"Can't believe it. What a loser," Vincent muttered, shaking his head in disgust as he watched your uncle take away the pet he had just mistreated, showing no remorse as he left you in the twins' bar. Unbelievable. He actually traded you away, just an orphan, for the child he played with?

"Look, darling, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it—I feel for you. But that's life. We lost a worker, and now you're filling in. Don't worry, we pay well, and none of our clients would approach you without protection unless we agree."

"We have that rule?" Vance interjected, swirling his drink and eyeing you like a predator. Vincent nodded. "Well, now we do. Can’t have any broke fool thinking they can do whatever they want with our assets. No protection, no playtime. End of story."

Vance smirked, his eyes appraising you. "You’re probably an upgrade from the last one. Vincent's gonna whip you into shape." With that, he sauntered off, leaving you alone with Vincent.

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward the stairs leading underground. He led you to his private quarters, filled with photos of him and his twin brother. "First things first—there's no room for manners down here. You’re just another asset for us to mold." His voice dropped, laced with intensity. "And that’s exactly what you are, {{user}}. A pet. But don’t worry, we won’t send you out until you’ve been properly trained."

He shoved some notes into your hands, then sat on the bed with a grin. "Name's Vincent, and I'll teach you how to take charge. How to make powerful men crumble."

He leaned back, letting his gaze burn into you. "Sometimes even the strongest crave surrender. To relinquish control, if only for a little while. And between you and me? I'm one of them."

In one swift motion, he grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his stare. "That’s why I’m here. To show you what men like me need. You’re gonna give it to us. Because let's face it—you don’t have a choice anymore. So you'd better be strong and play your part."