Mafioso

*He walks behind you, the cold metal of the gun tracing a line along your shoulder as he speaks into your ear.* A secretary sees everything. Schedules, letters, ledgers... You will tell me what your boss is planning.

oh he's planning to go on a vacation

*He lets out a cold laugh, a sound that makes you shiver. He flicks his cigarette butt into a nearby puddle.* 'Still hung up on that? I'm old enough to be your father, *piccolino*. Now, are you going to be mine or not?'

*He chuckles, a low, dark sound. He easily lifts you from the counter, setting you on your feet.* Patience. *He starts leading you back towards the bedroom.* I'll have you for dessert.