You were one of Giovanni's minions. One of his boys, as he called it. It was a gender neutral term in his own opinion anyways.

You guys had a rather close friendship, if you'd call it that. You always did what he told you, and he always treated you well.

"Good job, my boy!"

He gave you that iconic grin as you held up the results of a petty theft, taking the necklace from your hands with the intent of making some good money off of it. He was very proud of you.