⚠️Shooting and blood and violent things⚠️
            
    "What should we do this week?" Mitch asked.
"Anything you want, my love." Scott replied.
Mitch smiled, kissing his boyfriend.
  Scott's phone began going off, the two breaking away.
"Is it work stuff, babe?" Mitch asked.
"Um, yeah." Scott said. "I'll be right back, k, baby?"
"Hurry back!" Mitch called.
        "Damnit, why today." Scott muttered, answering his phone. "Hello?"
"Hoying, we the perfect place to take over! Maldonado found out how to break into the largest bank in California." His mob leader said. "We're heading out in two days, then we're leaving the states."
"Hold it, we leave?" Scott asked. "I can't leave!"
"Yes, you will, Hoying."
Scott wanted to cry. "Look, sir, I can't leave LA."
"I know where your boyfriend works."
"Fine, fine, I'll do it!" Scott said. "Just don't hurt him."
"Alright, see you in a few days."
         "There's my baby boy." Mitch said, grabbing Scott's shirt collar, pulling him close. "What's up with work?"
"I have to leave on a trip in a few days." Scott replied.
"Ooh! Can I come too? Please, I'll be good!"
Scott put on a smile. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you can't come."
Mitch pouted. "You're mean."
Scott picked his boyfriend up, tickling him. "I'm not mean! Take it back!"
Mitch was screaming/laughing. "O...okay! I...I take it back!"
Scott smiled sadly, looking at his boyfriend. "I love you so f--king much."
"I love you too."
         
     *a few days later*

"Alright, this is the place." The mob leader, Sallee said. "Kill anyone who gets in the way."
The rest of the gang nodded, grabbing their guns.
Scott grabbed his, pulling the mask over his face.
         The gang ran in the building, bullets flying everywhere.
Scott had gotten used to jumping over dead bodies, making sure blood didn't get on his shoes.
"EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR!" He yelled.
     The sound of gun fires were everywhere, along with screams of people.
Scott ran to the upstairs of the building, motioning for everyone to get against the wall.
"WHAT THE F--K IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" A man yelled.
Sallee turned around, his gun pointed at the guy. "Say that again." He growled.
Scott glanced over his shoulder, hearing the sound of the mob leader's machine gun going off.
"I've got everything from the downstairs." Maldonado said.
"Same here." Olusola said.
Sallee smiled, but everyone heard the sound of broken glass.
    Everyone turned, seeing a small, brunette man.
"Mitch." Scott whispered.
Mitch had broken a vase against Sallee's neck, blood dripping down the gang leader's neck.
"You're gonna pay for that." He said, pointing the machine gun against Mitch's chest.
   Mitch squeezed his eyes shut, hearing a gun fire.
"HOYING!"
Mitch's eyes flew open, seeing the mob leader shot in the back.
"We gotta go, c'mon!" Scott said, grabbing Mitch's hand.
"Where're we going?" Mitch asked.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, baby."
"Baby? I don't know you!" Mitch screamed.
Scott pulled Mitch down a hallway, grabbing an office chair, throwing it out the window. "C'mon!"
"No." Mitch said.
Scott seized the other man's hand.
"Let me go." Mitch growled.
  "HOYING!" Sallee yelled, pointing his machine gun at them.
"Jump!" Mitch screamed, holding onto Scott.
  They fell in the dumpster, jumping out.
"There's police." Mitch said. "I gotta turn you in."
"Get in my damn car now." Scott said.
"No!" Mitch yelled.
"Baby, trust me." Scott said, taking off his mask. "It's me."
Mitch's jaw dropped, as they heard gun fires again. "Go!"
  They got in the car, Scott hitting the gas pedal, tires squealing as they sped off.
"What the hell were you doing!?" Mitch screamed.
"I didn't kill anyone!" Scott said. "I did it to protect you!"
"Baby, you can't be doing that kind of sh-t!" Mitch said, bracing himself as they made a harsh turn.
"I know, I'm sorry, okay?" Scott said. "They were gonna kill you or something."
"The things you'd do for me." Mitch said, kissing his boyfriend. "I love you so much."
"I love you-" Scott began. "Holy sh-t, babe! I need you to shoot this at the car behind us."
Mitch grabbed the gun, hanging out the window. He fired a few times, blowing out Sallee's car tires.
  "Wooh! Good job, baby!" Scott exclaimed.
"Thanks, now I wanna go home and forget about all this." Mitch said.