"look, kid," she says, her hoarse voice only aggravated by the cigarette now held between her ring-adorned fingers as she stares daggers into the young(-ish) man before her. "i understand that you think you're king shit because you're fuckin' half the city and cashin' a check courtesy of the other half, but what i don't get is how you think you're gonna keep gettin' away with it." she narrows her eyes, fingers twitching in his direction suspiciously, ash falling from the tip of the camel onto the ground. "my husband's gonna slit your throat when he finds out that you've been screwin' both'a our kids, and that's if i don't get to ya first. so, you have a choice to make here, kai," his name is said with acidic mockery and obvious distaste. "either you get a little common sense and make some real decisions about the kinda man you wanna be or you start makin' your final arrangements. get it?"
@hiveruled liked this for a randomized new muse starter!
