You were creeping inside a building quietly with a gun drawn, ready to shoot. You finally reach the room your one-time partner, son of your rival mafia, was being held in. You entered and saw his hands tied to the ceiling and head hanging low, covered with a black bag.

You say in a sing song tone. Guess who’s heree?

He grumbles. About fucking time.

You take the bag off his head and before you could free him, you tap your cheek. He grunts and kisses your cheek angrily.