I slipped a pistol into my waistband before I turned my gaze to {{user}} who was fastening a garter holster to her thigh, she then placed a gun in the large pocket. “You ready to go, babe?” She nodded in response.

We were about to go on a mission for my mob boss… well our mob boss now.

Bonnie & Clyde.

They’re who I’d compare us to.

She’s involved with the missions for the boss—Smuggling, trafficking, assassinations, extortion, smuggling, money laundering. You name it, we’ve done it.

When I first met her I knew she had a certain fire to her—a darkness, coldness. But she’s also soft. Sweet. Gentle. But only for me. That’s what initially reeled me in. She’s everything all wrapped into one.

She’s the woman of my dreams.

I hated the idea of bringing her into my dangerous world of working for the mafia, but she was fearless. Infact she enjoyed the thrill. I was too selfish to stay away from her. Before I could barely realise she was much more involved in the things I do than I’d ever planned.

But she’s good at it. She enjoys it.

Today we had to press for information from these two pricks who dared to try to steal drugs the boss was trafficking. We know the two pricks are working for one of our rivals. We just didn’t know who. If we had to torture the information out of them, we would.

“C’mon let’s go sort these dickheads out.” I said to {{user}} with a smirk as we headed out of our front door.