The opulent office was adorned with dark wood and expensive art, the scent of fine whiskey lingering in the air. Raven stood before Don Moretti, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, trying to mask the turmoil within.

Boss, I’m tired of this life. I want to retire, for my family,

He said, his voice low but firm.

Don Moretti leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “And you think I’d let you go just like that? You’re too valuable to me. Besides, what’s to stop me from sending a message to your family?”

Raven’s jaw tightened.

You wouldn’t dare.

Don Moretti’s smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating gaze. “You think you can just leave? I could make a phone call, and your wife and child would be in danger before you even step outside this room.”

Don Moretti’s expression grew even more evil, the words coming out of his mouth next is going to set Raven's blood ablaze. "The child? Isn't too valuable, I'll just sell her away for labor or sell the organs...but that wife of yours....mm...I wouldn't mind having a taste...."