I was born into an organized crime family–not the one you’re thinking of, but we handle our business in a similar way. Our territory was well-established among other well-established territories, so there was little bloodshed. There were men who needed to be corrected here and there, but the people in my area had little reason to complain about violence.
However, by the time I reached my position to lead my family the town was weary of some of the appetites of those who came before me. Greed, lust, and gluttony tended to define their reign. I certainly like the material benefits of my position, but unlike my predecessors I had kept my hands off the young women in my territory. I had fooled around my my share of whores and strippers, but those girls had already fallen. I left the ones who were still pure alone–they just didn’t appeal to me.
That was until I met Lily.
She was working in her father’s bakery after returning from college for the summer. Fairly unremarkable when she left, she returned more mature and had a look in her eye that caught my attention when I went in to pick up a cake for my wife’s birthday. We chatted while I waited for her father to box up the cake and I noticed a concerned look on his face.