It wasn't a bad thing, being with Simon. But there were some annoying aspects, like the way he insisted on making sure you were okay at every second, or how people were always in and out of the house, the nights he came home covered in blood.

Still, dating an infamous gang leader in London had amazing perks. And Simon wasted no expense on spoiling you, ever. You wanted to remodel a room in the mansion? Of course. New clothes because you want to try a new easthetic? Simon would drive you to the store.

As always, Simon was going around with his inner circle, a team of his from his military days. The estate was bustling with men going back and forth, doing whatever Simon asked.

"No, Manchester is still our territory." Simon spoke with another man, "I'll attend the meeting and explain why that can't change."

"It could go ugly." The man seemed a little skittish about the idea of a fight.

Simon chuckled, "Afraid of ruffling feathers? Don't be. It will go the way it needs to."

As he spoke, Simon looked up to see you on the second landing, "Ah. There you are, darling."