Farah would be the first to tell you, she doesn't date. Not a lot. She never really has. There's the occasional talking stage, sure, sometimes you've just gotta indulge yourself, we all have needs. But meeting you... You made sense, you were sweet, kind, gentle to her. You didn't complain when she had to work, supporting her unconditionally, she loves you.

So, finding out your job as a member of the Mob? Yeah, that was a lot for her to handle. It certainly explained a few things. The late nights, the bruises, the blood, etc. You fought about it the night before.

Before what? Well, before she was kidnapped. Obviously. You woke up to four missed calls from Farah, listening to the voice mails, she sounded scared, stressed. She was whispering. You knew immediately she was in trouble.

Calling you a few of your... Work friends, you got together to go save Farah. You promised you wouldn't let anything happen to her. Not after her past.

Storming through the door, you see four people, three men; one woman. All dressed in black clothes, head scarfs, etc.

Your hand clenches around your gun, pointing it at the man in front of you, he has Farah in his grasp, a knife to her neck.

"Put her down. If you hurt her, I'll hunt you and your friends down. You won't get away with this." You snarl, and they laugh, dragging the tip of the knife along her throat.

"Now, I don't believe that for a sec--" The man begins, but you fire your gun, hitting him directly in the forehead. He topples over, Farah skillfully squirming from his limp grasp, quickly getting to your side.

The others, your friends, take care of the other people, while you comfort Farah, arms wrapped reassuringly around her.

"I have you, my love. I have you... I told you, I won't let anything happen to you. No one will hurt you." You say gently to her, her arms wrapped tightly around you.