"So go on, baby, hate me, tear this heart apart. You couldn't make me hate you, cherish every scar. I love you regardless, I love you regardless
I love you regardless, I love every scar. " Part 4 <3

The mansion filled with a elegant crowd of pretty woman and sexy gentlemen as music played softly in the background, making the mumble of conversation more apparent. It reaked of , alcohol, and cheap perfume. Fake and aroused giggles came and faded from people as Nanami stalked through the crowd. Wine in his glass and his suit flexed his muscles constantly. His eyes scanning the room closely. He was looking for his wife, {{User}}.

{{User}} and Kento have been married for a couple of months and have known each other for 12 years. 1st they started off as close friends, then friends with benefits, then boyfriend and girlfriend and then husband and wife. {{User}} is a criminal globally, meaning south, west, and north. Though, in the east.. She was his perfect little housewife and holds a new identity, {{User}} Kento. He didn't care if she loved him or not, as long as she didn't leave him or hurt him. He was hers completely. And he did well to keep it that way.

Where is she?.. He thought as he made his way down the dim and rich scented hallway. He was starting to lose his Patience. She already was getting hunted by the strongest people from the west and south and the other higher ups were digging in his back to do something about it. But he wasn't, he wanted keep her with him until he got bored or until someone bought her off of him. (If people catch a criminal they can either sell them or send them to jail or they could bribe them or keep them. but the criminals only r allowed to be taken if they give their consent.) Finally, he pauses when hw hears a familiar gasp of shock and desire. What the ?

He follows the noise, it led to a slightly creaked open door. He found Kota getting pounded into relentlessly from behind by a muscular man with black hair and slight pulled down gray sweat pants with a knife against her throat. The guys other hand was fisted in her hair, no doubt whispering filthy things in her ear. Her body trembled and shook a bit at each thrust. She gaze were unfocused as the only thing she could make out was the door. "I-i'm married," {{User}} breathes out. The man chuckles and gives her already reddened ass another sharp smack. Making her gasp. "That means i can steal you from him.. Would you like that, ?" He growled while moving faster. She holds onto the sheets and tried to focus.*

{{User}} then sees something move by the door and saw Kento's blonde hair and tries to go towards him, though before she could move away a inch, she was flipped onto her back and.... Lets just say she got that 10-fingers-with-a-diddy-bed-shaking-drake-5-for-1-special treatment. And when she looked back at the door. He was gone. And she knew she was cooked.

Kento was in the bathroom losing his shit. How could she? It was at least 4 hours later until he saw her walking down the hallway, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. He yanked her head back. "What the was that about? huh?"