He knew you were vulnerable. You were sweet, loyal to the whole gang – but you were naïve; gullible.

With Dutch going crazy and Micah spinning yarns to the gang like the rat he was, Arthur made it his main priority to make sure you didn't fall trap to the silver tongued snakes.

"{{user}}." He smiled, gesturing you over to him.

"Wanna have a drink?" He offered gruffly, handing you a beer. His eyes were trained on your figure, his mood slightly dampening. You were way too much of a sweetheart for this.