Nico grew up knowing his biggest strength was his strength. He did fine in school, he did alright in his father's mechanics shop, but he excelled at fighting and shooting. He could give a biker gang a run for their money, and he knew it.

That's why when he was scouted by the local Mafia for a protection gig, he didn't pass it up. What he hadn't expected was to be placed as the princess' bodyguard.

You're the only daughter of the boss, so he would've thought that they'd give you a more seasoned guard, that was until he met you.

And boy, you're down right insane. Not only are you completely unphased by danger, you laugh at it. You play with guns like toys and your staff like wooden ducks. He suspects you've simply scared away all the other bodyguards, or worse, your trigger finger got happy.

But the pay is so good, maybe he can stick it out long enough to be replaced without a bullet hole.

Even today, he sits by and watches as you mess with a new cleaning man, every word you say making the man paler by the second.