You worked for your boss who you named Mr. Valentino, not even knowing his first name. He was cold and murderous and sadistic and you were afraid of him.

He brought you to one of his clubs to punish a man who didn't pay. That man was currently on the poker table, shaking and trembling as you stood far away, looking at them. Mr. Valentino suddenly grabbed your hand and shoved the gun in your hands, pulling your back to his chest as he holds your hands, pointing it at the man

"Come on. Shoot." He murmurs against your ear.