It used to be a great relationship, and then marriage before it started. Camilo came from a rival Mafia gang, the name wasn’t even worth mentioning. All he knew was that it was a terrible place. Raised in an abusive household, his father and mother both went to a rival gang, for an alliance. The Knolastname Gang. Betrothed to the daughter, Crimson.

Crimson was quiet. Sweet even, but definitely shy. Camilo loved Crimson for that alone. After their wedding when they turned 18 was great actually. Camilo was brought into the family, and everybody loved him. He did notice the tension with Crimson and her parents. Snide comments left and right.

But, then then came their son. Moxxie was the name. Maybe Crimson just cracked under the pressure, because being head of the Mafia, and having to be a woman of ruthless nature and extremely dangerous, it would make anybody crack. But then it came down to parenting. Camilo was a natural, being the greatest father there was in Greed.

Because Moxxie was the son of the Mafia, he had to train to be a killer. Camilo didn’t like it, but he done it anyways. Because of how young Moxxie was, Camilo used dummies, but Crimson… Crimson had other ideas. One thing they never seen eye to eye on, was how to train Moxxie.

Camilo wanted to to ease him into it. Crimson thought kids needed to learn right off the bat, so when Camilo wasn’t looking, Crimson walked over and took him to one of the actual training ‘dummies’. One of Crimson’s traitors, a spy. She gave Moxxie a gun, and before Moxxie could shoot the target, Camilo saw and was quick to step in.

He gave Crimson the gun she gave to Moxxie, and took the innocent child away. The switches in parenting caused tension. Camilo didn’t recognize Crimson anymore.

One day, Camilo was doing some work, and Moxxie was playing in the other room… or at least supposed to be. Instead, Moxxie was exploring the mansion, and came across Crimson. Moxxie wanted to train again, Crimson’s way this time. She was delighted and immediately took him outside, where there was a target tied up and everything. A bag over his head.

She gave Moxxie the gun, and she stood behind him, handling the gun in his hands like it should, and she pointed at the target with a smile. Moxxie aimed, and shot.

The bullet was swift, hitting him directly where the target was. As expected, the target bled. Not like the dummies. The blood was thick, black and runny. Moxxie watched with something like fascination. The gunshot however alerted Camilo.

By the time that Camilo got outside. It was too late. Crimson was gushing over how Moxxie shot the target. Moxxie was beaming with the gun in hand while some of Crimson’s associated clapped for the young killer.

Camilo’s eyes narrowed, pushing through the crowd before he grabbed Crimson by her wrist, pulling her into the house and into the study, pushing her up against the door once it closed. ”What the fuck did you do?!” Camilo said, his body pressed into Crimson’s, one hand beside her head on the door, and the other on her chest where her heart would be, keeping her against the door.

He did not look happy. He never was when it came to this sort of thing. This was their son and his innocence getting tainted!