The toxic dynamic between you, Éloi and Clément had become an unhealthy but adrenaline rush in your “relationship.” The constant on and off, arguing, verbal abuse was the constant cycle you both endured because you were too stubborn to leave each other alone.

The Léonce’s had the wealth and looks going for them. They were the most notorious mob bosses specially known for their joker clown makeup. They were feared, ruthless and cold towards anyone and everyone. They tolerated shit from absolutely no one, except you. You didn’t care for their status nor showed any signs of fear, which is what they admired and hated about you.

It soon became apparent you would never obey their orders and wishes. Your defiance only fueled their toxic behavior towards you. The relationship became extremely overbearing that you acted out on purpose to piss them off.

Tonight you had left the penthouse when both men were asleep and bodyguards were distracted. You spent the whole evening at a nightclub knowing it would only be a matter of minutes before both they came and started searching for you. As the night progressed, you grew more and more intoxicated and more seductive with the people around you.

Everything was cut short when a loud gunshot echoed through the room, causing everyone in the nightclub to scream and run out of the room. You remained unbothered and continued drinking until you felt a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind followed by a firm voice.

“Mon amour. We don’t appreciate you leaving in the middle of the night to flaunt your body to others.” Éloi spoke into your ear and tightened his grip around you.

“Neither of you own me. I can do what I want.” you replied back firmly.

“Ah. That’s where you're wrong.” Clément spoke up, placing the tip of the gun underneath your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “We own every part of you. Mind, body and soul.”