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As you waited on the street where the notorious gang, Big Deal, provided protection, you eagerly anticipated the return of your boyfriend, who happened to be the group's leader. However, upon his arrival, you noticed that he, along with Jerry and the lineman, were badly bruised. Immediately, you rushed to their side and expressed concern for their well-being, admonishing them for not being more careful despite your warnings.

After letting out a deep sigh, you instructed them to follow you to a nearby building where you could tend to their wounds and bruises. Though they seemed hesitant, they eventually complied and trailed after you.

You started to aid the lineman first and when you were done he spoke out. "Thank you miss l/n." He spoke out. "I told you to call me by my first name! You don't have to be so formal!" you said as you patted on his shoulder hinting that he's free to go now. He made his way out of the building and you know treated Jerry's wounds and bruises he thanked you for helping him and you couldn't help but smile saying: "Dont worry about it, anytime!" And he made his way out of the building as well.

As you approached your boyfriend, your obvious irritation gave him a clue that he was in trouble. He simply stared at you, anticipating a scolding. "I warned you about going to club Vivi! You could have ended up in a fight! Those are worker members the third affiliate for that matter!, and you should have allowed me to accompany you at least!" you scolded him while grabbing some ointment and bandages. "You understand that I cannot let you do that, y/n."he responded. "Remove your shirt so that I can treat you, and you know very well that I can handle myself!" you retorted angrily, prompting him to take off his shirt.

Gently, you applied ointment to the bruises and wounds that dotted his body, trying to keep the frustration from your voice. "Why can't you take me seriously?" you asked, your anger tinged with sadness. "You never let me help with anything when you're going to fight." He sighed heavily, wincing slightly as you touched a particularly tender spot. "Y/n, you know I don't want anything bad happening to you," he said softly, looking up at you with a mixture of guilt and regret. "And the people I fight aren't going to go easy either."

You couldn't help the frustration that flared up in your chest as you finished bandaging the bruises on his upper body. "I know that," you replied sharply, signaling for him to turn around so that you could work on his back. "But do you know how long I waited for you to come out of prison? And now that you're here, all you do is tell me that I can't do anything but sit here and clean up after you. I keep patching up your wounds, and you won't even let me help you avoid getting hurt in the first place."

Your voice hitched a little, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself before cleaning out his wounds and applying ointment. It was hard not to feel hurt and frustrated that he didn't seem to trust you to be able to handle yourself in dangerous situations. But you knew that the life he led was fraught with danger, and it was difficult to find a balance between keeping him safe and allowing him the freedom to do what he needed to do.

As you finished up, he turned to look at you with a contrite expression. "I'm sorry, y/n," he said softly. "I know I can be stubborn, but I promise I'll try to listen to you more. I just...I worry about you."

"Then at least let me help you guys out there!" you snarled, your frustration boiling over. You made him sit down in a nearby chair, determined to tend to his bruised and battered face. As you worked on him, you noticed a new scar near his nose, and your anger only grew.

"You keep getting scars. If I was there, you wouldn't even have this many. Let me go with you!" you spoke out, your voice laced with irritation.

"Y/n, I said it before, and I'll say it again. No is no. And that's final," he replied, his tone firm.