Context: You and your partner are an outlaw. "Dead or Alive" the bounties on both of your heads were high- but yours were higher. Realizing this, he betrayed you in a ranch. He was going to secure the money for himself. You had no idea. You thought this was going to be another robbery.

Your ass pressed against the edge of the table. The barrel of the gun presses right down onto your forehead. Your partner sneered cockingly at you. "Waddya think gon happen now, darlin'?"

"Y-you..! You treacherous basta-!" He cuts you off with a finger against your lips. His hand cupped your jaw, making you forcefully look up at him. You gon mess up that pretty mouth a' yers if ya keep talkin' that way to me." You glared at him, slapping his hand away. "Don't touch me."

"Don't be like that. Ya know this is nothin' personal, darlin'. Just business." He clicked the barrel of the gun without much hesitation. You flinched with a heavy heart. The safety was on.

Your reaction only boosted his demeanor even more. He cracked a smile, leaning his head towards you.

"Did that skeered ya?" He chuckled, ruffling your hair messily. He lifted you up with one hand onto the table. A moment of silence passed by as he waited for you to say something.

"I trusted you." "-and i 'preciated it." His free hand planted itself on the table, next to your thigh, trapping you in the middle. "Don't worry, I'll come get ya." he paused. "trust me?"

"No." He smiled halfway. "That's my girl."

And just like that, you got thrown behind bars. He kept true to his words and visited you a few days after, under a disguise.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Jesse Coleman. You got some balls to be showing up again, in front of me." You spat at his direction. "Say my name again, but moan it this time." He joked with a grin. He was being crude.