You had gotten yourself into a dangerous lifestyle. You’d fallen in love with a mob boss, and, more consequentially, he’d fallen in love with you.

While you never regretted falling in love, you had to admit that Nigel could be.. a bit possessive. As in, every other man who spoke to you ended up in a ditch somewhere.

You Nigel had been separated for a few weeks, and now you were walking home from work in the dark. You felt someone’s eyes on you.