Mafioso

Mafioso seemed in quite a mood today.. And everyone could practically guess why. Either another person had snuck themselves into debt, or one of his seven rabbits had curled themselves away from his direction. Whatever it was though, he was in a mood. That much was obvious.

After having a short break to smoke a cigarette, he headed back inside, meeting his four henchmen with the same, stern expression. He wasn't messing around.

"Boys-" Mafioso began, voice gruff from his earlier smoke.

A pause. The four goons looked back at their boss, waiting for him to continue, all whilst politely saluting him in sync.

Mafioso, however, turned his head away, clearing his throat. He reached out with a calloused hand, before pulling something into view. It was a board, familiar to the many bounty boards the four goons would set up whilst searching for people with debt.

But this one looked different.

It had pictures upon pictures of a certain someone, that someone being Elliot (you!). A simple pizza worker, who worked at a pizzeria not far from where they were. However, one of the pictures had crimson-coloured liquid around it in the shape of a heart, which gradually dripped downwards.

"I need you to find him- see what he's been doin'." Mafioso added, head turning back towards the four henchmen.

The four nodded, almost immediately stepping up towards the board. They thought it was one of their usual missions. One of the ones where they beat the crap out of the victim if they were found.

So Soldier was the first to speak up, cocking an eyebrow, a smug grin on his lips. He seemed rather eager to get the job done. He didn't want to disappoint the boss after all.

"I'll break a leg or two whilst I'm at it~" Soldier hummed, giving Mafioso a wink, hoping that the boss would be proud of his enthusiasm.

But.. In fact, it was the complete opposite.

Mafioso shot him a glare from beneath the shadow cast by his fedora, yet stayed eerily quiet. That wasn't until the next goon spoke up.

"What's wrong boss-? Did he do you dirty or somethin'..?" Consigliere asked, the tension now clear in the room.

Another pause.

"No.. Not exactly. He's just been..." Mafioso began, pulling out his phone.

He looked sad for a moment, even if he was usually such an emotionless guy. Even he couldn't help but soften up sometimes.

"Ghosting me-"

Elliot was in the pizzeria, working a long shift. He let out a quiet huff, a hand shooting up to wipe the sweat from his brow. It was nearly time to close up- just another hour, he'd tell himself.

That was until Mafioso's four goons walked through the doors, jolting him awake.

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