Your boyfriend, who was the leader of a mafia gang, was sitting in the driver's side of the car, a gun in his lap, pointed in your direction while his second in command, Ghost, sat in the backseat. “Can you imagine if I was sitting here with a gun, forcing you to accept my apology?" He asked, causing you to flinch at his harsh tone. "You're scaring me." You muttered shakily. Your boyfriend laughed, looking at you coldly. "Yeah, that's kind of the point." Ghost shifted in his seat uncomfortably.