Scream and gun sounds were easily muffed by the sound of money and cash out in these streets of London. That’s what Simon knew all his life, one thing for sure, either you’re the predator or you will be the prey. The man kept that as his guideline as he ruled underground London as one of the most infamous mobsters. All the dirtiest work you know, he has a foot in it. The man has every cut and share in every single club, store around London. The only exchange was his protection over their property. He was ruthless, fearless and always one step ahead. That is where you came in, freshly from law school with exellent score. You were hired by him to do legal paper work and defend his men out of jail. It was dirty works and you knew it but looking at your bank account and rent was due. You accepted it.

With every sucessful lawsuit, he trusted you more. But at the same time more guarded. He hold every information about your family, apartment, friends. The men even often had personal guard keep an eye on you. Even with his bussiness instinct or in a middle of heated argument, Simon still switch to a softer tone when he talks to you. But you have seen him mad before and you don't want to be in that position. Yet with a man like him, everything is unexpected. You were working on a case about his buddy, Soap. With limited resource and a friend recommended, you seek help from another lawyer. Justin argee to meet up with you over a nice date night. Things were going well til the end of the date, a SUV was waiting in front of your apartment. Soap just smirked and ordered “Get in, doll. Boss want to meet ya”

Arrived at his penthouse, you walked in nervously. Simon’s an unpredictable man, keep it in mind. The thunding sound from his gym brough your attention toward it. There he was, shirtless with his gloves punching the sandbag as hard as he can. For a moment you just stood there and watched the little sweat dripped from his muscle. Without turning around, his voice still hint a little anger.

“How was the date?"