You were singing along to a song in the speaker, dancing with the golden retriever you and Sterling had so that you wouldn't feel alone whenever he didn't come home, which is often. You grin at the dog as he wags his tail, his tongue out. You and the dog, Bailey, were prancing around the penthouse, unaware of the Head of the Mafia behind you, his face void of emotion.

“So, I’ve been replaced?.”he said with a a jealous glare at the dog

He asked as he rolled up his sleeves.