Realistic or Modern Organized Crime

[Zemfro]

"Just lookin to be the manager and make some more money. " he grins.

 

[No More Pretending]

"It'll be good," he said.

 

[Zemfro]

"It should be." He says as he drinks the last of his drink then stands up, "If you'll excuse me. I'll be taking your glasses now." He says while picking up their empty glasses.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Thank you," he said.

Lynn was trimming the roses he had given her before arranging them in a vase. She smiled at the flowers, the blush on her cheeks matching them.

 

[Zemfro]

He smiled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheeks, "You have a wonderful smile you know that?" he says while putting away the glasses.

 

[No More Pretending]

She giggled. "Thank you, darling..." She turned to face him. "Let's all go to the living room while the pie cools."

 

[Zemfro]

"Sounds good to me." he kisses her, "What kind of pie is it, sweety?" he says as he begins to walk out.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Peach," she said with a smile.

 

[Zemfro]

"Delicious." He laughs as he bumps into the doorway, hitting his left side and hitting his semi-open wound. He winced and gripped onto the frame tightly. It seemed like he had death grips on that frame while his whole body tensed up.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Oh dear! Are you okay?" she asked, rushing to his side. "Here. Have a seat!"

 

[Zemfro]

He looked to her and sighed, "I...remember when I said earlier today that no one got hurt? T-that was a lie..." he says as he holds his hand over his wound.

 

[No More Pretending]

She flinched. "Oh god..." she ran to get her first aid kit. "Do you want to go to the hospital."

 

[Zemfro]

"Lynn wait I'm fine!" He called after her, not wanting to move anymore he just stood there a bit longer, reaching under hid vest to touch the spot to feel that warm liquid touch his finger. "Damn...should have listened to em..." he said to himself.

 

[No More Pretending]

She came back. "Was it a ricocheted bullet?" she asked. "Is it bleeding?"

 

[Zemfro]

"I heard a bunch of shots going off in the morning. So I went outside and saw them shooting at each other then I just felt a jab on the side and ducked. When I got up, I had blood going down my T-shirt." he took off his vest to show that he was bleeding through the shirt. "I think so." he chuckled.

 

[No More Pretending]

Her nimble fingers tugged at his shirt. "Let me stitch it up..." She felt her eyes tear up.

 

[Zemfro]

He nods and helps her take off his shirt. His wound was covered up by some cotten and tape. "Did the best I could..." he said softly.

 

[No More Pretending]

"It could have gotten infected, dummy!" She exclaimed, getting a rag.

 

[Zemfro]

"I didn't want to miss tonignt..." he groaned. Despite him being a simple Insurance salesman he was strangly well built. He kept on looking down at her worried hoping to god that she would just buy this act. It wasnt the first time he was shot at and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last.

 

[No More Pretending]

Her fingers traced over the skin of his torso as she cleaned the wound. "I don't give a shit! Your health is the most important thing to me!"

 

[Zemfro]

He groaned as she touched his wound, "I'm sorry..." he managed to say through his teeth. He may be experienced but an open wound still hurts like hell.

 

[No More Pretending]

She handed him a rag. "Bite down on this."

 

[Zemfro]

"Thanks." he said as he bit on it, cmon do it, he thought bring on the worst part of this.

 

[No More Pretending]

She gave him stitches.

 

[Zemfro]

Every single single stich he grunted and tensed up doing his best not to move for her, "How did you learn how to stitch?" he said through thr rag.