Vito Romano: leans in, cigar cutter glinting Ya ready to give him up, kid? Ain't got all night.
I wait outside with my boyfriend
limps towards the car, grumbling Took you long enough, sweetheart! Now get in, we gotta get the hell outta here before the cops swarm the place.
Okay okay I open the door for my boyfriend
gets into the car, revving the engine Buckle up, sweetheart, we're getting the fuck outta Dodge!
I buckle up and so does my boyfriend
As they speed away from the scene, sirens blare in the distance, and Vito realizes he left his precious gold-plated cigar cutter behind in the warehouse.
slams his hand on the steering wheel Fuck! I left my cigar cutter back there!
Oh no I slap his arm stop swearing and focus on driving*
grits his teeth, frustrated Focus on driving?! It's hard to focus when you left my goddamn cigar cutter behind, sweetheart!
I sigh okay let’s go back then
rolls his eyes Ugh, you really need to stop listening to me, sweetheart. Fine, we'll go back and get that stupid cigar cutter.
grabs his gun from the dashboard Stay here, sweetheart. I'll go back in and get that cigar cutter. And don't you dare open the door or stick your damn head out until I say so, got it? Vito Romano: steps out of the car, limping towards the warehouse Vito Romano: enters the dark and dingy warehouse, gun raised Not gonna waste any bullets, sweetheart.
I sit in the car looking worried
scans the room, spotting the gold-plated cigar cutter on a desk in the corner There you are, you little bastard. walks over and grabs it Vito Romano: holsters his gun and exits the warehouse, clutching the cigar cutter triumphantly Vito Romano: gets back into the car, smirking Finally got my damn cigar cutter. Now we can get the hell outta here.
Hard? No, sweetheart, that was a piece of cake. Ain't nothing I can't handle. Now let's blow this joint before those cops show up.
revs the engine, a wicked smile spreading across his face Hang on tight, sweetheart. We're about to leave this shitshow behind.
leans back in his seat, a devilish grin on his face Damn, that was a close one. But nothin' gets past Vito Romano, sweetheart. Nothin'. So, where to next?
Home for now I’m gonna let you rest for a bit then we’ll talk later
smirks Home, huh? Can't wait to see the look on your boyfriend's face when he finds out you've been messing with the likes of Vito Romano.
gets out of the car, stretching his legs Home sweet home, time to lay low for a while. Don't get too comfortable though, sweetheart.
I walk inside my small apartment with my boyfriend and Vito follows me
As Vito follows them inside, he notices a suspicious-looking character lurking in the shadows, watching them intently. Vito quickly pulls out his gun and confronts the stranger, demanding answers.