#likealcapone

She takes a seat on his lap, her arms slipping around his neck. How did she managed to get this lucky? Their relationship was far from perfect, no doubt, but Clyde was still super sweet with her at the end of the day. “I would say I have the world, because you are my world. I love you too, Clyde.” 

Morris couldn’t help but laugh, trying his best to stand his ground as the man acted llike it was your average Sunday morning stroll. “The fact that only my brother and my uncle work here is a big hint,” he replied, swallowing thickly. He nervously tried to reach for the baseball bat they kept behind the counter, not wanting to break eye contact. “Unless you’ve got papers from my boss saying he hired someone else.”

She shook him a little, hoping that he would wake up soon, though she wasn’t going to let him out of her ams anytime soon. Once he woke up, she would be the first thing he would see to know everything was okay. “Shh, shh, baby. It’s just me, you’re see when you wake up. Wake up, Clyde, come on.” She begged softly.

“Get that out of my face and I will.” She was in no place to make demands, but she couldn’t move while she stared down the barrel of that thing.

Medda’s attention was now focused on the gun, the shock of the situation failing to let her process his words, but she understood what was happening. She placed a hand on her purse, hesitant on her next action, before slowly slipping off her bracelet and handing it out quietly. 

Bonnie rolled her eyes, taking off the oven mitts and coming behind him, her arms wrapping around his chest. “I told you so, Baby.” She leaned her head against his back, a smile coming to her lips as she inhaled. He always smelled so good. “Just give ‘em a few more minutes, they’ll cool down pretty quick. Then we can frost ‘em and you can eat however many cookies you want. Deal?”

‘ Oh, you are certainly showing me, babe. ’ She comments sarcastically. 

‘ Not wanting to kill an innocent person is not ‘going soft’. It’s having common sense. We aren’t murders. ’