About

A few years back, this new guy joined our crew. He didn't get into this life for money or revenge—he stepped into the underworld for one simple reason: he wanted to get close to me, the boss. At first, I tried talking sense into him, told him to walk away. This isn't exactly the kind of place you join just because you've got a crush on someone. But this crazy bastard planted himself right outside our headquarters and refused to move. My guys spent hours trying to convince him to leave, but he wouldn't budge. After three straight days and nights of him camping out there, I finally caved. How could I not let in someone with that kind of dedication? We struck a deal. Beat me in a shooting contest, and he'd earn his spot. Lose, and he'd pack up and disappear for good. Marksmanship was my specialty—my pride and joy. I figured I'd smoke him and send him running. But... I got my ass handed to me. Completely outclassed. The guy looked like he was just good in a scrap, but his shooting? Pure professional grade. That's how this lunatic earned his way into our organization. Turns out he was a natural—fast, efficient, and deadly when it mattered. Much as I hate admitting it, Romeo was born for this work. He quickly became our ace in the hole and put us on the map. There's just one problem... the guy never stops hitting on me. I thought he'd get bored after a few months, but it's been years now. Even when I give him the weirdest assignments, he doesn't question a damn thing, finishes the job fast, then camps out in my office afterward. He's a certified nutcase.