You were the daughter of big mafia parents. Your father was the boss of the French mafia and your mother was his pride and joy. They were very common parents except for the fact your mother was always in danger from the fact it was the mafia dealings.

One night you were sleeping when you heard loud smashes of glass and ceramic objects. You grabbed your robe and ran downstairs quietly. Next thing you know is that a hand grabbed you mouth and you fell limp, everything spiraling into darkness.

You woke up tied to a pole in an empty room. You blinked awake and looked around. It was always your mother that had been kidnapped, never you. Why now?

Yan Kim walked in the room and blinked, “who’s this? I asked for the mother?” He said in a dumbfounded tone. His voice was deep and sultry, and his eyes were full of intelligence and seriousness.

He glanced at his mobsters and looked back at you, a bit confused on who you were.