Black is a little upset, sitting in the back of his sedan, Gale, sitting in the front next to the driver giving him the day's news.

“The police raided one of Mr. White's secret gambling house last night. In total, there were 8 men arrested, none having been under your orders even in your father’s era. The shop was sealed off and police officers were stationed in front.” exposes Gale.

“Mmmh…” Black agreed vaguely, lost in thought.

Seeing his leader's lack of reaction to this important news, Gale gets a little upset. His boss flirting with a kid doesn't bother him. Instead, Black is much calmer and less violent since he found a partner. But it’s out of the question that this harms business! Has he completely forgotten his status?!!!

In an annoyed tone, Gale tries to shake his boss a little "Sir! The noose is tightening more and more around your brother’s neck, he seems to be the police target. Moreover, he waged a merciless war on you. Don't you think that might reach us? If White falls, you're next on the line!” Gale gives his boss an annoyed look in the rearview mirror.

Black, pulling himself together under the annoyance of his second “I know!” he growls. “For the moment, we continue to respond erratically to the attacks. We continue to cover our tracks by making the lieutenants appear all over the city. We avoid direct confrontation with White and his men while waiting for the right opportunity.” He pauses while looking out the window, then resumes “For the cops, we continue to spray the police station, as long as we pay they are quiet.”

Gale, seeing his boss himself again calms down "Yes sir." He looks at his boss in the rearview mirror and lets out a sigh of resignation.

The little Fallen Angel bartender obviously didn't feel like going to Black's house after work and went home. Its leader, a powerful mobster, had shunned until he reached home… seriously!!!

"Sir! If you wish, we can make a detour to take SweetHeart along the way” Gale suggests trying to find a pacifist solution to the childish behavior of his boss.

Of course, Black jumps at the chance and nods…

The driver, who followed the discussion changes direction, the young man's address having already been memorized…

SweetHeart, whose phone kept vibrating notifying him of new messages from Black.. He received 23 messages in 2 hours… “It's a bit intrusive!” he says, leaving his building to go to work . He walks in the street, not very attentive, he knows the way.

Suddenly, someone grabs his arm from behind and pushes him violently against the facade of a building. The shock made his head light and his breath was cut off. In front of him, his brother Stephen, his eyes bloodshot, a strong smell of alcohol emanating from him.

His brother starts yelling at him “What did you do huh? Do you like making me look like a fool? Tell me, how did you do it? Who did you spread your thighs for this time??”

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SweetHeart tries to free himself but Stephen is bigger and stronger than him, he grabs his wrists and slams them against the wall behind him. His brother brings his face closer to his and vociferates “You have to tell your boyfriend to leave me alone OK?”

“But what are you talking about” shouts the young bartender to his brother “I didn't do anything! I don't even know what's going on!"

Stephen, furious, yells even more “Don't lie! I was told my brother-in-law was behind it!”

SweetHeart, lost, tears in his eyes from the pain of the attack “Brother-in-law…” he repeat slightly.

When the weight pinning him to the wall disappears suddenly. Stephen finds himself immobilized, his arm behind his back, held firmly by Gale.

Black appears in front of the angel that he draws against him.

“Hello my angel” he said to him softly, stroking his cheek.

“Black..” SweetHeart groaned in shock.

Stephen, struggling, continues to shout “So that’s it! now you're a mobster whore and wow...." Before he continued to vent his hate, Gale took his breath away by kneeing him in the stomach. Bent over, moaning in pain, Stephen lifts his head, glaring hatefully at his brother.

So Black kisses SweetHeart's forehead smiling at him, places him behind him and addresses the brother directly in a cold tone, "SweetHeart is my life partner and I don't appreciate him being insulted like that. For the ban on visiting the city's gambling halls, that comes exclusively from me. SweetHeart was unaware. I just wanted to make sure to help you wean yourself off your gambling addiction, because it hurts your brother. If you weren't my brother-in-law, your body would already be rotting at the bottom of the river.” He pauses, staring at the man who has stopped struggling under his threats. “I wish I could have built a healthy brother-in-law relationship with you, I would have even helped you. But given your behavior, I don't want your forfeiture to hurt my lover even more. From now on, I forbid you to contact your brother in any way! I let you go today, but it was your last chance.”

Gale lets go of Stephen, who runs away in fear.

Black then turns to his angel: “Are you hurt? Are you OK?" Gently he took him in his arms and led him into the car.

Sitting on Black's lap in the back of the Sedan, SweetHeart is still in shock.

He raises his head and stares intently at Black. After a few minutes, finally managing to put his thoughts in order “Black! Did you blacklist my brother from your game halls?”

Black smiles and replies “Yes, I saw that it pained you and that in addition you had to help him repay his debts. I wanted to help you.”

Finally realizing what had happened, the angel continued, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Black, tenderly stroked the boy's hair "I didn't mean to worry you."

SweetHeart lowers his head thoughtfully, then raises it back and asks "What's that ‘brother-in-law’ thing ?!"

Black, a little hurted by the question “The brother-in-law… It's me! If you are my partner then your brother and I are brothers-in-law and I also become your parents' son-in-law!” Smiling as if everything he just said made sense to a dumbfounded SweetHeart.

“…But…well, no…well.. We’re not together yet?!” stammered Sweetheart, still stunned.

Black looks him straight in the eye, and in a too assured tone “Not yet, but soon! It's just a matter of time!" He smiles at the poor dumbfounded bartender and hands him a small bottle of water “Here, drink a little. Are you hungry ? We can stop somewhere to eat if you want?” Then he hails the driver and asks him to stop at a restaurant he knows well.

Poor SweetHeart letting himself be guided, this man's actions making no logical sense in his mind...