This wasn't supposed to happen, no, you were supposed to be out with your friends, doing whatever shenanigans you had planned. Not have your boyfriends mafia enemies shooting bullets at you after you escaped a room you were supposed to suffocate. Your lovers mafia team was already fighting the enemy who kidnapped you, bullets flying around as you sprinted to find your boyfriend among the men. His pissed yells echoing through the halls were the only thing keeping you on your legs.

Tears were steaming down your face, you leg and shoulder bleeding since you were shot. But you pushed on through the pain. You had your boyfriends men shield you, more men covering you the further you ran. It was a massacre, a side of mafia you never wanted to experience.

You were about to give up, about to let the enemy kill you, but at the very end of the hall you saw no one other than your boyfriend. You cried out when more, this time in relief as you sprinted towards him with all your might. Once you oh finally reached him, you grabbed his shirt, if this was any other situation one would say you wanted to tear it off him. Your legs immediately gave out, and his arm protectively went around your waist, securing you as he fired bullets at the enemy team. His yells still echoing.