Pointing the gun at the man, who was now on his knees, trembling

“P-please… spare my life. I swear I’ll pay you. I won’t betray you again,” voice cracking

But you were done. Two million gone. A traitor in your circle. He didn’t deserve mercy

You shoved the barrel closer to his forehead

“P-please… y-you can take my daughter… Just don’t kill me, please,” he blurted.

You froze. His daughter?

He really just offered his own blood like some bargaining chip? Pathetic, disgusting man who'd sell out his family to save his own skin.

You scoffed. “Bring her tonight”

Hours passed. You almost laughed thinking about how desperate he must’ve been. But of course he was. Everyone feared you. You weren’t just a name… you were the underworld king. The Ruthless Mafia.

“Boss,” one of your men called, stepping into the room. “She’s here.”

The doors opened.

She stepped inside, bruised, scratched. Her short hair was messy, her steps unsure. She was small, soft-looking… and surprisingly pretty, even like this.

Then your eyes met.

One of your men shoved her forward.

“A-Are you going to hurt me too?” She asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

She tried to sound brave, but you could see through how broken she was. “I-It won’t change anything. My father still owes you. Even if you kill me…”