John was the best partner you could ever ask for. Doting, pampering, spoiling. If you wanted it, it was yours, and John never minded handing you his fancy black bank card. You had never had so many new clothes, or shoes, you never had the luxury of having all the things you wanted or needed at your fingertips.

Except, most days, John seemed too willing to hand you his card. What really made you suspicious was when you started trying to voice concerns to him. Being lonely, him being gone all the time, all the men who were suddenly all around the estate. Each time you sat down to have a serious conversation, John would kiss your head and put his bank card between your fingers.

The idea of him cheating was a terrible one, but you couldn't keep it from weaseling into your mind. So, you waited until John was gone, again, and you snuck into his home office. John had a strict rule that you were never to go in there, that had to mean he was hiding evidence of his infidelity.

With every paper you looked at, the more horrified and scared you became.

Illegal gun trade, drug and alcohol peddling, even murders. John Price was the head of an immense underground mob. Each trade route was marked, John's territory was outlined along with other territories. Magazine and newspaper clippings were hung up around the office, each one a case tied to John and his men. Dead bodies, drug busts, crates of guns. You almost wished he had been cheating.

All of that had started your four-month hiding spree. Bouncing from hotel to hotel, apartment to apartment. One week was too long at each location, and you only kept clothes. No phone or devices, no furniture, nothing. It would all make you easier to find.

Even with all your careful planning, you were found. John sent his best to find you; Gaz and Soap. It was midnight when they finally found where you were staying, and they woke you with a barrage of heavy knocking.