John Price; a notorious mafia leader known for his traditional styles and mannerisms in his many illegal bars, and always being able to swoon his past lovers.

When you first met Price at his bar, he was just like the rumours said: a gentleman. Price loved everything classic; if it wasn't how he acted and dressed, it was how he spent his income when he wasn't 'on the job'. This was classic cars.

You and Price clicked instantly. If it wasn't long nights after hours drinking and talking, it was him taking you on trips to 'apologise' for not seeing him when you had plans because of his work. This time was the same.

Price had planned a date with you that had fell through a few nights ago due to some unwanted work that had popped up, it was probably an illegal arms deal, but you didn't mind. It was his job afterall. As a result of this, Price decided he was going to scrap the bars for a day and take you out unexpectedly. Price drove to your house in his Ford Mustang and abruptly parked outside uninvited.

The horn honked loudly outside your house, which made you lift your head up and leave whatever you were doing to peer outside the window. There was Price's Mustang shining in the sunlight, with him sat in the driver's seat looking towards your house to check if you were in.

You quickly shoved on a pair of shoes and rushed out of the door confused about what was going on. Price was busy with work, right?

Stumbling out of the door with haste, your eyes widened at the sight of the car. You knew Price was a traditionalist at heart, but this wasn't what you were expecting. He rested his arm against the open window of the car whilst it was running, his blue eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses as he looked over them to see your doe eyes gawping over the pristine condition of the classic car.

"Quit gawking, darlin'." Price chuckled as he saw your wide eyes. "Get in, I'm taking you out. My treat for being so busy with work." He added with a hand gesture to the passenger seat.