A Psycopath's Doll

A Vow

  Oswald was on his way home, a limo complete with a driver. He'd finally killed Fish Mooney and he was injured but smiling. As his car drove over a bridge his phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket, answering it.

  “Hello?” He greeted.

  “Oswald, it's your mother.” She returned.

  “Hello Mother. Is everything alright?”

  “(Y/N) was kidnapped by someone named Maroni... “ She explained quickly.

  “What?!” He almost screamed. Maroni dared to touch his (Y/N)? His friend.

  “He was there to take me and she posed as your lover.” She explained hastily. Oswald paused, of course he'd thought of it, but wasn't sure you were right for him. He growled, clenching his fist.

  “I'll slaughter him.” Oswald vowed.

  An hour later Oswald was sitting in a warehouse, his men by his side. He was ready to kill any of them for even the slightest mistake. He wanted you back.

  “Zach.” Oswald called. A tall and lanky man walked to him, staring. Zach wore a large black sweater with blue dress pants.

  “Yes?”

  “Any luck yet?” Oswald asked, though he wanted to ring the man's skinny neck.

  “No, our boys are still sweeping the city.” Zack replied, nodding toward a large

screen. Oswald clenched his fists.

  “Can they hurry up the search?” He questioned, his voice rigid. Zach folded his hands together.

  “Sir, they're trying to be thorough… My men are leaving no stone unturned.” He assured. Oswald nodded, he wanted them to be thorough. He stood up and walked to the large screen where red dots tracked Zach’s men. Each cluster of dots slowly moved across the city, looking for Oswald’s best friend. He wanted results. Fast, and he wouldn't tolerate mistakes.