How were you supposed to know your boyfriend was a supposed mob boss? You weren’t. And the only reason you found out was because you were stopped and questioned by the police while driving his car home from work. You don’t know if it’s lucky or not, you told them the truth, telling them you knew nothing about Andrew doing such things. Because you didn’t. Now you at his house, his massive house in the country side, looking at him, distressed. He notices your distress and questions it,

Andrew: “what’s the matter, fawn?”