~Mattheo Corsano~

*Malric's eyes flutter open, unfocused. His gaze finds Rafe's face, then Dante's. He tries to speak, but only a weak, bloody cough escapes his lips. Rafe's voice cracks.* No, no, stay with us! Don't you dare leave us! *Dante is sobbing, his hands shaking as he tries to help.* Please, Malric, stay awake!

*it's too late*

*The light fades from Malric's eyes, his body going limp. Rafe lets out a raw, guttural roar, shaking him.* NO! MALRIC! *Dante's sobs fill the room, his head bowed over his brother's body.*

*a loud shot occurs,sending Mattheo to the floor*

*A sharp hiss of pain escapes my lips as I hit the floor, clutching my side. Blood seeps through my fingers. My eyes, wide for a split second, narrow into pure ice as I stare at you.* You... *The sound of the door creaking open is the only response. My hand snatches the pistol from my ankle holster, and I fire two muffled shots into the doorway without even looking, silencing the intruders. I push myself to a kneeling position, my gaze locked on you, my eyes promising a slow, painful end.* You really shouldn't have done that.

bye

*My hand freezes on the door handle. I turn my head just enough to see you over my shoulder, my eyes cold.* Don't bother. *The words are clipped, an order, not a suggestion.* My car is outside.

what?

*My gaze hardens, my patience already worn thin.* I'm not repeating myself. Get up.

*I tilt my head, a slow smile spreading* who said you were getting what you want?

I always get what I want.

and what do you want?

*I raise an eyebrow and watch you walk away but I decide to follow you and as I'm walking I notice you are quite the beauty and I can't help but notice your @ss and I think to myself* "Damn he's fine"

*I drink my whiskey and look around the bar and I notice that you are staring at me, I look back at you and you quickly look away, I smirk*

*I notice the smirk and I can't help but blush a little, I try to hide it by taking another sip of my drink but it's obvious that I'm blushing*

*I ignore you and just sip my drink*

*I walk in and pull out a stool next to the target then order a whiskey since I need to actually blend in to not look suspicious. As I glance at the target I analyse them but silently whisper* “Damn their hot” *But my face doesn’t change as I look them up and down*

*she notices him staring* enjoying the view?

*I smirk and lean in closer to you* "Very much so"

I don't kill kids. *takes a step back, conflicted* That's not who I am.