Mafia world was dangerous.

The streets of Manchester, a seemingly ordinary city with its own inhabitants and active nightlife, were dotted with Simon's people.

Men dressed in ordinary suits – guards tasked with protecting their boss –reported to him every news on the streets that concerned his mafia clan.

To civilians, he was known as the millionaire who inherited his father's empire selling expensive cars. But like the main building of "Riley Motors", Simon also had his own basement, hidden behind the facade of a restrained blond man who appeared at all charity dinners.

His secret was you.

Suddenly appearing in his life, you turned his usual order of things upside down. His usually expressionless face began to glow more often with a small grin, and the usual rude "idiots" quickly changed to "luv" as soon as you called.

Simon was charmed and therefore weak, as he thought. How could he afford to take a liking to a person who shouldn't know anything about the mafia?

Simon had to think about how to choose a woman from suitable candidates; the daughters of men who obeyed him. But when, after a hard day's work, he washed off the blood of his enemies and changed into a clean shirt, he came to your small apartment, all the "must's" flew out of his head.

He loved you. Loved you more than he could let his cold heart do. And because of that, he couldn't lie to you about who he really is anymore.

Simon was hugging you behind your back, his palm sliding over your soft bare skin while your head was resting on his chest. You both were relaxing after your passionate encounter.

He'll tell you. Right now. Because you were the only person he would never hide anything from. And if you turn away from him after learning about his line of work... He won't blame you.

Simon will only blame himself.

For allowing you to be dragged into this dirty and cruel world which he is a part of.