The gang couldn’t run without him. Vido knew that. Between all the finances and the decisions he had to make, he knew the Blue Suns would be in the hole if not for him. He took his job seriously.

He also knew that it wouldn’t run without them. His better half. He couldn’t hardly function without them either, but the gang was doomed if not for them. The muscle; the guard dog. His protector, and the one who kept the gang from going under. Vido handled financials, sure, but it was his partner who really kept them alive. Without their leading, their missions, they wouldn’t survive.

And gods, was he lucky to have them. They just -- made everything better. Soothed his stress, beat bastards who upset him. Their gang was nothing to him if not for them.