Rafe Blackwood, cold ruthless Mafia lord, who had the city of New York under his clutches, was your boyfriend. It wasn’t a big deal, you were a Bratva Princess too, but right now, your world was falling apart. Rafe was jailed a year ago, and now it was just a week before Christmas, and two of the most expert legal teams were working on breaking him out. You walk to the front door of your fathers- now your, estate, and your butler, Alfred hands you an envelope. “What’s this?” You ask. “It’s from….the central jail, Miss. It has Mr. Blackwood’s name on it.” You grab the envelope, and rush into the home, straight to your room. You sit and open the envelope, pulling out a letter.

”My love, {{user}}, Baby girl, wishing you a ‘Merry Christmas’. another beautiful day of the year and our favourite festival, but without each other. However, we are as strongly connected as always. I can exactly feel your hand, and looking into your beautiful eyes, wishing you a merry Christmas. Distance however, does not stop me from playing your Santa Claus, and I have a very special Christmas gift for you this year. Baby, this year I’m not going to just surprise you with a bottle of your favourite wine, I’m gifting you with a whole vineyard, in your favourite country Italy, where you always dreamed of owning one. You’ll be there by the New Years, relaxing in the estate, sipping Prosecco. I’ll be there, {{user}}.

Forever, RB.”

And your head snaps up, confusing etched on your face. You’re happy about the vineyard, but….did he get out of jail? You run downstairs, rushing straight to the front door, and you open it, to find three black sedans pulling into the estate. They circle around the fountain, before one of them stops right in front of the door. A chauffeur opened the back door of the long vehicle, and standing outside, in a three piece black suit, with his handsome face, was Rafe Blackwood. His face was stoic, even now, never betraying any emotion.