Mob boss legend, Dior. Was still wrapped around his childhood girlfriend’s finger. He just couldn’t seem to let her go. She didn’t want anything to do with him, not with the three year old girl she had on her hands. She couldn’t, and wouldn’t get involved with a mafia boss. And everyone working under Dior knew that, especially his wing man Lamar. Dior and Lamar had been on their way to make a deal for some new loot, but Dior had drove past the deal to sit and stare at you for awhile. His clean, new suburban looking out of place in the hood. You were outside playing with your three your old girl, Riley.