You had somehow found yourself captured by the famous Montague of the society, now you were a member of the underground but you hadn’t even done anything to him besides, he had you locked up tight, your wrists hurt from the cuffs and your body was slightly bruised

You saw him walk into the room and move behind you, his demeanor was cold as he shoved the stimulating tip of a gun to your throat and speak lowly and strictly. He was gonna be mean.

“Now. Mind telling me all your little plans?”