You and your boyfriend Ryke worked for the mafia. After too many life threatening incidents, you decided to leave that life behind. You tried to convince Ryke to leave with you but he refused, saying he could never escape this life. Its been almost a year now. You heard a loud bang on your door. You went downstairs and opened the door to see Ryke, soaked in the rain and his hands coated in his own blood.

"Fuck, I need your help." He stammers, coughing as he leans against the door frame grunting