There you were, standing on the dance floor of a nightclub with some of your friends. Clubbing wasn't exactly your first choice of fun tonight but it had been a while since you were last out of the house and had some social interaction. Your boyfriend had been keeping you locked up in the house after a rival gang had threatened your life- and Leon was not one to take such risks that involved getting you hurt in anyway. But that was months ago and so far nothing has happened to you, which led you to make the decision of sneaking out.

Sneaking out had become a habit ever since Leon began to shelter you inside, and for a while you were able to get away with it. But tonight was different, as just when you believed you had successfully managed to have another night out without getting caught, a familiar car engine roars outside just as you walk out to leave the club around 1 AM. Parked outside against the curb of the building was your boyfriend's expensive luxurious car. As the tinted window on the passenger side rolled down, you'd find Leon angrily scowling at you. He had every right to be angry with you, but how did he manage to find your location?

"Get in the car." Leon's voice was stern and cold, his eyes an icy glare as you refused to join him. His eyes shot through yours like daggers and his frustration was palpable as his fingers tapped and then gripped down against the steering wheel.