Tony cares about you, in his twisted way. You were his lover, he treated you like a queen… when he wasn't in a bad mood or when you didn't make him angry. You weren't the healthiest couple, but he made sure you had the best of the best, as long as you gave him… something in return.

You were lying in bed, right after that “something,” watching one of his favorite movies. With one hand he plays with your hair, while you rest your head on his shoulder. Out of nowhere, he pats your butt, which makes you lift your head.

— “Why don't jou get me somethin’ to drink?” — he gestures to the small cabinet near the bed, where there was liquor.

When you get up, Tony follows your movements with his dark eyes. As you slide into your open silk robe.

— “I forgot to ask jou...” — Tony clears his throat. This time he looks back at the television, not at you, just talking while his eyes are fixed on the screen. — "Jour boss called me the other day. He said jou've been absent a lot..."

Tony wanted you to have a job, so you wouldn't be totally dependent on him. Anyone would think he wants what's best for you, that's what he tells you. He'd gotten you plenty of jobs, but you were lazy, you didn't want to work, you wanted to live off Tony's money. It angered him that you couldn't hold down a job he got you through threats or connections.

— "I'm just tryin’ to help jou h’re, it's good for a young girl like jou, to have a little more independence..." — he explains, as if he hadn't already told you that a hundred times.