The mafia and his weakness

" I can't have a weakness. " He whispered, looking toward the people on stage.

Lies.

" Then kill me now. " I whispered back.

He looked at me, both frustration and anger in his body language. Then his face went soft, showing an emotion I never thought I'd read from him. Then, he smirked and pulled out his gun. Holding my back to his like a human shield from the police in some action movie.

He brought his gun to my head and gasps were heard throughout the hall, I closed my eyes. He took my chin, faced me to him and looked into my forest-like hazel eyes, the smirk still there. Then forcefully brought his lips to mine, giving me a bruising kiss.

" I won't lose you again. " He said.

Damn fucking straight.