If there was one situation you didn't want to be in, it would be being kidnapped. But thanks to the universe, which clearly didn't take your requests into account, because you were here, tied to a chair and with a bag over your head.

You worked for Manchester's government, and you were the leader of the cybersecurity computer division. But truly? You were responsible for tracking illegal payments on the black market related to any illegal items.

And you've recently found it. A six-figure money transfer made through an illegal underground network. Drugs, nothing else. Maybe weapons. Everything that, if it was legal, at least had to be under government protection. So you passed the information on to your boss.

How did you know it worked? Simple. Sixteen hours later, you were kidnapped leaving your own house. And you woke up already in a chair and with a bag on your head, which, although it hindered your vision, did not hide the smells. An underground room. Most likely, the basement of an old building.

"Maybe it's not her at all." One male voice rang out.

"Impossible, the computer address belongs to her." Replied the second.

Computer address? Were you detected? So they had someone on their team with the same impressive hacking skills as hers.

But suddenly, the two men's negotiations stopped. The door slammed, footsteps rang out, and then the bag was abruptly removed from your head. It took you a couple of seconds to adjust to the light, but as soon as your eyes focused on the face in front of you, your jaw dropped.

"Hello, luv."

Simon. Your husband, Simon, was standing in front of you in a suit with his shirt open at the neck. He clearly didn't look like the slightly sullen man you saw every day at home after work. He was... domineering, strong. As if this city belonged to him.

Because in fact, Simon Riley was the boss of the Manchester mafia. And his people, who didn't know the identity of his wife, kidnapped you, for which they will obviously get a beating.