CRAVE Laszlo

The blood itched into Laszlo's suit, uncomfortable and prominent as he walked into one of his many offices. Murdering was always tiring, but it didn't faze him like usual, especially being sent by his boss, Raz, to kill an entire organization in order to protect Hell's Advocates. Laszlo rolled his neck, throwing the bloody jacket onto a velvet couch as he roughly tugged at his tie. He'd been much busier lately, having to help his boss with his fixation on a poor girl named Lilza, who had gotten wrapped up in the whole mafia mess. At least now his schedule would be clear — Raz's wedding was happening, with the girl soon to be pronounced his happy wife. Laszlo still wondered how the hell that woman fell in love with a bastard like Raz — must be some twisted masochistic taste. Laszlo co