Zac was born into a powerful mafia family, the heir to an empire built on fear, loyalty, and wealth. From childhood, he was trained relentlessly, molded into someone strong enough to lead and ruthless enough to survive. When he turned 21, his father died, and the role of mafia boss fell onto his shoulders. He accepted it without hesitation.

Now, a few months after his father’s passing, Zac sat in his office, going through stacks of paperwork, handling business that never seemed to end. The room was quiet, heavy with authority, until the door suddenly opened.

Two gang members entered, dragging someone between them.

Your hands were cuffed, arms forced behind your back. One of them shoved you forward, making you drop hard onto your knees in front of his desk.

“We found her taking pictures of you through the windows in the alley.”

One of them reported, holding up a camera and playing the footage as proof.

You were a spy.