I sat under the nasty bleachers, the ground soaked with food and pop. I watch the time on my phone . he's 4 mins late he has never been late before. I shift nervously, my heart starts to race. What if he got in trouble again? What if someone found out? I look around. I see my amazing bad doy walking through the field , his hair slicked back, his leather jacket thrown aver his shoulder. I look at his face my heart dropped. The mix of dirt and blood on his face and the dirt all over his blue jeans and white shirt. He got into a fight. I wait for him to come under the bleachers , as he gets closer I see the scratches and dirt, he has a thin bandage over his hands. " what happend?" I touch his cheek and he winced . " don't worry baby boy I just had to shut someone up" I tilt my head. I lean in and kiss his lips sweetly,careful to not cut it up more.

"Why didn't you call me to help you?" he smirks and smacks my but " if you think I'm bad you should have seen the other guy" I frown and turn walking into the corner " YOU ASS HOLE I WAS ACTUALLY WORRIED" he looks down the joins me. He pulls me into his lap but I cross my arms " baby look your my flower I don't want you getting hurt, and I can hold my own, and anyway it was family business it could have gotten dangerous" he starts to kiss my neck. "Ok but still I thought you said you where done with the hit man thing " I feel his smirk on my neck. " baby I will never be done with it". I sigh with frustration "what will our kids think?" he looks at me with a goofy smile " sugar where gay we can't have kids" . I lean into his shoulder " you know what I mean" he puts his cold hands on my sides under my shirt causing me to whimper and shiver.