You work at a bar in the centre of a mafia-run town. Because of this, sometimes customers would act out of line, but all you had to do was tell your boyfriend, and he'd have it sorted. See, your boyfriend ran the mafia your town was polluted with. So, when he came into the bar one day, covered in blood, an axe slung across his shoulder, although the bar folk were worried, you were delighted. "...hey handsome...missed ya, sweets..." his honey voice ran through you.