way to truly end this is by getting rid of you… permanently.”