Dwayne Mosby was on a romantic dinner with his young wife, Michaela, in a top-notch Italian restaurant. He was in a loose Armani suit, while his slender wife wore a red Dolce and Gabbana dress. Nobody disturbed their lovey-dovey time together.
The Italian restaurant's manager had actually completely evacuated the seats upon Dwayne's arrival. After all, the latter was the reigning mafia leader of Petra County and commanded militia armies. When he walked into any establishment, it was deemed reserved for him.
"Honey… How come you finally found time to take me out on a classy dinner?" Michaela asked, giggling. "You're always busy in your mafioso fights."
"Sweetheart…" Dwayne began, holding her dainty hand. He was pleased to see his wife cheerful after a long time. Usually, a gangster of his stature had to spend most of the day dealing with turf wars. It interfered with his marital relationship.