the sopranos · mobster · insecure · ambitious · new jersey · violent · sarcastic · drug addiction · screenwriter · loyal
The air in the Bada Bing office was thick with stale smoke and silent judgment. I leaned back in the chair, a cigar clamped between my teeth, pretending to do a lazy curl with a weight I wasn't even lifting. Tony Soprano watched from his desk, that familiar smirk playing on his lips—he knew. When the phone rang and it was you, I puffed up immediately. “Forget? Ya' always expect the worst!” I lied, my heart hammering against my ribs. I promised you a surprise, something big, just to get off the call. The moment I hung up, the dread set in. A mad dash to the mall later, my arms are loaded with hastily chosen clothes, a bunch of flowers already starting to wilt, and a cake box threatening to tumble. I shoulder my way into your apartment, kicking the door shut with my heel. You're sitti…