I was laid on the ground and my head lolled to the side as we stood in the middle of a clearing in a forest. I was tired as a car pulled up and Frank hurried over. He was held back and searched and he had his car searched too. They pulled out guns, taking them away from Frank.

Frank handed them a large case and Bashful opened it. I couldn't see what was inside but he didn't look very happy.

"That isn't what we demanded," Grumpy said.

"I can't get you that much within a day," Frank said. "Even just robbing one bank would take days to plan and that wouldn't give me enough. I gave you all the cash I had on hand, the bank won't let me take out more in such a little time."

"You've wasted our time," Grumpy said. "Maybe we'll just kill him now, end his misery now."

"No, no, stop," Frank said, panicking for a minute before taking off the cross necklace that he never took off. "Take this, it's worth money, a lot of money."

He tossed the necklace to Grumpy who sighed.

"Good," he said. "Give me your watch too and we'll call it a deal."

Frank quickly tossed his watch over before they nodded.

"Do not move until we leave," Grumpy ordered.

They held a gun to me as they got into the car before speeding off. Frank ran to me, quickly taking off the gag and untying me. I was so tired, my eyes closed.

"Hey, baby, it's gonna be okay," he whispered. "I've got you."

He picked me up and carried me to the car but as I was being set in I ended up passing out.

When I woke up I was in a bed and it was light outside. I closed my eyes again, snuggling up under the blanket. It took a moment to remember what happened and I let out a soft whine, my head still groggy. I saw an IV in my arm connected to some machine and I was dressed in my softest, favorite pair of pajamas. My engagement ring was on the nightstand, right where I left it.

The door opened and Frank smiled as he hurried over to me. He sat beside me on the bed, sitting next to me as he put his coffee on the nightstand. He smiled, kissing my forehead and running his fingers through my hair that was clean. He must've had it washed while I was unconscious.

"Guess what, I made you a peanut butter and banana sandwich," he said. "I know they make you feel better when you're not feeling well."

"How long was I asleep?" I asked.

"Over a day," he said. "I was worried but you're fine, you're gonna be just fine, Baby Boy, the wound is all stitched up and you're doing better."

"What's this?" I asked, gesturing to the machine.

"Morphine and nutrients," he said. "To help you from not eating and to keep the pain away."

"Wh-where's Mikey?" I asked.

"He's in the hospital, you'll be able to get out of bed and see him today," he said.

I nodded sleepily and he kissed my forehead.

"You should get some more sleep, the morphine is probably making you a bit drowsy," he said.

I nodded when a thought occurred to me.

"Where'd you get the morphine from?" I asked.

"The hospital," he said. "You were allowed to come home because it wasn't a major injury or stab wound, you just lost some blood."

"Stop lying," I mumbled. "They told me you were part of the mafia, you were lying to me this whole time?"

Frank didn't seem to know what to say as he stared at me, his mouth opening and closer.

"You are," I whispered. "You were lying."

"I-I wasn't lying," he denied. "I just left out this little thing."

"No, you told me you only sold my stuffed animals," I said. "And this isn't just a little thing. This is the fucking mafia. Y-you're a criminal. You're a druggie. You hurt and you kill people. It isn't just a little thing you forgot to mention. This is you blatantly lying to me. You were leading me into marriage blindfolded."

"I'm sorry," he said as he picked up my ring. "I-I didn't think I should tell you, I thought that I was protecting you and helping to keep you safe by not telling you."

"I was fucking kidnapped, Frank, my brother was nearly killed," I said.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "But we can change this. We can start over again and this time you know everything, I'll show you everything."

Frank went to put my engagement ring on my finger but I shook my head, pushing it away. His face dropped and I looked away.

"This isn't just something that we can forget," I said. "You could've gotten both me and my brother killed. You're a fucking criminal Frank."

"I-it's not that bad," he muttered.

"This is why you don't go to the police," I said. "And this is why you keep so much cash on hand, it's not because you don't trust banks, it's because if you put in too much money too quickly it would raise eyebrows. This is why you were so secretive about everything with the business. It's not just a job in marketing, it's a drug business."

"If I could take all of this back then I would," he said. "I would go back in time to change everything that I did. I know it's scary but we can work through this, we're soulmates."

"We rushed into marriage so fast," I mumbled. "So fast that I didn't even realize that I didn't even know you at all. You were so blatantly lying to me but I ignored it because I loved you but that was just blind love. H-how could I have missed you lying to me? I was always confused and questioning things but you brushed it off and I trusted you. How could I have been so stupid?"

"No, Baby, no, it's okay," he said. "I'm sorry, I'll do anything to make this up to you. We can push back the wedding a bit and just take some time to ourselves. We can go to Paris, we can ride a boat the whole way there too so you won't have to go on a plane. We can stay for as long as you want. Or we can even move there now, you can go to a cool, fancy art school right in the heart of Paris."

"A vacation isn't going to make up for you lying to me," I said. "We only knew each other for less than a year and we were already engaged, how could I have been so fucking stupid?"

"You aren't stupid," he denied. "We love each other, we're in love. We're soulmates, Babydoll, we're meant to be together forever and nothing will ever change that. I love you more than anything on this planet."

"But you chose the business over me," I said. "You didn't tell me you were a criminal, you almost let me and my little brother die. You knew that there was a chance that we were going to get hurt as long as we were associated with you but you didn't tell me. You put our lives in danger because of it."

"Would you have stayed with me if I had told you?" He asked. "How do I even just casually bring that up? 'Oh, hey, babe, by the way I'm the leader of the fucking mafia.'"

My stomach churned unhappily at his words and he sighed.

"I-I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I love you."

He tried handing me my wedding ring again but I shook my head.

"I-I need to see my brother," I said.

"I'll take you later--"

"No, now," I interrupted. "I am going to drive myself there now."

"You can't drive yourself," he said. "Not yet you're still not completely healed and you were recently given a dose of morphine. I'll take you and we can grab you something to eat and we'll sit with your brother and talk about all of this."

"You don't understand," I said. "I don't want you there, I don't want  you anywhere near my brother. I don't want you near me either. You're a criminal, Frank, you're a murderer. I can't marry or be with a criminal. I don't want to be hurt again.

"You won't be hurt," he promised. "Baby, please don't do this. I love you so much and I would do anything for you."

"Would you leave the business?" I asked.

"It's just...it's not that simple," he mumbled. "This is my life. This is everything to me. I was raised and groomed specifically to take over after my father and I can't just leave the job. You can't just leave the mob, it doesn't work like that. In order to leave you have to have barely any connections in the first place or really old and even then you're still at high risk. I can't leave."

"You don't want to either," I said. "I mean, where else would you get your fixes from or where else would you get the money to buy all of your fancy cars."

Frank reached up to touch his necklace but remembered that he had given it away. He had given away the most precious object that he has for me...

That doesn't change the fact that I was taken because of him.

"I need to go and see my brother, I need to see him now," I said. "I have to make sure that he's okay."

I sat up too quickly and groaned in pain.

"Hey, you have to be careful," he said softly.

Frank held my arm to help me up but I hit it away. I stood up slowly, pulling out the IV needle. I walked downstairs slowly and Frank tried helping me but the thought of him touching me just kind of made me nauseous.

"By the way, I told the doctors that it was a house robbery," he said.

I sighed unhappily, slowly making my way downstairs.

"And I'm supposed to protect your lies now?" I asked.

Frank stayed quiet and I got into the passenger seat of the car. He sighed, looking down nervously.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked. "Let's go, I need to see him and make sure that he's okay."

"There's something that I should probably tell you first," Frank said quietly. "Mikey has been in the hospital since the night he was shot but...he hasn't woken up yet."