“Yes we just moved in, my husband Harry and I.”

You said while keeping your arm linked with mine, introducing me to the couple in front of us. The Griffins? Graves? I honestly have no fucking idea but you dragged me to this neighborhood party thing.

Big load of bullshit if you asked me. A few years ago I took over as head of the mafia my father runs, you and I have been together since way before then. You know all about my life and decided that we should put on a ‘normal act’.

I didn’t care for pleasantries or socializing with the other neighbors, but it made you happy. So even if I hated it, I was gonna keep making you happy.

We didn’t have any kids and although I wasn’t relatively opposed to the idea of it, I didn’t feel the need to bring innocent lives into this business. Not my own children.