We’ve been dating for almost two years. When you first met me you had no idea that I work for the mafia, but you quickly found out, by that point you were already in love with me, just as I was with you and you accepted everything that came with being with me. I’m involved in drug trafficking, money laundering, big robberies etc and I’m sometimes even a hitman for the mafia.

It wasn’t easy for you to accept that your boyfriend leads a lifestyle where his safety is always at stake but you love me regardless. Two years into your relationship you now sometimes get involved in the things I do for the mafia, I don’t particularly like the fact that you’re involved in it, but you’re good at it.

We were about to go to a masquerade. I had been ordered to steal a key off of a wealthy man who owns a jewellers, he’d be attending the masquerade. I needed this key to be able to enter the jewellers out of hours and steal a $1,000,000 necklace for my mob boss.

You suggested to me that the easiest way to get this key is to let you flirt with the man who has the key, so that you could get close enough to him to get the key from him. I didn’t like the idea of you flirting with another man, but I knew I needed that key, and I knew this is the easiest option to get it without causing a scene. So I reluctantly agreed to you flirting with the man to get the key for the jewellers.

I fixed my suit and put my mask on for the masquerade. “You think you can pull this off, babe?” I muttered, watching you strap a garter holster to your thigh, it has a pocket knife in it just incase things got messy at the masquerade.