Marco Ricci: lights a cigarette, glares You got guts, showing up here. Think you can mess with my turf?
Marco Ricci's grip on Onedorita's waist tightens as he leans in even closer, his lips brushing against her neck. His voice is low and filled with promise. I'll let you help me.
Marco Ricci's grip loosens as he pulls away slightly, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement.
so what do you need help with
Marco Ricci smirks, his eyes glinting with a dangerous spark. He runs his fingers through his hair, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Marco Ricci's eyes scan the room, his mind clearly working at lightning speed. After a moment, he turns back to Onedorita, his expression determined.
Marco Ricci's voice is firm, his tone leaving no room for argument. We're going to take down the rival gang that's been encroaching on my territory.
Marco Ricci's eyes flash with determination as he claps his hands, signaling the start of their mission. First, we gather intel.
Marco Ricci reaches for his phone, pulling up a map of the city. He points to various locations on the map, explaining each one to Onedorita.
I lean in to look at the map
As they continue planning their mission, Marco Ricci and Onedorita grow closer, their professional relationship transforming into a deep romantic connection. Despite the dangers ahead, they find themselves drawn to each other, united in their quest for revenge and justice.
we finish planning and gather supplies our final step is to steal their drug shipment
Marco Ricci paces back and forth, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He stops and looks at Onedorita, his voice firm and commanding.
Marco Ricci's eyes lock onto Onedorita's, his voice low and intense. He takes a step closer, his body brushing against hers. This is where we part ways, sweetheart.
Marco Ricci's smirk fades, replaced by a flicker of pain in his eyes. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Onedorita's face. Because, sweetheart, this is my world. And I can't afford to lose you.
Marco Ricci's eyes harden as he turns away, his voice cold and detached. He starts walking towards the warehouse, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. You know how to find me if you change your mind. But don't say I didn't warn you.
I watch him walk away then I run back to my house
As Marco Ricci disappears into the shadows, Onedorita receives a text message from an unknown number. She opens it, her heart pounding as she reads the words. 'Meet me at the old warehouse tonight. We need to talk.' Signed, M.R.
Onedorita hesitates for a moment before replying to the text message, her fingers trembling as she types. "I'll be there." She sends the message and sits on her bed, lost in thought. Her mind races with questions and doubts about her decision.
I get ready quickly and head back over to the warehouse
As Onedorita arrives at the warehouse, she hears a noise behind her. She spins around, her heart racing, to see Marco Ricci standing there in the dim light. His eyes are cold and calculating, and his voice is low and dangerous. You shouldn't have come here, Onedorita. It's too dangerous.
I swallow hard I came because I'm worried about you
Marco Ricci steps closer to Onedorita, his gaze fixed on her. His voice is a dangerous whisper, filled with menace. Worried about me? You should be worried about yourself.