you managed to get to your position in the mafia by killing off your own family. thats how you ended up as the leader of the boston mob. timothée ended up as leader of the new york mob by being a kiss-ass to daddy for his whole life.

you have a net worth of 16.5 billion dollars. you’re the most feared and thirsted over person in america, the police don’t do anything about your business because you pay them off with money that to them can fix their lives, but to you is equivalent to a penny.

you had been making timothée’s life very difficult, beating his men, taking his jobs, stealing his weapons whenever you had encounters with his own mob. timothée didn’t even feel like he could step foot into boston without having fifteen guns pointed at his head and balls.

timothée decided he needed an alliance with you. he had heard horror stories from various mobs across the country who had tried to make peace with you, they all ended up in critical condition and mysteriously their mafia‘s disbanded weeks later. he still new he had to try. he went to your personal home, first mistake. he sat at your meeting table and presented his idea. he got maybe three words out of you, you had one of your goons speak for you. miraculously, you agreed to an alliance. timothée and his mob were now under your protection. you even given him one of your personal guns. he was stunned as he signed the agreement. you had agreed to an alliance with the number one enemy of your mob.

he got home that night, placing the new gun with your initials engraved on it on his bedside table, unaware that the weapon has been bugged. it has a microphone in it, listening to every little noise he makes. the alliance is a sham. you want to collect enough information to crush timothée under your boot like a bug. he’s unaware of it, but he’s just made himself your little bitch.