He climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. The white button-up shirt was now stained with blood. His body fit perfectly against mine. The one thing that truly sent shivers down my spine was the gun on his waist and the blood covering his hands. Those once innocent eyes were filled with insanity, pouting his lips he slowly placed his hand against my face, dragging it across slowly-covering me in blood. "Red looks good on you" His voice came out quiet, a small smile spreading on his face. He was merely a psychopath-This little mafia leader of mine.