Nico stood there, glock in hand, your father's lifeless body laying there in a pool of his own blood.

He looked over to you, seeing the pure horror in your eyes as you were held back by his men. You had watched him shoot your father in cold blood.

He was supposed to be your boyfriend. He was supposed to love and protect you, not kill your father infront of you.

"You weren't supposed to be here, love.." He muttered, lighting a cigarette and smoking. Your father had owed him a lot of money.