(A/N: I picked number #3 for this. I honestly couldn't think of much, so here this is. Not the best but, oh well.)

Davide froze, checking his pockets. Where was the money? Davide felt a cold chill run up his spine. Frantically checking his pockets again, he smiled and reassured his boss that he had it. This went on for a good minute before Davide's muttering was interrupted by his boss.

"Davide", his boss took pause, "you have the money, yes?" His boss, Franky Giordano, gave him an ice cold stare.

"Yes, sir", Davide manages to spit out. Franky sits up in his chair, his glare intensifying.

"Then where is it?" he asks in a much intimidating manor. "Davide, I do not have time to fool around like this. This money is very important, I trusted you with the job."

"Sir I-"


"Davide, tell me, was it a regretful decision of me to trust you?"

"N-no! Not at all, sir! I got the money! I shoved it in this pocket right here," Davide points at his right jacket pocket, "you have to believe me!" Franky stared at Davide for what seemed like an eternity before he finally spoke up. Davide tugged at his collar and shot shifty glances around the room.

"I believe you." Franky said, his baritone voice filling the room. Davide felt relief rush through his body.

"Thank you s-" Davide stopped abruptly as Franky's voice overpowered his.

"However, it was your job to bring the money here. Not to lose it." Franky opened up a drawer on his desk and pulled out a gun.

"Please sir! Franky, c'mon! I did nothin'! I had the money I swear! You can't shoot me! I can go back and get just as much money from somewhere else. Fran-" Bang. The pleading ended.

A loud thumped followed the gun shot. A candy red liquid soaked the carpet. "Donny." Franky called for his assistant. "Clean up this mess." With just a nod to acknowledge the request, his assistant carried Davide's body away.