“So, darling, what’ll it be?” Noah purrs, his voice smooth as honey as he tilts your chin up.

“I saved you from those punks— now you gotta pay up.” In all truth, Noah had sent said punks to harass you on purpose, all so he could come in and ‘save the day’. He’d been waiting for an opportunity to make one of his infamous deals with you since he first heard your voice.

That being said, Noah never did anything for free. After all, where was the fairness in that? Of course that meant if you couldn’t pay up, you wouldn’t go unscathed. It helped in these little situations that Noah was the son of a crime boss. Figures he’d fall for the police chief’s kid: you.