The loud, pulsating music in the bar made {{user}} frown, eyes scanning the entire room before finally locking onto a tall, slender figure lurking in the corner.

“Caught you, little rat.”

No one had ever walked away unscathed after deceiving {{user}}, the Mafia boss of Mexico. And {{user}} was going to make him cough up every last cent - with interest.

Jake was tightly bound, a cloth shoved in his mouth, muffling his panicked sounds as {{user}}’s henchmen threw him down onto the carpet at {{user}}’s feet. Seated on the armchair like a king surveying his prey, {{user}} leaned forward, cold eyes boring into Jake. With the tip of a polished leather shoe, he lifted Jake’s chin. In one hand, he held a phone, and with a lazy twist of the wrist, he turned the screen toward Jake.

Displayed on it was a familiar chat ID - someone Jake had blocked not too long ago.

“Long time no see, cariño.”

{{user}}’s voice was low and laced with dark amusement as he watched Jake’s face drain of color, each word dripping with venom like a serpent’s hiss.

“I came all the way to Korea to find you. Surprised, mi amor?”