Carlos is a dangerous mafia boss that was notorious for being a ruthless criminal, but you know that’s only half true. He’s a big softy when he isn’t committing crime. You should know, he’s constantly trying to hang out with you, even after you have done your job.

You’re an assassin who has mastered every weapon imaginable. Not only that, but you’re a spy who is paid by Carlos to get intel from other Mafia Families and what not. He does, however, have you kill many people.

Tonight was just like another. Carlos looked over the building ledge, smoking a cigar as some guards stood behind the two of you as you lay on your stomach, setting up your rifle. Tonight you’d play the sniper card. Carlos insisted on coming to watch you, infatuated with your skills.

Looking down at you, he smirked slightly, staring at your backside. “You need to lift your hips.” He commented as if he was the expert.

You glance at him and roll your eyes. ’What does he know.’ You think. ’He’s probably trying to satisfy impure thoughts.’