Post by morello on Aug 10, 2007 20:25:21 GMT
Morello drove his black, classic Bentley down the road. He stared ahead, turning towards New Jersey Route 7, otherwise the highway. He drove steady, his eyes on the road, his foot pressed against the accelerator, pushing the car over 70 mph. He whipped his head over to the side, towards a section of a forest, as he started to get over 80 mph. He smirked, he knew getting his car tuned was a good idea. He looked around, he was itching to turn around and head down to North Caldwell, otherwise the area Tony lived. He wanted to see if the old man and everyone else was still living after all the years he's been missing and working. He wanted to make sure none of them were dead yet.
He slowed the car down as he passed a group of four police cars, he looked around to see what happened and noticed all there was was a man bleeding. He laughed, he knew that they'd never figure out it was him who killed the man. He was still working for Savino, after all, so he had to keep quiet and the killing clean. He sped up a bit more going over 60 mph and that's when he started to enter a neighborhood. He looked down at the seat next to him and smiled, two pistols layed there, a little blood covered the butt of the gun where he'd hit the man in jaw.
" I swear that man should've been dead....." he whispered to himself," I swear....." he shrugged." Savino can ward them off again, it wouldn't matter though....I've never been caught anyways...with or without him...." he said and looked up, he was entering North Arlington, he was heading towards Pizzaland for something good. He smiled, he hadn't had pizza for awhile, after all, he'd been busy for awhile. He stopped and parked at the sidewalk and sat there, not getting out.
He sat there and looked above the radio, inches above was a picture of his wife, Carola. He stared at her, her brown eyes staring right back at him, smiling. Her long brown hair at her shoulders, he urned for her, he missed her. Although they haven't been married very long, he knew their third anniverrsary was coming up and he'd have to drive down there to celebrate with her. But that was only if he could escape all his business and such. He smiled back at the picture, he knew she was waiting for him, living a life of lonelyness and desprate calls to make sure he was still alive. Only she knew about his business, the only an outsider of his business.
He looked up through the glass, watching everyone pass then back down at the picture. He smiled and took his pistols and shoved them into his trench that he wore. He stayed seated in his car, pulling the key out of the indegnation(sp?). He listened to his heart pound in his shell, his body.
( I bet your asking " What the fuck is with the bentley?!" right? Well, he's into fast, old, or classic cars. Don't ask why, it's probably because of the look or something other.....* shrugs * How am I supposed to know? )
He slowed the car down as he passed a group of four police cars, he looked around to see what happened and noticed all there was was a man bleeding. He laughed, he knew that they'd never figure out it was him who killed the man. He was still working for Savino, after all, so he had to keep quiet and the killing clean. He sped up a bit more going over 60 mph and that's when he started to enter a neighborhood. He looked down at the seat next to him and smiled, two pistols layed there, a little blood covered the butt of the gun where he'd hit the man in jaw.
" I swear that man should've been dead....." he whispered to himself," I swear....." he shrugged." Savino can ward them off again, it wouldn't matter though....I've never been caught anyways...with or without him...." he said and looked up, he was entering North Arlington, he was heading towards Pizzaland for something good. He smiled, he hadn't had pizza for awhile, after all, he'd been busy for awhile. He stopped and parked at the sidewalk and sat there, not getting out.
He sat there and looked above the radio, inches above was a picture of his wife, Carola. He stared at her, her brown eyes staring right back at him, smiling. Her long brown hair at her shoulders, he urned for her, he missed her. Although they haven't been married very long, he knew their third anniverrsary was coming up and he'd have to drive down there to celebrate with her. But that was only if he could escape all his business and such. He smiled back at the picture, he knew she was waiting for him, living a life of lonelyness and desprate calls to make sure he was still alive. Only she knew about his business, the only an outsider of his business.
He looked up through the glass, watching everyone pass then back down at the picture. He smiled and took his pistols and shoved them into his trench that he wore. He stayed seated in his car, pulling the key out of the indegnation(sp?). He listened to his heart pound in his shell, his body.
( I bet your asking " What the fuck is with the bentley?!" right? Well, he's into fast, old, or classic cars. Don't ask why, it's probably because of the look or something other.....* shrugs * How am I supposed to know? )
