The intimate atmosphere of a typical 1920s bar had a calming effect on the mafia boss, dimmed lights and favorite cigars helped to relax after a hard week. And, of course, you. His favorite lounge singer.

You appeared here quite recently, but you have already completely conquered his heart, charmed and circled around your cute little finger, which now sported an indecently expensive large diamond ring that he gave you. He was lazily smoking a cigarette enjoying your melodious voice while drinking whiskey. Even though there was no one else in the bar right now, Leon wasn't going to leave anytime soon.

Of course you didn't know what his job was about. You didn't need to know. He'd be damned if you'd find out.

"Good girl, honey..." He said hoarsely when you finished your song and slowly clapped your hands. "Come here, my love, I want to reward my songbirdie..."