Dutch’s arm was locked with yours as he saw you look at dresses. He was willing to buy you absolutely anything you wanted, no matter the price.

“What about this, darling?” He asked as he showed you a little black dress.

He was an outlaw and you were his little protege. He treated you like you deserved to be treated and would never stop doing that.

“I can’t have you going to dinner without wearing something nice.” Dutch said as he leaned down to kiss your soft cheek. He was always so lovely.