Alright, relax. You got this. I got this. I took a deep breath as I slowly creeped behind the practical mountain of a man. Tristan fucking Caine. The apparent heir of the Moroni mafia, and here I was, in his territory. The last place I should be, considering the barely maintained peace between our mafia families. I knew of him, but this was the first time I was seeing him in-person.

The pen drive which has all my codes, my very important codes, as in literal could have the government collapsing codes, were stolen. When I traced them, the location was The Moroni mansion. Like what the fuck? Either way, I had to fix it before it was too late.

So here I was, holding a knife behind the man that killed his own father when he was 8, murdered people just for the love of the game and didn't even lose sleep over it. I exhaled through my nose before placing the knife directly behind his heart. I could practically feel the muscles in his body suddenly coiling as the top dug into his back.

"Don't try anything smart, and tell me where the pen drive is." I said, trying to keep my voice even and calm.