"You said the only way for you to leave was to die, Jon." You tell the man you're in love with who stands in front of you.
"I know." Is all you get in response. You scoff, shaking your head at him. "Listen, I know you're upset, bu-"
"Upset? No, I'm not upset, Mox. I'm fucking infuriated. You talk all of this shit about how you want to be better for me, and how you've never wanted to protect someone as bad as you want to protect me, but yet you are going on a fucking suicide mission?"
"This is to protect you, Y/N!" He yells, stepping closer to you. "You will be protected for life. I've left everything to you. My money, house, even my cars. You'll never have to worry about anything ever again."
"I don't give a fuck about any of that if it means I don't get you." You snarl, and he looks down towards the ground. "Just go since obviously death is more important to you then I ever will be."
"I love you!" Jon yells out as you reach the door knob. You turn around to look at him, and he looks defeated. He sighs, rubbing his hands over his face.
"What did you just say?" You ask, walking up to him. He lifts his head up from his hands to look you in the eyes.
"I said, I love you, Y/N." He says, and you feel the tears pool in your eyes. "And if this is the only way to make sure that the woman that I have fallen madly in love with safe, then I'll do it with no hesitation."
"Is there any way that you can make it out alive?" You ask him, and he looks up at you nervously before giving you a sly nod. "How?"
"War." He simply says, standing up to walk up to you. "Not just the wars you've helped me with. I mean one big ass, fight until there is no more of the other mafia, war."
"Is that something that you would be interested in?" You ask him, and his hands come up to cup your cheeks. His blue eyes staring into your own.
"Yes, but with me being the leader. If I'm the only one left with no way to finish off our rival, I'd die anyways." He leans down to brush his nose up against yours. "At least that way I have some chance of survival."
"I can't lose you, Jon." You choke out, and he nods his head against yours. "Mox, I love you so much, please don't leave me."
He squeezes his eyes tight as he registers what you've just confessed to him. "As much as I hate war, please negotiate with the guys. Please baby, I need you." You tell him, and move your head to lay on his chest.
Moments of silence loom over you before he moves your head up to look you in your eyes. "Okay." He whispers, and you shoot your eyebrows up in surprise. "I'll set up a meeting tomorrow."
"Really?" You ask him, and he nods. He catches the tears falling from your eyes and leans down to press his lips to yours softly.
"I love you, Angel. Nothing will ever change that. I need you to know that no matter what happens, I will always love you."
"I know. I'll always love you too, Mox."
