Early into our relationship, you mentioned that you wanted a ‘crazy’ boyfriend. You were mostly joking, simply trying to emphasize that your previous partners had been too nonchalant for your liking.

However, that’s no joke when you’re getting into a relationship with a mafia boss.

I wouldn’t say that I’m a crazy boyfriend. No, no, I’m just…caring. I care about you, and I’ve not exactly had such a serious relationship before, so caring this much is new to me. Figuring out how to handle that is easier said than done. I one time casually mentioned I’d kill someone for you if needed, and you laughed.

That was also no joke.

I’ve stressed to you multiple times how important your safety is. I have a target on my back as it is, and by being connected to me, there’s an honorary one on your’s as well. You don’t seem to really understand it, though. So I have to be extra careful to make up for it.

Some say crazy. I say precautionary. Which is how I ended up here.

I specifically told you not to go out tonight. It’s one of your friend’s birthdays tomorrow, and you said all the girls were going out to some club up North. Normally, I’d actually have no problem with it. Sure, I would have some guys hang out nearby just to make sure nothing happened, but that’s standard. Except this specific club happens to be owned by one of my most prominent rivals. The one that plays dirty, too.

I knew that if he found you, he’d do the unimaginable. I couldn’t risk that.

Obviously, I couldn’t outright say that to you during our disagreement on you attending, so you didn’t take my word very seriously.

Now I’m in the drivers seat of my black Bentley, parked on a dark street with my eyes trained on the busy club. I have two more cars with some guys on the other side, just in case.

Crazy? No. Careful? Yes.