Nick slowly awoke from his dream state and slowly opened his eyes, a small smile emerged from his still swollen lips as he looked down. A head of chestnut-colored hair was draped over his chest and her small arms were wrapped around his waist while his arms were wrapped around his waist. He'd woken up several times in her bed, or with her in his, but this time was different, much different. It was bittersweet, there was so many feelings rushing through his body. Happiness ran through his veins as his fantasies had been fulfilled last night, he'd made love to Miley, and they loved each other. Chicago, however, was the last place that he'd wanted to go; for one, he didn't want to leave her, and two, he didn't want to go, he didn't want to leave Miley. There was a gang war going on and the last thing he wanted to do was leave Miley without his protection.

He slipped out of her arms and looked around for his boxers. Finding them on top of the tv, he laughed lightly and shook his head. Putting his boxers on, he started to slide his jeans on too and loop his belt through the loops, facing his back to the bed. Feeling two warm hands come into contact with his back, he smiled as she moved close so their bodies were touching and kissed across his upper back. She stopped at his tattoos and sighed, her breath ran down his spine, making him shiver. Turning around, he wrapped his arms around her waist and looked into her heartbroken eyes.

"Morning," he smiled lightly.

She sighed worriedly and looked into Nick's eyes, "Nick, I love you. You can't go, please," Miley begged, "please don't go," a tear rand down her cheek, "please," she whispered, "I can't loose you too."

He shook his head, "I have to go, baby, this is something I have to do, okay? If I don't, he's going to hurt you, or Demi, or Joe, or someone that I love, okay? I have to go, I'll be back in a few weeks."

"I don't think I can go a few weeks without you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her lips met his for a split second and she smiled lightly, "I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered kissing her.

Smiling lightly, she kissed back, tears still falling down her cheeks, deepening the kiss a bit before she pulled away and smirked, "you know, if i come with you, you could have as many kisses as you wanted. I wouldn't even get in the way of your business, even if I hate it and think you should get out, Joe explained to me that you can't. And I think that what you're doing for your brother is noble and just makes you even more attractive than you already are," she laughed lightly, "come on, just let me come with you, please," she begged.

He sighed, "it's dangerous, baby."

"Crossing the street is dangerous, that doesn't mean you don't cross the street."

"It's different and you know it," he sighed wrapping his arms around her waist.

She shook her head, "I don't care. I want to come and you know that fighting this isn't going to get you anywhere."

"You're right," he sighed, "you are stubborn, but I'm not going to give in, Mi. You don't belong in Chicago, especially now."

Grabbing his coat, he put it on and pulled her close, he kissed her as passionately as he could, not knowing whether or not it'd be their last kiss, if this would be his last moments with her. Moaning lightly, she kissed him back and held onto his jacket while her knees wobbled a bit. After a bit, she pulled away and rested her forehead on his.

"I hate you for leaving me," she whispered, her voice breaking. A tear fell down her cheeks and he sighed, wiping them away.

He pecked her lips once more, "I hate myself for leaving too."

With that, he backed away and walked to the door, Miley's stomach churned as she watched him walk out the door. His head of curls turned once more to look at her before he smiled and walked out, shutting the door behind him. Miley slid down the wall and put her knees up to her chest, letting the tears fall as she wrapped her tiny arms around her folded legs. Going to her room, she buried herself within the mess of covers and sheets that were all tied together from their actions. Miley held a tan pillow close to her body and inhaled the scent, Nick's scent. He was her strength and she prayed to God he'd come home safe because if he didn't, her world would come crashing down.

Nick boarded the plane with many other members of the N42 and looked out the window. He was happy that Miley was his, but he didn't want to leave. It wasn't fair, he thought. She'd been calling out his name just hours ago and now, he had to leave and he didn't know how long he'd be gone or even if he'd come back. Then, he wondered if he wanted to come back.

Last night had been the best night of his life, but he knew Miley deserved better than a gang man, she deserved a real gentleman, one who could love her, protect her, and a man who wasn't wrapped up in the dark side of society. They'd talked about kids once, during a game of 20 questions, Miley spoke of the white picket fence, two story house, with the basketball net in the driveway, the blue minivan, and four kids. He knew he couldn't ever give that to her. The N42 had stripped him of any chance of a family he could call his own. Sure, they could live in a New York apartment with a baby, but even then, Nick would worry he was putting Miley and their child in danger.

Shaking his head, he let out a light laugh, thinking of how he'd just contemplated having children with Miley when they're dating relationship had just started. He wanted it though, he wanted her for life, not the gang, he wanted a family with her, he wanted a life with her- one that didn't involve the N42. Watching the plane take off, he looked over the city he called home and sighed.

-2 Weeks Later-

Nick and the rest of his men got out of the black car and put their hands on their guns. The sun had been down for hours, the only light was the stars and their car's headlights that head just been turned off. Walking over to the large crate, he took the key that Devlin had given him out of his pocket and opened the doors, revealing more drugs than he had ever seen. Drugs weren't the only supplies in the crate, however, there were also numerous guns and different types of bullets. The men looked at them confused before turning to look at one another.

"Did anyone know about this," Nick asked roughly tot he other group members. They all shook their head, "fantastic," he mumbled.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he walked out to the pier, two security men following him. He pressed 4, the speed dial for Devlin and waited. Once he answered, he questioned him about the surprises in the crates and when he heard that they were to bring them back to the streets of New York, he gawked for a moment before nodding and walking back to the others.

"Stash them in the trunk. Now," he ordered as he watched the others obey him. Although he wasn't fond of his situation, he liked the amount of respect he'd gained from the members, so much so that they did whatever he told them to do.

Hearing another car come up, Nick walked over to the main leader of the 904, an alliance gang with the N42, unless fucked with, and nodded to him, "it's all there."

The man nodded and gave Nick a check. Taking it, the curly haired man scoffed and ripped up the paper note for $900,000, "do I look stupid do you," he wondered glaring at the stranger, "do you know what my ass would look like if I came back with a fucking check? We said money. Hard cash. And not $900,000, 1 mil. If you don't have it, then you need to get it, by tomorrow," he grumbled, "I have a life I'd like to return to that doesn't involve your sorry ass self."

"We ain't got your money."

"Then you better hope the tooth fairy treats you well tonight and gives you a big bag full of cash because until you get that, you and this pathetic gang squabble of your's are going to have one hell of a scare."

They nodded and started walking away.

Maxwell, a member of Nick's gang took his gun out, "where the fuck you think you're goin'," he snapped, "we want our money."

"We ain't got your money!"

The next thing Nick knew, shots were fired, starting from the N42 and continuing from the 904. He took his gun out and started firing randomly too, but before he knew it, he dropped to the ground, a sharp pain shooting up his body like a bolt of lightning, looking up at the sky, his vision became blurry, and he felt cold and light. Although he tried to keep his eyes open, they grew heavy with tiredness and shock and slowly closed, letting the darkness engulf. His last thought, his last vision was of blue eyes with a loud laugh entranced in there somewhere. Just her eyes. Miley's eyes. That's all he needed, he just needed her to look at him the way she does and his life was satisfied. The real question now though was, is his life over?

A/N: SORRY FOR THE DELAYED UPDATE! Oh gosh, I feel terrible! I'm so sorry! It's just that it's my senior year and it's so damn busy! I hope you guys didn't give up on this story. I was going to go down a whole other route with it at first, but then I thought of a better way to go about this story and so I know what I want to have happen. What's your guys' take? Is Nick okay? is he dead? What will Devlin say? What is the N42 going to do? What is Miley going to do? How do you think Miley's feeling when she's in New York without him? Let me know in a review! I appreciate all of you that take the time out of your lives to read or review. I PROMISE I'LL TRY AND UPLOAD QUICKER! Have a fantastic week!