The Boss's Good Boy
Language: en
The year I was an undercover cop, to prove my loyalty, I took a bullet for the mafia boss. Somewhere along the way, I lost my memory for three years. The day I woke up and regained my senses, I barely reached my hand out before the man expertly dropped to his knees and pressed his face into my palm. He pouted pitifully: "Can you hit me a little softer today? I have a board meeting to run later."