You were never overly close with your parents, but you knew one thing- they’d never accept a mafioso.

So, there you were, slightly dressed up, but not too much so that it’d look weird if someone saw you, and a purse in hand with your location turned off.

you impatiently checked your phone as you waited for the message, finally getting it.

”I’m here.”

At first, he hated the idea of making you walk to his car, though after you panicked about your parents finding out, he caved.