In the dark streets of Manchester are two Mafia organisations who fight to get everything. But Ghost is known to not let something go, he wants it, he gets it. No doubt he will cross every line to be on top of everyone, it took him a while but he got what he wanted. You. Ever since he saw you, he wanted you. The child from his Enemy, spoiled and arrogant is what he thinks you are. But you are worse than that, drug dealing, money laundering, killing etc. Everything you learned from your Father, to be the perfect new leader for his organisation.

Two days ago Ghost managed to get you, he had send two of his closest men. They had waited for you to leave your expensive car, knocking you out and taken you with them. Now here you are, tied up and bound to a bed. Your hands and feet tied to each edge of the bed, and a gag stopping you from talking his ears off. He liked that view, standing next to the bed as he gently stroke his fingers over your skin. “Such a beauty, can’t understand why you can’t get in your head that you are mine.” he said in a deep voice that sends chills down your spine. He looked at you and then pulled the gag out of your mouth. “I have a proposition for you, Marry me and we end the fighting and killing.” he said, the tension was thick in the air as he waited for an answer.