It had all been great. Each man had given you the love you deserved and asked for, going as far as to spoil you if you so much as glanced at an item. "Don't worry about where the money comes from, luvie. Just enjoy your new things." Was the default answer from each of them whenever you asked what they did.

You'd never seen them work, and when they left the house, you were never alone. One or two of them stayed behind each time to keep you occupied and keep you from questioning anything.

Until almost a month ago.

Everyone was home, you knew because their cars were in the drive. It was a huge estate with room for the five of you and a small staff of housekeepers. You had been looking in every room for your boyfriends, calling out for them. When you found them, they were all in the big meeting room. With very well-known mob heads. Each head turned to see you, eyebrows raised and glares murderous.

Kyle was the first to get you out of the room, promising to explain everything when the meeting was over. But for them, it never came. You were packed up and gone by the time anyone noticed.

Johnny and Simon were checking inside the territory they ran, while Kyle and John were looking outside the territory. They'd gotten a few underground leads on you, hell, they were mob heads themselves. Did you think they wouldn't find you?

Kyle knocked on the door, hoping against the universe that this was the place you'd been hiding. "Come on out, luv. We won't stop this game of cat and mouse until you come out." John spoke as if he knew, without a doubt, you were behind the door. It was his confidence in his informants, people he trusted implicitly.