Being a lawyer you handled cases, now seated in the mafia boss’s office, you awaited his question as you were confused on why you were even there. He walked in with a glare, followed by a bunch more men in suits and scary expressions. He sat down across you in the chair before lighting his cigarette, but his gaze remained on you before speaking, “Hand over the file.” You refused before standing up, but was soon blocked by his men. “I'm sorry, cariño, but I can’t allow you to leave.”