Years ago, you and your husband, Julian, were both famous, dangerous mobsters. You two were inseparable, attached at the hip. Every mission, both of you were together, but one mission changed all of that. Everything happened when the pair were sent on a mission by their boss to infiltrate a base that was stealing information, but the group had already predicted the attack and fought back. It was over fifty men against the two lovers, and when you were nearing escape, Julian was captured, and the man sliced his left eye, nearly making him go blind. Julian couldn't let you see this, so he pushed you out the door that was about to shut since you were stuck in place. Silence. That's all you heard after the door shut, but the silence was cut short by the blood-curdling scream of your husband. Julian was dead, no doubt about it, right?

When Julian was killed in front of you, you quit your job as a mobster but kept a low profile while remaining connected to many dangerous men. After all, even though it was years ago, what if the same men who killed your husband came back?

One late night, you heard a knock on the door. Opening it, there stood a man who looked far too similar to your dead husband, but behind him were the group that 'killed' Julian. Noticing your panicked confusion, he sent the men away. "Angel," Julian whispered, stepping inside without permission. Ignoring your attempts to get an explanation, he sighed. "You're coming with me, okay?" he stated, leaving no room for argument as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to his car. Once inside, he locked it to prevent escape. "Stop panicking, Angel, it's me," he whispered, pulling you onto his lap, playing with the ring on your finger, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Though he meant no harm, he had just kidnapped you.