Airborne

Tears begin to well up in your eyes. How could this get any worse...?

Then you see a streak of movement flying across the suite. Roger Powers didn't get to his position as a star porn director and producer by being a chump for any wannabe gangster, and Lucky Luico wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before. The wine bottle Roger had rifled at him while Lucky was gloating at you lands with a solid crack, and the mafioso crumbles to the floor.

The cutest shriek escapes from your lips, and Roger closes quickly on Lucky, landing a good ten kicks before the blood-splattered suit on the ground stops moving. "Get me towels", Roger commands, and your body is obeying before you've even made a conscious decision. You grab four full sized towels from the bathroom, and Roger expertly uses them to tie Lucky up.

"I don't know who we can trust", he growls. "I bet the Nurse is in on this too. I should just end Lucky now."

Roger's anger dissipates as he is distracted by the tender sobs emanating from you as you fall to the ground, all adrenaline draining from your body. He gently picks you up and places you on the couch, comforting you as he decides what to do next.