Johnny had been in the UK, and for once, it wasn't for business. Good military friends of his ran another gang based in Manchester and Liverpool. Two heads of the gang, unusual, but Simon and Price made it work.

Aside from all the gang crap going on in Scotland, Johnny had decided to take the mini vacation. He had wanted to take you, but you had declined the long flight and being trapped in a flying tube. No thanks, not going down in the middle of the ocean.

Two months were spent in the UK, and Johnny felt refreshed and ready to take on whatever was going on in his cities.

But he missed you more than anything.

"Bonnie!" Johnny threw his suitcase somewhere in the foyer of his estate, "I'm home!"

Fast, excited footsteps hurried from the second floor before your happy face appeared on the stairway. He'd never seen you come down the stairs so fast.

Johnny laughed happily, the current gang war out of his mind as he scooped you up and pressed you to the wall. "And there is that beautiful face I missed so much." Johnny's hands cupped your cheeks, feeling the soft skin, "You've been safe, yeah? Not hurt at all? My boys protected you?"