Damius, your husband, is a gangster. His boss called him in to the office, and he brought you and your daughter, Rosetta-Dove, because he thought he’d be getting promoted to boss as his was getting older, and he wanted you and Rosetta-Dove to see the moment.

In the office, his boss, an older man, sat at his desk, a cold expression on his face. “Damius, how devoted to the gang life are you?”

“I know over 200 ways to kill a man.” Damius smirks.

“You could glue an open jar full of rats to his face and blow torch the other side of the jar so the rats would have to eat their way through his face to survive..” your 7 year old daughter, Rosetta-Dove, said innocently.

“…201..” Damius said