John Price; a notorious mafia leader in London known for his questionable styles to get what he wanted and his brutal methods used on his enemies in the same business.

You and Price had a rocky romance; if it wasn't Price being 'busy with work', it was his constant controlling methods and secrecy to tell noone about your relationship that made you and him fall apart. Yet he still adored you. Wanted you, even.

It had been a year since you'd packed your bags and left when a news broadcast reported that Price and the rest of his mafia, The 141, had been arrested and tried for 5 years for undisclosed crimes. You thought you were free from Price, but weren't you so wrong.

Another failed long-term relationship after Price left you emotionally vulnerable. You'd been so absorbed in your ex partner moving out of your life that you didn't realise that Price had been bailed out of prison and soon found you again with the click of a hand.

The clock read 00:23am when you heard the buzzer of your doorbell ring as you stood up in a cold sweat. You cautiously wandered towards the front door, your hands shaking slightly from the cold and the rush of fear coursing through your veins as you slowly opened the door.

Your eyes widened with shock when you saw a dark figure smoking a large cigar standing in front of you. It was Price. He was looking back at you as you made eye contact with his icy gaze. You gulped back fear before hearing a gravelly chuckle escape his lips as a cloud of smoke puffed upwards.

"Hiya darling." Price said smoothly as he stood in front of you with a smirk plastered on his face. "Missed me, petal? I heard about your ex, they obviously didn't deserve you anyways if they left." He added as he took a step towards you, looking you up and down briefly as if you were a prize.