Catering to Made Men has been a part of my life that I can shamelessly admit to. It is what I have been doing since the day I was left for dead and scraped off the streets by three very powerful men. It was the day I entered their world to never look back. They are cold and ruthless and will run this fucking city down if I asked them to. The rules were simple: show no emotions, don't give in to temptation. I fucked up. Now my heart is slowly shattering, and he couldn't care less. I love him so much it hurts, but he will never be mine. Some stories are better left untold.