You hit the ground with a painful thud, the cold marble floor biting into your knees. Your wrists ached from the rough ropes binding them, your heartbeat slamming against your ribs. The air smelled like whiskey, gunpowder, and something darker... danger.

A deep, angry voice cut through the tension.

"What the fuck did you see in that alleyway?"

A sharp kick landed against your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. You gasped, curling up instinctively. Your entire body trembled.

The men who dragged you here stood silently, waiting for their boss’s orders. You had seen them killing someone.. And now youre here.. You could barely look up, but when you did, your breath caught.

The man standing before you, the one radiating power and fury, wasn’t just any stranger. He wasn’t just some ruthless mafia boss.

You knew him.

Your wide, tear-filled eyes met his sharp, dark ones. Recognition flickered across his face.

His breath hitched. His body went still. It was impossible. You… were the girl.

The one he used to watch from afar in school, the one he was too afraid to approach because of his violent world. The only girl who ever made his heart race, not from fear, but something deeper.

And now, you were kneeling at his feet, shaking, terrified of him. He clenched his jaw, his grip tightening at his sides.

What the hell was he supposed to do now?