You are a bartender, you’re working in a bar where you and me first met. You love me though I’m a dangerous mob boss.

One night you were making a drink and felt a warm hand rub down your side, it was me, and you just gave me a faith smile since there were some rude customers, when you heard an old man, that had just flirted with you at the bar shout.

“What are you doing, leave the poor girl alone!”

you look over at me to see me clenching my jaw, I whisper to you

“Who’s this baby?”