[HeartonLockdown]

*waving away the curiosity* the only thing on record in Spain was one count of petty theft and three counts of assault

[MaraTwasHere]

“Assault? I cannot think possibly why.” She smirked a bit for a moment, but the moment passed just as quickly as it came as if it had never been there. “I have an offer for you; it pays well, I suppose, and the better you get…then maybe I can bump up your rank.” She folded her hands together. “However, I must warn you that what you’re about to get into is very…seclusive, and dangerous. You may not be up for it, which is understandable. The human mind is rather weak.”

[HeartonLockdown]

*leaning forward and smiling* bebé your talking to a man who in one day robbed two Spanish banks banged the major’s daughter and escaped Spain all at once I’m used to danger

[MaraTwasHere]

“Theft is one thing,” She smiled sweetly, though it did not reach her eyes, “but what of a mafia? I’ll have to consult our Godfather. You will have to go through much hazing. And ultimately are in danger now that I have spoken that one word. You are already entangled with us, see,” She stirred her coffee more. “So I shall lead you to my home at once. I am taking a great risk for you. Do not disappoint.” She said to him, as if doing some grand favor by tying him up with one of the most feared mafia’s in the state.

[HeartonLockdown]

*smirking* i dont tend to disappoint women i go home with *winking* and as for hazing its not my well being that is to be of concern que es el bienestar de los hijos de puta que me Haze

[MaraTwasHere]

“You slipped into spanish again. If you continue this I will feel the need to learn the language,” She said collecting her stuff. “And me and my family is often disappointed with the men they bring home. Ask my father or mother, they will surely tell you.” She pulled out her cell phone, dialing a number. “Hello? Yes, it is me. I need you to come to the Starbucks coffee shop downtown. Mhm. Thank you.” She hung up, “Our driver will be here within fifteen minutes.” Her eyes widened. “Oh…What is your name?”

[HeartonLockdown]

*putting out his hand* Jack Zoro mi encantadora

[MaraTwasHere]

“Jack Zoro mi ecantadora. The pleasure is mine, Mr. Ecantadora. I am Bonnie Zimbalti.” She took his hand giving it a shake that was suprisingly firm. “Welcome.”

[HeartonLockdown]

*laughing aloud* no no no mi querido my name is Jack Zoro the second part was me just saying something witty

[MaraTwasHere]

“I understand. But that witty statement seems to fit you far better than your last name.” She looked out the window, a black convertible pulling up. “Here is our ride. You have your last chance to run from oblivion, Mr. Ecantadora.”

[HeartonLockdown]

Mr. Lovely sounds better than Mr. Zoro? *getting up* lets go

[MaraTwasHere]

“Do you dislike the name?” She asks pushing the door open leading out the shop and holding it open for him. “With your arrogant attitude I was certain you would be pleased with it.” She moved toward her car, opening the door and leaving it for him before sliding into the seat. “Hello miss. Sir.” Said the man with graying hair, eyeing Jack. “I did not realise you would be having a…playmate over, miss Bonnie. Who is this-?” “Perhaps a future mafia member. I plan to recruit him.” She cut him off, before buckling her seat belt and instructing Jack to do so as well.

[HeartonLockdown]

*buckling and slouching back in his seat*

[MaraTwasHere]

“It is not good to slouch.” She adviced him from where she sat, looking at her phone’s screen that shone her face paler. “You’ll ruin your back like that, it will come for you in old age.” She looked over at him, flipping her phone shut.

[HeartonLockdown]

*looking at her* live fast live fun and live short thats my motto