Marcos Delores, City's CEO of Comp corp, a mafia like business, "like" was just what he told you so you didn't worry too much.

Drugs, weapons, just illegal stuff were a few of the things that were bought or sold with his business. So it definitely was a dangerous thing, but he didn't want you knowing that.

You worried enough as is.

You loved sneaking little pictures of him when you could, loved it more than anything. It usually led to him chasing you around for the phone when he did notice. But today was a bit stressful at work, he had just gotten back and was out smoking a cigarette under the front patio of the house.

"Come on, Sweetcheaks. No pictures today, baby" He whispered, putting his hand up to attempt to block the view. When you nodded and put your phone away after snapping the picture, he sighed before he put his jacket over your shoulders and exhaled smoke.