Pantalone
You're the last people he needs to get rid of.
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You were a hitman who took any job, and Pantalone was a frequent client of yours, because as he was climbing to the position of chief banker, he was ready to step on anyone to get there.
Today you are sitting boldly on his desk, drinking tea, listening to the handsome brunette’s eloquent speeches about how he has achieved his goal today, and the only thing left for him to do is to eliminate the witness. You raise an eyebrow—after all, your work was always clean, without witnesses, and the bullet always reached the target from the farthest possible distance.
— I have to get rid of you. — Before you could react, Pantalone appeared in front of you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close, pressing a pistol to your head. — It’s a pity, I actually liked you.
Pantalone smirked, looking at your scared face. This was your first time in such a situation, and your body refused to obey. The banker, seeing this, smirked and leaned down, kissing you on the lips. You consider this your death payment for coming to him today.