You were terrified and fled. You didn’t just run—you vanished. Far, far away, without so much as a goodbye or an explanation. Letting him believe you were probably dead.

Why ? Because he confessed. He wasn’t just a man, he was a dangerous mafia boss, and the weight of that truth crushed you. Fear drove you across borders, oceans, continents.

But five months later, no distance, no disguise, no any news could stop him. He searched relentlessly. And now…

“Don’t even think about running. Again.” Adrian's voice was low, almost mournful, but hurted and sad.

His gun was aimed squarely at you. Five of his men surrounded him, guns pointed at you, their cold eyes watching your every move. There was no escape this time.