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Mob Roleplay (with Robin man)

Anthony chuckled. "Don't worry babe. I know this will be helpful." He walked a little ways. "Before I forget. Are you alright?"
 
She smiled. "I told you that'd be fine. I just have a knot on my head from where they knocked me out for a bit, and some rope burns. But nothing too bad. Thank you, though."
 
Anthony nodded and kept walking until they made it to the graveyard. "Here we are." He started walking to a mausoleum. "Have I ever brought to the family mausoleum?"


(Family mausoleum)


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Marcy shook her head. "No, you haven't. You've told me about it, though." She squeezed Anthony's hand. "It's beautiful."
 
Anthony let go of her hand for a moment and he pulled out a coffin. "Because of." He opened the coffin and was filled with weapons, ammo, a change of clothes for both of them, and about 100,000 dollars. "Is that a good reason love?" He asked wrapping his arm around her.
 
Marcy's eyes widened. "Oh my god," she whispered, "That is...a very good reason." She looked up at him, "How long have you had this stuff lying around?"
 
Anthony thought about it for a moment. "My father actually set this up the first day I became the boss. He was secretly cremated. While this coffin was full of this." He chuckled. "Still as protective as ever."
 
"We can go find Charles right now. But last time I've check they got more people then we do." He started changing. "If we start over and get a new family. We stand a chance."
 
Marcy nodded and began changing as well. She tried to not to gaze at Anthony's bare chest for too long as she did so. "That sounds like a better idea than any other," she quietly agreed.
 
Anthony looked away when Marcy changed. "There's one catch however." He remained silent for a moment. "We have to leave the city."
 
Marcy paused. "...okay," she finally said. She didn't like the thought of leaving, but if Anthony said so, she guessed that there was no other choice.
 
Marcy, who had become increasingly anxious, peeked outside of the monastery. She didn't stray very far, but shuffled around and glanced at a few of the tombstones. She saw a few cars pause around the cemetery and drive away occasionally, but she didn't think much of it. After she got her fill of fresh air, she went back inside the monastery and waited.
 
Anthony returned a half hour later. The car of chose was a brand new Lincoln. He didn't want a color that attract attention. So he got black. He wanted to make sure that no one can see them on the inside. So he made sure that windows were tinted. He backed up into the monastery. He got out and walked in. "Your still here. Good." He said with a smile.
 
Marcy waved halfheartedly and poked her head out of the monastery door. "Is that the car?" she asked with a smile, "It's nice."
 
Anthony nodded. "Yeah she is. She cost fifty grand. But's it's worth it. Making sure that your safe. And that we get to leave this city alive." He started to drag the coffin.
 
Marcy, although smaller, felt obliged to help her boyfriend out. She grabbed the other end of the coffin and lifted it up. She wasn't exactly strong, but she felt that she was at least providing a little support as they moved the coffin to the car.
 
Anthony felt the weight be picked up. He looked and he saw Marcy. He smiled. "Thank you." He never mind Marcy helping out. He opened the back door and he slid it in. He shut the door and walked over to the passenger door and opened it. "My dear."
 

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