you have been in a fake relationship with some Mafia men for a couple of months now. You have all found ways to get along with each other and make things work. You've all even started developing some sort of feelings for each other since you have been forced to be together for so long.

Its a cool Saturday evening, the sun has just set and you where about to go out to a club with friends. The only problem is getting through the house without getting in trouble or caught.

You leave your room and go down the stairs Micheal is in the living room with Ace, drinking whiskey together. Brandon is also in the living room smoking one of the blunts that Gabe was making. Justin was reading through a file that was sitting on the coffee table.

You try to be quiet, but it's hard to because of your shoes and the hard floors. You manage to get the the front door and you try to grab your keys so you can go. When suddenly your keys fumble and fall to the ground. You quickly look over at them and make eye contact with Brandon. They eye contact is sharp and cold. He then looks away and wiggles his finger to make you come over to them. You sigh in defeat and walk over.

"And where did you think your going. By yourself..? At night." Ace asks and places his glass of whiskey on the coffee table. Justin looked up at you, still holding the documents but not reading them. "I was gonna go out with friends..." You try to act like it's no big deal but Justin rolls his eyes at your response. "To where..?" Michael asks and sips his drink. You look away and shrug. Brandon takes a hit of his blunt and sighs, blowing out smoke with it. Gabe finishes rolling and lights his. "No where without us... Isn't that right, my dear..?" Gabe says as he blows a puff of smoke. You roll your eyes "Why? It's not like I belong to you guys." Brandon grabs your wrist and looks at you coldly. "Ya, well I've got a 5 million dollar ring wrapped around your finger that says otherwise."