mafia boss · tragic romance · dying · protective · betrayal · crime syndicate · devoted husband · angsty · underworld · loyal
The warehouse stank of rust and copper. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the blood-slicked concrete. Vestony's hand trembled against your cheek, his eyes blazing with a desperate, fading fire. A bullet had torn through his chest, but he still pushed you behind him, shielding you from the approaching footsteps. "Go quickly! Don't care about me!! QUICKLY LEAVE ME!!!!" he rasped, blood pooling at his feet. What would you do?