The shotgun was uncomfortable and the holster fitted around your back was two sizes too small, but it was the only spare that your new lady friend had. With your long trench coats concealing your weapons, you raced yourselves to Bingo's Cash Loans, a store on the corner of a miscellaneous avenue—the same store that had skipped its protection payments two weeks in a row, despite Boogie-'s lenience.

Lady friend entered first and you dwelt outside for a few minutes as she had ordered. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see lady friend conversing with the middle-aged man across the counter. The man looked anxious. His eyes were wide and his half-bald head already had drips of sweat racing down onto his forehead. She grinned and stuffed her hand behind her back. That was your cue.

You barged into the store, shotgun equipped, and instantly aimed at the man. Rihanna aligned her weapon with his knee and howled at him to pack up the money. Obediently, the pleading man's shaking hands unlocked a steel safe under the counter before he chucked bricks of money tied together with elastic bands at you. You collected the cash when a BANG! sent you in a daze of confusion. The next thing you knew, the man was laying on the floor with blood seeping from his knee and friend’s shotgun was smoking. You both scrambled out of the store, only to bump into a security guard.

You grabbed lady friend and started screaming in fear. You shouted at the security guard and, after a second of misunderstanding, lady friend began to weep with you. You pointed in an unspecified direction, claiming that a man with a shotgun went that way, and the guard took off in a panicked rush. Grinning, you composed yourself and hauled ass out of there with your pockets stacked to the brim with money and lady friend’s laughs echoing throughout the dark streets of Los Angeles.

The adrenaline rush you and your new lady friend shared two nights ago could not be forgotten. Not to mention the hefty payout she dedicated to you for your determination and improvising skills when that security guard had questioned you two about what you were doing. The success sent a positive vibe coasting through your loins, but all that would come to a halt when you received word that the handsome man wanted to see you again.

You immediately made your way to his office and just as you yanked the door open, your new friend brushed out of the room and beside your figure. Her breath was against your cheek as she passed you, and you could feel the smirk she wore from that one exhale. You sighed, shoving yourself into one of the chairs after shutting the door, and looked up to see the man of the hour with his large seat turned to face the window. All that was visible of him was his hair.

"She told me you two did well," he began. "And you brought home a good profit, too, as my bank account now states." He was grinning. You knew he was grinning. "But now I want you to do something more...independent. Remember how we met? How could you forget?... You will go out there and do that to people, and then bring back what you make. You'll get a cut of it if you make enough coin. Impress me, kid." You went to stand but he lifted a single finger, his voice alluring and calm yet horrifyingly powerful. "You're still not out of debt. Remember that.”