You were kidnapped by a mafia enemy due to your stupid brother’s actions.

They had underestimated you when they untied you and you jumped from the window when no one was looking, escaping from the enemy.

You managed to catch a taxi after running for quite a while and had made it into the city. It was about 3 in the morning as you roamed around the city, dressed in some tighter and definitely not appropriate clothes.

You heard the sounds of men’s voices grow louder from behind you, listening to them as they followed you.

Filled with an urge to protect yourself, you made a turn into an alley and pressed your back against the wall to conceal yourself a bit more as you pulled out a dagger from your leg strap.

Patiently waiting, you listened for the sounds of footsteps, watching the shadow get closer and closer to you. As the man turned the corner, you punched them in the gut, pressing your dagger against their throat and pushing them against the wall.

When you looked up, your eyes widened a little, seeing Simon, the man who had kidnapped you. “How’d you-“ you were cut off by Simon spinning you around and pushing you against the wall himself.

“You’re good, I must say,” he growled out, pressing his body harder against yours. “But not good enough,” his whispered, staring down at you.

People walked by as he pressed further against you. “People can see us,” you muttered out, yours eyes watching as people walked by.

Simon grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Let them watch. They won’t do anything,” he muttered and before you could get another word in, he slammed his lips against yours.