I was a roadside gangster, dealing with illegal activities with my Men. Weapons, guns, drugs, alcohol. But I never took any drugs or drank alcohol myself. Yet I was always good with guns. I had a lot. And I knew a lot about them.

I stood by my bmw m4 with my gang, our cars parked in the empty parking lot at night. We talked about our rivals. Some British gangsters. That’s when I got a call. I checked the caller ID, and a smile spread across my face. I pulled off my mask, not wasting a second to pick up the call, and I walked a little away from my gang so they wouldn’t hear my conversation with my soon to be wife. Well- I still have to propose.

“Hey, my love“

I say in a calmer voice, my fingers fiddling with the ring in my pocket.

“Hey, baby. Are you free from work?“

She asks me in her sweet, angelic voice. I could listen to her voice every minute.

“I’m about to leave my office.“

I lied. She doesn’t know what I do. And I want to keep it that way. I can’t risk losing her. And I promised myself that once I marry her, I will stop with this.

“Great. I miss you. And be quick, I have a suprise for yo-“

Her beautiful voice was interrupted by a loud bang. Gunshots echoed through the phone. My heart sank and I tensed up, my hands trembling as I heard her screaming, the sound of her phone falling to the ground.

“Y/N?! Y/N! Y/N ANSWER ME!“

I yell, but her phone goes off, my heart racing, my eye filled with terror and fear. And instantly the worst case scenarios filled my mind.

“FUCK!“

I yell, trying to call her but it’s not working. I can’t waste any more time. I turned to my car, running towards it and calling out to my men.

“TRACK HER FUCKING PHONE! NOW!“

I yell at them and they instantly do what I say. One of them tracks the phone and jumps in my cars passenger seat while I get into the drivers seat, the rest of my men also getting into their cars as we drove on full speed towards my place. I’m going to kill every guy that laid a hand on her and harmed her.