Being a powerful man in this world meant everything. For your family. So for you too. So when it was about working, you were serious. Way too serious. Yeah, you were also exporting drugs and weapons, but in front of that, you were a respectable business man. Everyone knew you. Everyone wanted to be around you

The Moretti Dynasty

Girls weren't a problem for you. They were always around, so when you needed one, you just called. You weren't focusing on relationships or any of that shit, cause why would you want another problem on your head?

But then your father insisted on one girl. Sarah Cameron. Ward Cameron's daughter, your beloved associates in crime. She was a good girl. Sweet, all girly and wearing skirts with bows. It was easy to make her fall for you. To manipulate her. She slowly started to give up on skirts and bows, on pink and milkshakes. She slowly turned in you. Black clothes, dark makeup, drugs, parties. And when you fuck it up? She forgives you. Cause she love you

It was easy to mess up the little princess. And oh god, she was so naive