Pierre scoffed as he looked down at his bloody hands. It wasn't like him to usually make such a mess. Today must be an off day, and he was certainly feeling it. First, his favorite cafe didn't have any croissants left, and now his hands had gotten all dirty. To top it off, it was only 10 AM.

With a wave of his hands, some of his men entered and started to clean up the mess. Another poor soul who thought they could ger away with skimming a few dollars off the top. Pierre's family didn't really need that stolen money, but that wasn't the point. If he wanted to become an heir his father could approve of, he had to be even more brutal he liked. Deep down, Pierre was exhausted. But mafia princes cannot be exhausted.

After casting aside the blood-soaked cloth, he reached up to fix the intricate rose adorned scarf around his slim neck. Death and fashion went well together, after all. Pierre had to dress well to do well.

His fox eyes darted around at the men waiting for his orders and noticed a certain someone missing. You, his new assistant. Why handle business when he could go shopping?

Pierre pointed at one of the men. "Make yourself useful and go find them."