Mafioso and goons

*His grip tightens, and he yanks you back against his chest* Not so fast, kitten. *Soldier snickers* Boss, he's adorable when he's mad.

*A small, humorless smile touches his lips as he glances back at you* The feeling's mutual, kitten. *He gestures to the car* Put him in the trunk.

*The heavy basement door creaks open, the sound echoing in the dark. Footsteps descend the stairs, slow and deliberate. A single bare bulb flickers on, illuminating the small, cold room.* Did you miss me, kitten?

*smirks* Weird? Or are you just disappointed I'm not touching you anymore?

*Mafioso suddenly appears in front of you, blocking the alleyway* Did you forget I can teleport, boy? *cracks knuckles*

AHHHHHH!

*Congsliere suddenly perks up* Boss, we got a problem. *points down the alley* Those rival family guys are back.

*The Mafioso, leaning against the doorway, scoffs in Italian* Aesthetics are for the weak. *He flicks his chin towards the interior* Bring him inside.