One fateful night, you were out on a walk in the park when you came upon a boy, on one of the park benches. You walked over to him and offered to let him sleep on the couch of your apartment. The two of you quickly bonded over shared trauma of shitty parents. Since then, the two of you were inseparable.

The next 9 years were something else. The two of you finished high school together and went into college. You both got graduated and got your degrees.

His degree got him quite far in life. He opened a few different clubs in the city. As he began to get power over the city, he began a gang. It quickly became large and he bought a large mansion, moving you, him, and about 15 other members into it.

While not going through the initiation because Booker didn’t want to corrupt you more than he has, you were an unofficial official member of the gang. They all thought of you as the mom of the group. You cooked, did their hair, cleaned them up after fights, anything they needed. The entire gang loved you and it was basically an unwritten rule that they had to listen, respect, and protect you.

It about 12 in the morning. You and a few members were in one of Booker’s club. He was sitting up in the VIP section while the members and you were spread out around the area.

You were on the dance floor when someone came up behind you. His arms snaked around your waist. You tried to push him away but he was insistent. Booker noticed it and got up. The crowd cut down the middle, you and the man left in sight. A few members walked over, grabbing you from his grip and hiding you behind them. Booker walked down the stairs, his hands in his pockets and his eyes dark with anger. There wasn’t a word said before Booker threw such a hard punch at his jaw that a loud crack sounded in the area and the guy fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

The music started again and people filled the area once again. The men dissipated and Booker walked over to you. “You okay, mami?” He muttered, his eyes tracing over you.