Realistic or Modern Organized Crime

[No More Pretending]

"I had to stitch up my last beux quite often."

 

[Zemfro]

He nods, "Yes well THANKyou...for helping me out." He looks down at her, her hands covered in his blood. Honestly the last thing he would want to see of her.

 

[No More Pretending]

She nodded slowly. "Don't let it happen again," she said. "I don't want you hurt ever."

 

[Zemfro]

Taking the rag from his mouth he started off, "Same could be said to you. I wouldn't know what I'd do if something bad happened to you." he sat up and put his shirt back on and put his vest over it. Covering up the blood stain.

 

[No More Pretending]

She kissed his cheek. "I'll get dessert ready."

 

[Zemfro]

"Maybe she won't be as surprised as I thought she would be when I tell her." He said to himself. He walked back to the living room and took a seat. Leaning back and groaning lightly, damn that hurt like hell.

 

[No More Pretending]

She sat beside him. "Is there anything I can get you?" she asked tentatively.

 

[Zemfro]

"Uh...just the a plate of the pie, darling. If you wouldn't mind that is." he chuckled. "So doc...how long should I try to not move?"

 

[No More Pretending]

"As long as possible," she said softly, kissing his cheek. "I'll bring you something sweet."

 

[Zemfro]

"Thanks..." he sighs, she was right. Even the real doc back at the club normally says the same thing. A lot of rest and minimal movement, but he couldn't stop. He had to make sure the club was well kept and her band well paid.

 

[No More Pretending]

She came back with some pie. "There you go, darling." She kissed his cheek.

 

[Zemfro]

He took the plate and smiled at her kiss, "For a second there I thought you were trying to hurt me when you were stitching me up back there." he laughed then took a bite of his pie.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Yup. Trying to rip your guts out," she said sarcastically.

 

[Zemfro]

"Murder by loved one..." he shrugs, "Better than dying alone I suppose." He chuckled, "Delicious pie, sweetie. You have to teach me soon so I can stop eating ham and cheese sandwiches."

 

[No More Pretending]

She looked shocked. "Oh dear! I need to start cooking lunches for you asap!"

 

[Zemfro]

"No I can do it I just need recipes." He laughed, "That and a good teacher." He gives her a nudge and laughs.

 

[No More Pretending]

"I'd be glad to teach you," She said.

 

[Zemfro]

"And I'd be glad to be your student." He smiles. "Oh right did you tell your family about the new job?" He says with a hushed tone.

 

[No More Pretending]

She shook her head. "I was going to tonight, but it kinda took a backseat to everything."

 

[Zemfro]

He nods, "Right right. I'm pretty sure your dad wouldnt be too happy to hear about your new job." He chuckled, "Oh well just wait till next time I suppose."

 

[No More Pretending]

"I'll tell him next time."

 

[Zemfro]

"Right. I mean sooner or later your gonna have to tell them." He says placing hus hand on hers, "And if they get mad I'll still be here to suppprt you and everything you do."

 

[No More Pretending]

"They won't get mad. It doesn't matter where I sing as long as I can sing."

 

[Zemfro]

He nods, "Right. They care about your happiness. Besides I'm sure you'd know what to do if the bar came under attack or was raided by cops."

 

[No More Pretending]

"Run for my life?" She asked with a giggle.