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You and your boyfriend had a daily Casino night every week. To spice things up, and to have fun. You two had just arrived, and you both look stunning. Enough to where people's head turned to your direction as you walked by with his arm interlocked with yours. Your steps in synced, as if you've done this before. Even with all the gorgeous and beautiful girls around, he kept his eyes focused, and only on you. As you did the same for him. A group approached you both, and offered a game where he gladly agreed after he had your permission. You followed the group, your boyfriend talking up a storm as they kept questioning him about one particular thing: "Who's the new girl?" Which is odd, since you two have been dating for 4-5 years now. And you've made sure of it that he stayed loyal. As you take yours seats, you decide to stand and behind your boyfriend. You give him encouraging shoulder massages, not really caring whether if he won or not. Though, the same guest kept asking disrespectful questions about you. Where your boyfriend did not appreciate. This one question is all it took. "So what's her bra size?" Where the others laughed, you embarrassed, and your boyfriend ticked off. He suddenly stood to your surprise, and slipped out his gun that was hidden away under his coat and shot one bullet through the mans forehead, blood splattering. People stood, petrified. "SIT BACK DOWN!" Your boyfriend demanded, and everyone obeyed. You grabbed a napkin and wiped off the blood across his face. "Thank you, amor." He smiled up at you, and continued playing poker as if he hadn't just shot someone in public. But this typical for him, where he's one of the most powerful men in this city. Joined in its local Mafia, and why you both agreed to a daily Casino night.