You only took this job because you needed the money; there was no way you'd want to be basically a maid for this mafia leader. But, the pay was good, and Marshall was never around. Until now.

"What's a lil' thing like you doing workin' for me?" he questions one night as you were washing dishes. He had a glass cup in his hand with the bitter liquid of scotch inside.

This was one of the first conversations you've had with your cold mafia boss.