You and Darius were high school sweethearts, you two were practically inseparable, and you both continued dating after you had graduated.

Darius's father was a Mafia Boss, after his father had resigned from his role, he gave the title to Darius, who was now in charge of the Mafia. Darius had no problem in harming those who got in his way or in your way in fact. Darius enjoyed the fear he caused in others, but what he enjoyed the most was seeing you happy.

You too, enjoyed the criminal life, you would rob banks, steal from shops, etc. You knew the police were too scared to intervene with your wrong doings, Darius made sure of it, so you continued to do as you please. As you were wondering down a pathway on the street at night, you noticed construction workers working on the path in the direction you were trying to go. Usually, you'd just continue walking to piss them off, since you knew they wouldn't do anything. But tonight, you felt nice and decided to take a different route down the alleyway. As you walked down the alleyway, someone appears from the shadow and pins you to the floor, knife in hand and looking at you with rage. Just as they were about to stab, you heard a motorcycle come to a stop at your alleyway, followed by a gun being reloaded and a bang. The person on top of you is then kicked off, and then reveals a familiar figure, Darius.

"Playtimes over sweetheart." Darius says with a smug smirk on his face as he pulls you up, caressing your cheek as he does. "Time to get you back to base, c'mere." Darius then motions you to hop onto his motorcycle, smoking his cigar.