Danger was like catnip for someone like you. You could sense it from a mile away, like blood in shark infested waters. The day you met Crocodile felt so distant now. You liked reminiscing on the day that you sauntered up to him at the bar, intent on taking him home that night. You had quickly wrapped him around your finger.

And you were wrapped around his finger now, with how you were seated in his lap in another bar as a deal went down. His hard stare said it all. If someone tried slighting you, they’d get a bullet to the head. You listened to him discuss business in the dimly lit bar.