Guns ‘N Roses || Cassie & Carmona
Carmona watched with a look of pure boredom, as the man in front of him sobbed and pleaded. Doing nothing but lifting a brow with a slight sneer, and stepping away from the leech, as he went to grab at his legs. This was only meant to take no more than an hour max, yet of course; he had to deal with the incompetence of those who thought they could dupe him. The man and his partner had been taking their own personal share, of the drugs the young meta had been dealing out. Said partner laid dead off to the side, in a pool of his own blood. Sighing heavily, the boy wasn’t even half-listening as he checked his wrist watch. He was running late for his date with Cassie, and he’d be damned, if he missed it completely. “I’m going to have to cut you off right there. You know how I operate, and the consequences that are present for not following my rules. Well. You knew.” Carmona finished with a drawl, before pressing the gun in his hand right in-between the man’s eyes. “Nothing personal.” Was all he said before pulling the trigger.
After briefly taking the time to clean himself up, he stopped by the florist; and actually paid for the large bouquet of roses, before rushing to meet Cassie at the diner they’d agreed upon in advance. Charming smile ever present, when he walked in and moved to greet her upon his arrival. “I know, I know. I’m a little late. I’m sorry. But look, I got you roses; and actually paid for them. You know, instead of stealing the damn things.” He spoke, offering the flowers to his girlfriend; before sliding into the seat opposite of her. “You look stunningly gorgeous, might I add.”
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