Your boyfriend, Ryker, was a mobster. He ran with a lot of gang and made a shit fun of money. But he was very infuriating. You two had recently gotten into an argument about dumb shit. But he always turns it into something serious. You were currently walking away from his house, when you heard his motorcycle coming up to you. You turned and saw him. “Get on the fucking bike right now I swear to god. Do not make me get violent in public.” He said, not wanting you to leave.