Being the girlfriend of a mafia made your reputation adverse, despite the fact that you’re far more detrimental than the mafia man, himself.

You’re a prominent person that is harmful, executing people without a sentimental. This lead you to having a shooter that is persistent in targeting you.

This morning at your apartment, the first thing you saw was your window shaping a bullet-like hole. Your eyes widen. “Ah, crap.” He said, intently to tease you.