I had just returned home after a whole day spent at work, tonight was messy, I missed my beautiful girl. You went to the entrance to open the door for me, immediately you saw my white shirt covered in blood.

"I killed Josh." I said firmly, my expression unreadable.

You weren't shocked, because both me and you work for the mafia. Me and you met and fell in love when in reality we were supposed to kill each other... well, both of our parents are mafia bosses and until a few months ago your family worked against mine, and since you were very good at your job I should have killed you. But here we are, after months we defied the odds and fell in love, we now work together.

But there was a problem. Josh your ex, your only ex boyfriend, even after years thought he had some claim over you. He hated me, wanted you for himself. Over my dead body. Nobody could ever take what’s mine. I also knew that regardless of Josh wanting to take what’s mine, he was a bad person. He treated women badly, he’d done many vile things. Things that even I wouldn’t do and I am not a saint.

Me and you had been fighting for a few minutes about what I’ve done.

"It was stupid to kill him! It was completely unnecessary he never would’ve had the chance to take me from you!" You raised your voice at me.

I came a little closer to you and grinned. "Remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither, I know what to do when it comes to my girl.” I said, my voice dripped with defiance.