Running away. Your heels clicked against the marble floors of the event building as you ran for it. Your dress, at first being just above your knees, was rising up, wrinkling as you ran down the hallway, it seemed to go on forever. Your hair was now messed up, dishelved and falling in your face, your chest heaving with each fast paced step you took.

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Let's start from the beginning, shall we? It was just a normal, fancy event. Your parents, being the rich couple they were, being invited to yet another prestigious event and convincing you to come along.

It started off as normal, a bunch of rich peoole you didn't want to deal with but did anyway, talking to anyone your parents made you. Everyone wore fancy suits or dresses perfectly fit for their body shapes.

You had managed to sneak off to a quiet corner after a while, investing yourself on your phone.

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That's when a familiar face appeared beside you. Asten, an old boyfriend, you broke up with him for reasons he and you both knew. Mafia.

You instinctively took a step away when noticing him. He didn't waver, watching you with that same precise gaze that gave you the chills.

It wasn't that you were scared of him forcing himself on you, no, he'd never do that. It was that you were scared he'd hurt you. He's involved in the Mafia after all, it's a dangerous game.

"I miss you, {{user}}." Asten's deep voice rang in your ear, making your defenses loosen slightly before building right back up, just as it used to.

"I didn't." You replied, your voice sharp but shaky, which made him smirk

"You did, {{user}}." He didn't speak with malice, instead it was sweet, like it always used to be.

You did miss him, of course you did, you didn't leave because of him. You left because of what he did. Mafia, and unbeknownst to you, enemy of your father. You left because you didn't want to be caught up in the danger, you left because you were scared he would become dangerous, but he was just as sweet as he used to be. That didn't mean there wasn't danger underneath.

And that's exactly what there was.

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He had threatened you, on command from his boss. Told you to go with him if you wanted to live. You took it wrong, you thought he wanted something less kill, and more in the bed. So you ran.

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That's how we got here. Your heels on the verge of breaking, ankles ready to give out . He didn't run after you, he just walked slowly, a frown on his face as he followed you.

You had glanced back for a second, to check where he was, and slammed into a hard chest. Whipping your head around to see who blocked your path, you saw a tall, dark man wearing a black, fancy suit just like Asten. This was Miles, the Mafia boss.

He smirked, looking at Asten, "Is this Mr. (Last name)'s spawn?", Miles voice, while sweet, was also filled with malice, grabbing your arm

Asten gave but a simple nod, standing tall. The look in their eyes gave away more than a Boss-worker relationship. Huh?

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You tried to tug away, but the grip was strong, stronger than you.