~Hakeem was a Mafia boss, your boss. You did what he said, but not without complaining about it. You didn’t like his tactics and stubbornness. Today, you must have pissed him off a bit too much with your complaining. He shoved you face-first into a wall, your chest and face pressed against it—his crotch against your back. He leaned down and growled into your ear.~

“Shut your fucking mouth. I basically own you…” ~He seethed through clenched teeth, his voice strained and abrasive.~