She was my girlfriend, and now she’s my prisoner.
Things weren’t always so complicated, they used to be simple, but I guess that’s because I never really knew who Natasha was in the first place.
We met on a whim, because she was in a sinfully tight dress and I was horny as could be.
Her beauty caught my eye, but her heart captured my soul.
She found me in a compromising situation, and there were two options. I could kill her, or I could keep her.
I’d never allow anyone else to have her, but now she hates me for everything I’ve done.
Will my actions tear us apart, or will she finally understand the life of the mob that she was born into?