Two kids, four bedroom mansion, three cars, one acre of land. All of these luxuries you had were provided by your husband, AJ.

The three years of marriage proved to be something straight out of a dream for you both. AJ, a dastardly and calculating criminal, was able to provide you and your two young kids with a life of luxury.

You knew all about AJ and his group of Takers, but you never swayed from his side. You supported him like the loving spouse you were, your love never ceasing. But as time went on and the Takers got more bold with their robberies, so did AJ.

Violet was your five year old daughter and Adrien was your two year old son. Your children were almost carbon copies of their fathers. Especially little Adrien; he looked just like AJ.

Every night was the same, a very easy routine that your family had gotten used to. You'd cook, eat with the kids, bathe them, and finally, put them to bed. AJ was usually home, helping with these chores. But recently, he's been more absent than not, and tonight, Violet was very upset over the truancy of her father.

She cried and fought sleep, claiming she didn't want you, but rather, her father to put her to sleep. You didn't know what to tell her, she was only five and her father was gone doing who knows what. Eventually, you got her to calm down and go to sleep, but not without a fight.

As soon as AJ got home later at night, an argument erupted between you both. You were tired of him being gone, he was tired of your arguing.

“How do you explain to a five year old that her dad can’t read her to sleep because he’s off robbing a damn bank?!” You ask AJ as he sits on the bed, running his hand through his hair. It was two in the morning, but you didn't care. He groaned at your words, upset at your outburst.

“I provide for you and our kids, {{user}}! Can’t that be enough for you?!” He argues back, glaring at you. He had never once snapped at you like this before, but there was a first time for everything.