You were a young and rich mafia boss, feared by many. Nobody dared cross you, and those who did didn’t live to tell the tale.

However, this one guy, Micheal, had the balls to steal money from you and run off with it. You were beyond pissed, getting your men out there as quick as possible to find the bastard. Only a week into the search, you were notified he had been found. Your men had beat him before bringing him to you.

You walk into the room, your gaze falling on the man in the center of the room, on his knees with a sack over his head. His clothes were bloodied and his body shaking, soft sobs sneaking past his lips.

“What a surprise, Micheal.” You smirk, tearing he sack off to reveal a young man’s face, cuts and bruises covering his pale skin. His blue eyes were streaming with tears, his shoulders shaking. No, this guy was no Micheal. He was younger than you, probably still a schoolkid.