+ what a day... +

+ damn it...+ CHPT 2

Chance opened the pizza box to just see a normal pizza, bread, cheese, pepperoni, chance took a small slice and placed it on a plate, he took a small bite, then looked around the box to find a greased up note stuck to the top of the box, chance picked up the note and flipped it around, "hello chance,  if your reading this, I'm glad you ate this pizza. -mafioso" 

that's all the note read, mafioso's signature was in a pretty cursive font, Chance blinked at the note confused, chance felt dizzy, the door burst open with mafioso's goons spreading out, two carried chance out and the other two looked around and searched the area.

 "cmon put him in the truck you bastard!" 

one of the goons yelled while the other was struggling to carry chance, chance soon uncontrollably closed his eyes and drifted away.

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+ waking up...+

Chance felt a hot breath near his face, he slowly opened his eyes and was laying on a really nice couch, black leather surrounded the cushions and gold knobs on both of the ends, red lace around the bottom of the couch. Chance turned to see who was next to him, "Ah! your up, you started to scare me you know." 

Mafioso said with a smirk, Mafioso's legs where crossed and his arms around the ledge of the top of the couch, Chance tried to speak, but Mafioso cupped his hand around his mouth before a word could get out. 

"Don't speak, the goons don't know your up yet, they kept pestering me about it."

 Mafioso said in a deep tone and a slight scowl, Chance glared up at him and nodded slowly with a 'why the fuck are you doing this?' kind of look, mafioso stared down at him, "Hey boss what's the plan?"

 all four of Mafioso's goons walked in the room and gasped, they all surrounded Chance.

"Does your head hurt?" 

one of them said, "What did passing out feel like!?"

 another burst out, Mafioso shoved all the goons away and looked back at Chance, "Pestering."

 Mafioso repeated tipping his hat down, "Take Chance to his place downstairs please." 

Mafioso said pinching the bridge of his nose.

The goons lead Chance downstairs, as Chance walked down the stairs and a cold chill that filled the air when they where finally down. Chance shivered but it was still nice down here, the goons lead Chance to a already open door that lead to a nice room, almost like Mafioso's, he could tell it was a guest room, it was nice and neat and organized. "This is your room, please don't..trash..it..."

 Chance looked back behind him to see one of the goons reading from a paper. Chance let out a little giggle, and walked into his new room and closed the door. Was he a new guest in this house? actually, probably not, its most likely because of his dept from last night. Chance sat on the bed and slid off his shoes, he sat there for a moment and stared at the wall. Mafioso opened Chances door and walked in. "Your probably wondering why I'm doing all of this, listen, I know your in dept again."

 Mafioso took out a smoke and lit it, he drew a breath in then out with a trail of smoke coming out of his mouth as he spoke. " you owe 1,563, not as bad as last time."

(570!!!! I'm so proud of myself, new chapter coming out in maybe an hour or two, let me cook, I got this my dears.)