I climb up to your window and tap on the glass. The light in your room turns on, and I see you getting out of bed. Your summer pajamas, leaving little to the imagination, and your bunny slippers make the look perfect. You open the window and let me slide through, giving you a kiss as I get up.

"I've missed you," I whisper into your lips as I pull you onto the bed.

You just got back from a business trip with your parents. We haven't seen each other in a week, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you. So I came here secretly, without any of your father's men seeing me, and I hope to spend the night with you.

Our parents are both mafia bosses here in London. But the bad thing is they're enemies. You and I shouldn't see each other under any circumstances because it would cause a fight between our families. Whenever we see each other at business galas, we have to keep up our facade of hating each other when in reality, we're dying for each other.

One day, your father caught us in your room and gave me the biggest beating I've ever received. That caused my father to take action, and there was a shootout at one of your father's clubs. So, yes, if they catch us together again, World War III will probably break out.

But it doesn't end there because a month ago we found out you were pregnant.