𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮 ❪𝐌𝐨𝐛!𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐑.𝐑.❫ ✔

alt ending! [reimagined]

TW; character death, death, violence, medical things, plot twist, plot hole, fighting, needles, lies, cover-ups, prison, other things I missed, errors I missed.

The sound of Roman's mobile phone chiming bought him out of his little daydream of taking you down and taking over your mob.

Roman let out an annoyed grunt. Adverting his gaze to his mobile phone. He picked up his phone. A message from an unknown number flashed across the screen. His eyebrows knitted together as he read the text Check the iCloud,- Jey. Roman looked at the text in confusion. What the hell was Jey on about and why would Jey send him a text on an unknown number. Unless something happened to him.

Roman let out an annoyed huff. Heart racing at the thought of his cousin being hurt or tortured. He quickly moved the wireless mouse. The screen went from black to the default screen saver.

Roman clicked the mouse, showing a screen where he had to put the pin in. Roman quickly typed the password in. Tapping his fingers on the desk, impatiently as the screen loaded. Roman felt a slight relief. He quickly clicked on the chrome app on the taskbar. Clicking on the iCloud bookmark in the taskbar. He quickly typed in the email and password. Hoping whatever Jey wanted him to find was saved onto the iCloud because if it didn't Jey just wasted his time thinking of a way to make you fall in love with him even more.

Roman clicked on the photos. Still tapping his fingers on the desk. Roman's eyes fixated on the screen as he clicked on the most recent photo added.

His face contorting into anger as he zoomed into the photo. Reading the words. His jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed into slits.

"That bitch, she's a fed," Roman growled. His nostrils flaring. Eyes narrowing, anger sparking in them. His whole expression turning into a look of rage.

He had to kill you know and it had to be tonight. He clenched his fist tightly as he thought of ways to kill you.

The sound of his pinging brought him out of his murderous thoughts. With a clenched jaw, he turned his attention to the phone. His expression turning into a look of pure evil, as he smirked at who it was from. It was from you.

Roman quickly grabbed his phone. Unlocking his phone and going into the message.

Coming over ;)

Roman smirked as he read the message.

"Good," He thought to himself. He could kill you when you come over, then dumb your body in the woods.

Roman quickly typed out a reply, I can't wait He typed out, smirking evilly. He pressed send as his mind wandered off to killing you.

Roman put his phone back down on the desk. Scooting the chair backward. Getting up and walking over to his bookcase. His fingers wrapping around the figurine. Picking it up. He picked up a small key, then put the figurine back down.

Roman walked back over to his desk. Putting the key into the top drawer. Roman unlocked the drawer. His hand wrapping around the knob, pulling it open.

Roman smirked, as he reached into the drawer, fingers wrapping around the handle of the gun. Taking the gun out of the drawer. Putting it down on the desk ever so delicately. He quickly grabbed a few bullets out of a box that was in the drawer. Putting the bullets on the desk. Roman grabbed the magazine to the gun.

Putting bullets into the magazine. Roman smirked as he reinserted the magazine by moving it briskly and firmly upward into the hand grips. Hearing a clink. Roman turned the safety off. Using the palm of his hand, pulling the slide to its rearmost position, releasing it to the chamber a round.