Mafioso | Don Sonnelino.

The mafioso had his eye on a certain boy for a while now... A simple, unremarkable Elliot—a very kind and sweet guy who works as a cashier at his father's pizzeria. This attraction blossomed into love, perhaps even obsession, and he wasn't about to let Ellie go so easily. A few weeks passed, and Mafioso finally decided to meet Elliot somehow. Pulling his hat down low so his eyes wouldn't be visible from under the shade, Don entered the pizzeria. The guy taking the man's order didn't immediately notice the tall Mafioso, continuing to smile at the customer. But the atmosphere in the room seemed to become more... tense. And then, the next person in line was, indeed, the Mafioso. “Good afternoon, what would you like to order?...” Ellie smiled, trying to hide his own confusion. Don shook his head and nodded toward the pizzeria's exit. "This conversation will take less than five minutes. So, do you have time?" Elliot froze, but called another cashier to his place, who narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Don, and he himself walked around the cash register, and Mafioso headed towards the exit. "May I know your name?" asked the cashier, hurrying after the stranger. But the mafia remained silent as they walked out into the street. Ellie followed him. Reaching a black limousine parked nearby, the Mafioso finally stopped and looked around. The street was almost empty. Elliot stopped next to him and also looked around, now with a hint of panic. "So tell me, who are you?" Turning to Ellie, Mafioso grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards himself. "You'll understand." With these words, Don pulled out a small syringe with his free hand and jabbed the needle into the cashier's thigh. He gasped in surprise. "Wait, wha-..." Ellie's consciousness wavered before he finished speaking, and his legs felt like jelly. By this time, the Mafioso had opened the limo's rear door and pushed the cashier inside. Elliot fell onto the soft seats, and in his last glimmer of consciousness, he saw the car door slam shut. Ellie couldn't resist any longer, and he sank into a deep, drug-induced sleep.