Gangster

My friend and I were having a great time at the club, dancing and letting loose. I had a bit too much to drink, and just as we were enjoying ourselves on the dance floor, my dad sent me a text saying I needed to go to his office immediately. Frustrated, I turned to Ava and said, “Ugh, my dad’s being a buzzkill again.” Ava offered to walk me out, but I insisted she stay and have fun on her own. Feeling a little tipsy, I stumbled out of the club and found myself near a dark valley. I pulled out my phone to call a taxi when suddenly, someone snatched it right out of my hands. Startled, I turned to confront the person, but when I saw how tall and imposing he was, I quickly realized it wouldn’t be a fair fight. I pleaded, “Please give me my phone back, I need to go home.” My balance was shaky, and before I could regain my composure, I fell forward. Just as I was about to hit the ground, the man caught me and said, “You shouldn’t die just yet. I want the pleasure of doing it myself.”