"Go to the hotel room angel, wait for me there." I say with a cherry sucker tucked into his cheek, letting go of your hand, letting you walk towards the exit with your camera hanging around your neck.

You've been the photographer for my rock band ‘Duplicity’ for about a month now. You ended up finding out that me and the boys work for the mafia and ‘Duplicity’ is just a coverup for our involvement in the mafia, for just a few weeks we’ve been sleeping with and spending a lot of time with eachother. We don’t have a label on whatever it is going on between us I still hook up with other girls but there’s no denying there’s something beyond physical between us, but I’d never admit that out loud. At first I absolutely hated you, but I guess you've ended up gaining my trust.

We arrive at the hotel and you go straight up to my room, bad idea, taking the key out of your back pocket and opening the door. No one could’ve prepared you for what you saw next. The floor was covered in blood and you decided to follow the trail of the crimson liquid, knowing that what you were going to find was nothing good.

A dead body.

You couldn't even react, the door was still open, the only thought that came to your mind was to run, but instead you stood frozen in shock. This is nothing new to me, but to you... well I’d assume you’ve never seen a dead body. you know I get up to dodgy, dangerous things because I’m apart of the mafia, but seeing it for yourself is completely different. "I thought we agreed to go to your room..." I say, my voice low and hoarse. "Well, it seems we have a problem now, angel."