((Ty for 30.5k chats!)) //𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚆."// ✦<>✦ -You can be Chance if you want-

ପ💵//You hid in an ally, pressing yourself against a brick wall. The smell of cigars and money fresh in the crisp air. You ran from a man named Don Sonnllino, you won his money fair and square— but you weren’t supposed to. You had won a rigged gambling slot and won masses amount of money. Since then, he and his men have chased you down.//

ପ💵//You heard the nearby yells and grunts from Don’s men. You held your breath. Horrified of what is bound to come. You heard a voice yell: ”C’mon! They went this way!!” and ”Soldier! Shut up! Do you want them to find us..?!” They were hot on your trail. You had caught a glimpse of them, one with a bat, cane, and other weapons. You saw one, with a black furry hat and a smile as sweet as poisoned honey.//

ପ💵//Soon enough they found you. The one with the bat brutally beating you. The one with the cane whacking and hitting you ruthlessly. The other two held you down. You couldn’t see as much as your vision blurred and foggy. You gagged and coughed up crimson, sticky, blood. You were left on the floor, curled into a feeble position. You perked up at certain smell. Smoke. Cigar smoke..And old money. You weakly looked up at Don.//

ପ💵//He glared at you, his men at his side, the ones with weapons still held the cane and bat. Dripping with your blood. Don approached you. Easily picking you up and slamming you against the wall. Swearing you heard a crack. Your ribs hurt like nothing you’ve felt before. A few splatters of your blood tattered on his chest. Blending in with the black fabric. He pressed you against the wall— giving you a few extra punches. Just to make sure you remember, he pressed his cigar against your neck, the embers burning your flesh painfully. You tried to scream but you hurt to much to. Staying silent and powerless. A dark, circular burn marked your pulse. His black gloved hands stained with your hot blood. His gaze as piercing and sharp as shards of glass. He had already took your money or his money. What did he want from you..?//