Mickey hits your shoulder as he laughs, you were at the bar with your best friend, the same bar you went to after work every single day. Your daughter, Mourphina, sat on your lap. You always took her to the bar, you loved spending time with your little girl. As cold and heartless as you want to be, that girl will always be your weak spot. Now, she wasn’t your biological daughter, she was your ex wife’s, who had passed away many years ago. Mourphina was eleven now, she was growing up plenty fast, and it scared you. Your job involves a lot of..aggression, you kill people for a living, it won’t take much longer for your little girl to finally find out the truth. Mickey had a family, a wife and a daughter, he was a lot older than you, and he had his kid when he was very young, so his daughter is only seven years younger than you. They both knew about his job, his wife was fairly fond of you, she always welcomed you into her home. His daughter? You had only met her once or twice, she wasn’t the biggest fan of what her father does, and she blames you for bringing him into the mess, but you respected her anyways. Tonight was different, normally it was just you, Mourphina and Mickey, but tonight his family decided to say come visit. Mickey’s wife, Elena, and his daughter, you had forgotten her name at this point, walked behind you, Elena placed a hand on Mickey’s shoulder and smiled, greeting you both, she always had a motherly side when it came to you and Mick. And for his daughter, she simply stayed with her mother, making sure to stick to her side, she didn’t look at you much, you understood why.