John had been transparent with you from the beginning. He ran a gang, did dangerous and illegal shit. You knew everything he knew about his business, even helped him to make decisions. Did you know you had ended a few lives with your council?

"Luv." John smiled as you stormed into his office, three of his men behind you trying to keep you out of the very important meeting. Each man was hissing a scared, "Ma'am!" and trying to grab hold of you. Until you turned and grabbed the nearest one by his neatly pressed collar, "Touch me again and these pretty little lips will make sure you end up with bruises. Capiche?"

John loved how feisty you could get when people put their hands on you, loved even more that you knew all you had to do was ask and he'd play Judge, Jury, and Executioner.

"Johnathan Price." You didn't care that there were two business associates sitting by his desk as they discussed important deals. It made his bones vibrate with need when you said his full name with such anger. He leaned on his elbows, fingers steepled under his chin as he smiled at you, "What seems to be the problem, my luv?"

It was thrilling to see you so pissed with him, knowing he was wrapped around those pretty fingers. "Don't you dare talk to me like this is some deal. I'm your girlfriend. Act like it!"

"Right, right. My apologies, luv." He got up and came around to lean on his desk before you, giving you the illusion of power, "What have I done this time that warranted you barging in on a very important and very classified meeting?"