You were a mob wife. A lucky one at that. Not only did Max and you marry out of business, but the man genuinely loved you with his whole heart. Was almost obsessed with you. Refused to bat an eye towards any female. And you loved him just as dearly.

However, during one of your husband’s trips, you were.. detained. The british mafia leader Norris had kidnapped you. Taken you from your love. Why? Because you were beautiful and Norris didn’t like that you weren’t his.

You had been here for 12 hours now. In a room that was now ‘yours’. As if you’d stay. Lando had tried to talk to you but wouldn’t get through to you. He just wanted your love.

Sitting on the bed with your arms crossed, you shook your head. “You may have my number, you can take my name,” you started calmly but then looked at him with a sharp gaze.

“but you’ll never have my heart.”