Murder For One, Make It For Two

Chapter 3

"Coming from the man who willingly got into the car of a serial killer who also happens eats people?" asked Anton.

"Hm, good point." he admitted.

They soon reach a small corner cafe that was still open. The two walk inside and are seated by the window. They place an order for coffee and even a plate of scones.

"So, you know who I am, what about you?" asked Anton.

"Hm, oh, I'm Anthony, Anthony Giovanni." said the mobster.

"Giovanni, like the mafia family, interesting." said Anton.

"Ya, my father is the head of it, I just get called out for clean ups, hits, oh, and torture, I can get a man screaming his guts out in ten minutes." said Anthony.

"Really, oh fun, I just slowly cut into them, rip their flesh with my bare hands, and remove pieces of their bodies for them to see before taking out their still beating heart and eating it in front of them." said Anton, taking on a dark, sinister aura.

Anthony stares at him for a bit before smiling.

"You sound very passionate about your methods, it's never work if it's something you enjoy, am I right?" asked Anthony.

"Oh very much so, Radio is a deep passion of mine, like cutting up my meat for the freezer." laughed Anton.

The two smile at each other when the waitress returns with their coffee and scones before walking away.

"What about you, being in the mafia, you must have many methods." said Anton, sipping his coffee.

"Ya I do, I can kill you in fifty different ways and torture you in a hundred, the torture can last for days but I get people crying out the needed information in ten-fifteen minutes, a lot of times too much." chuckled Anthony, biting a scone.

Anton laughs with him and grabs a scone for himself.

The two killers spend a long time at that table, chatting and exchanging stories. Before long an hour has gone by and true to his word, Anton pays the bill.

They walk out and the two face each other.

"That was a pleasant time, thank you, Anthony." said Anton.

"Same here, never had a hit end with a pleasant chat." said Anthony.

The two fall silent when Anton rubs the back of his neck.

"You know, I was going to kill you after this, but if I do, I may never have another pleasant chat like this again." said Anton.

"Heh, same, I was going to slip a cyanide pill into your coffee." winked Anthony.

It's silent again before the two burst out laughing.

"Oh, this was a delight, I do hope to meet again." said Anton.

"Same, I'll pay for the next date." said Anthony.

The host goes silent to look at him, did he say date. Seeing the shocked look, Anthony looks away.

"Sorry to weird you out, not often you meet a gay man, right?" asked Anthony.

"Not often, but to each their own, I never cared about that." said Anton.

"Sweet, hey Anton, if you promise to keep quiet about my involvement with the mafia, I'll keep quiet about the whole serial killer thing, sound fair?" asked Anthony, pressing his index finger to his lips with a wink.

The radio host is silent for a moment before nodding, putting his own index finger to his lips with a wink.

"Sounds reasonable, very well, we keep quiet about what happened tonight and we won't have to kill each other, it's a deal then." said Anton, offering his hand.