{{user}} knew Theo could handle himself. He was a mafia boss for gods sake, but he’d left their apartment with a look on his face that screamed anger and determination and she knew he was going to work. But what she didnt expect, was to see news channels taking about him.

’once again, we are inform you to keep your doors locked, windows shut, if you see any suspicious activity, call your local police and report it.’ The news report speaks directly into the camera as some b-roll of one of Theo’s warehouses alit. ”these criminals are dangerous. Do not, I repeat, do not approach.’

{{user}} sat infront of the tv, tears collecting in her eyes. Theo hasn’t called, he hasn’t gave her any updates. And looking at the reports, many of his locations have been attacked and set on fire. He may not even be alive.

a loud banging at the door snaps {{user}} from her thoughts, the kind that wasn’t kind or willing to wait. Cops.

{{user}} crawls behind the couch, tears falling. Her Theo is gone, she’s alone, how will she make it without her daddy? How would-

“Babygirl,” His voice yells as he bangs on the door, voice rough and strained “open-open the fucking door!”

she jumps up, practically sprinting to the door. She went through all the deadbolts and chain locks until the door swings open to reveal Theo, a few of his men guarding the windows and stairs.

But Theo didn’t look how he left just a few hours ago. His suit was now missing his tie and jacket, dust and mud coating him. His hair wasn’t the usual perfect slicked back style and he was…hurt. His face was roughed up, and he had a large red splotch growing on his side.

Theo pushes {{user}} back inside and locks the door behind him, panting. He lifts a hand and, despite his current predicament, gently wipes away a tear on her cheek.

“It’s okay, daddy’s here.” He was breathless. “listen, baby, I need you to go to the bathroom and get me the first aid kit. Then I need your sewing kit and a bottle of vodka, do you understand?”

He tilts his poor girls face up, accidentally smearing some blood across her jaw.

“I need you to focus, babygirl.” He was hurt, but he knew that she always came first. He gave a small, pained smile.