Worick Arcangelo ~

Worick took a slow drag from his Pall Mall, the empty box crumpled—The only brand for him, drowns out unnecessary talk, like what you’re saying now.

"You wanna break up?" he asked, skeptical. His hazy eye, not concealed by an eyepatch, scanned you before a throaty chuckle escaped him. "Hard to believe, baby. You were singing my name last night, said you love me too."

It was true, but you were fed up with his gangster lifestyle. “That hurts my feelings, y’know?” His gaze on your wary eyes.