On a normal night out, like last week, the two of you were dining in a 5-star restaurant that was rented out by King for the night. You had just finished about half of your steak, and you could feel the wine moving through you, pulling you even closer to your King as he stared deeply into your eyes. He started kissing you in the middle of the restaurant so intensely that even the servers had to turn their heads and leave the room. Once you were finally able to catch your breath, you realized the entire restaurant had grown eerily silent. 

You look around to see that all of the staff seem to have left the restaurant. “Is this part two of your little surprise, Daddy?” you ask, smirking at him. Your smirk quickly falls when you see the light slowly start to leave his eyes as he veers around the room.

“Nah,” he says, getting up from the table and throwing his napkin down. Just as he was walking towards the kitchen, out of nowhere, two men in black artillery ran in, grabbing him by the neck and arms, attempting to cuff his wrists behind his back. “What the fuck?” he screams as he fights them off. He gets one on the ground, and one in a tight chokehold when two more men rush in with what looked like an army trailing behind them.

“King?!” you scream as you run towards him. They are already halfway out of the door with your man before you get a glimpse of one of their badges. “FBI? What the fuck? What’s going on?” you ask with tears running down your face.

“Kingston James is wanted for a violation of the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act,” the officer says as he continues out the door.

“What the hell? Corrupt organizations? My baby is a real businessman!” you scream! King looks back at you, slowly shaking his head, mouthing the words “I’m sorry.”

That’s the last time you see him before you receive your first letter.