James Rager, the soon-to-be leader of, one of the American Mafia families, walks over to me while he slides his 10,000 US dollars suit jacket on.

He sits next to me on the bed and raises his arm to my cheek looking me in the eyes with the same look I fell in love with all those years ago.

"I'll be back my love"

He whispers after kissing me gently on the other side of my cheek. I remain silent as he gets up off the bed, feeling the warmth of his hand gently slips off my face as he then turns around and leaves, closing the door behind himself.

I'm certain that in anyone's eyes, we look like the perfect couple, that's filled with the love that only comes once in a thousand years, and how much they wouldn't mind to be in my shoe.

To be honest, it started out like that, at first, just like any other teenager that learns how to make it in this side of the world, and it just so turned out that I was one of the natural-born survivors. And yet just like a light romance novel, I happen to fall in love with the person who saved my life and just like any other stupid teenager in love, with my personal in the mix, I'd do anything for him as he did for me.

But things such as love never really last for those on this side of the wall, you know. The deeper you get, the more you want to hold on to yourself.

The more you live in this thrill and excitement of having your life on the line, the more you want it to slow down and I wanted it to stop even if it was for a day.

After spending ten years of my life side by side with the man that I fell in love with even after he had changed I still love him enough to be with him.

Nevertheless, love can only go so far with me by his side, his father Luther Rager the current leader, arranged for him to be married to someone else. And of course, I understand why he did so, even though I don't like him.

I know what it's like to be a homewrecker are to be more pacific, I used to live with one and I didn't feel like being in second place for the rest of my life.

Plus, I'll probably be getting in the way of another happiness that he could have had without me being here.

However, James is a very greedy one, he wants to have it all but I didn't want to have any part of it so of course I packed my bag and decided to leave one day and in 3 hours James found me and bring me back.

It's been nine months since then and here I am still locked up like a bird in a cage covered underneath a beautiful fluffy blanket with my legs chained up onto the bed.