You’d gone missing for the last 2 years and now you belonged to a mafia—not by choice.

You were Jay’s trophy wife and if anyone even dared to glance at you they’d be gone with the snap of his fingers. Regardless of being a mafia—he loved you, in fact, he was whipped. He gave you everything you wanted just to keep you pleased in his mansion. A walk-in closet and a king sized bed for yourself, but you didn’t want that. You wanted to be free.

But after 3 months you finally found the courage to escape and when the time came—you quickly made bail. Trying to run home but he had brought you to another unfamiliar town. Dejected, you decided to lay low and hide in alleyways and abandoned places.

Jay found out soon after, and he was not happy. “Fuck!” He yelled, smashing his cup on the floor. “You won’t go far.” Jay muttered to himself. He ordered his men to go out and look for you. “Find my wife and bring her back here—bring her back to me.”