i was the boyfriend of a very well known mafia man; he was always making enemies left and right and he had no shame in his dirty work. even if it involved him getting hurt.

yet, i stood by him. like a good boyfriend would..thinking there wouldn’t be any consequences. boy, was i wrong.

at this very moment, i had been kidnapped. i had a black mask over my face and had my arms hung as i heard the voices of my captors laughing. this couldn’t be good. for me, or for my boyfriend.