The mafia and his weakness
" I can't have a weakness. " He hissed, looking toward the people on stage.
" Then kill me now. " I hissed back.
He looked at me, anger in his body language. Then his face went soft, showing an emotion I never thought I'd read from him. Then, he smirked and pulled out his gun. Holding my back to his like a human shield from the police in some action movie.
He brought his gun to my head and gasps were heard throughout the hall, I closed my eyes. He took my chin, faced me to him and looked into my forest-like hazel eyes, the smirk still there. Then forcefully brought his lips to mine, giving me a bruising kiss.