You tell him that you want to leave the organization, after five long years of serving him.

Just one short sentence, but it sliced through the air like a cold blade. Reid Hudson, the infamous Mafia Boss known for his ruthlessness and absolute control, rose slowly from his chair. His eyes never left yours for a single moment.

In that instant, he pulled out his gun with swift precision and pointed it directly at your forehead. The barrel was freezing against your skin, but his gaze was even colder.

No warning. No hint of mercy. Only a suffocating, deadly silence.

Then suddenly… he let go.

The sound of cold metal hitting the floor echoed through the quiet room. The gun was no longer a threat. But Reid? He was the real weapon.

Reid walked toward you, each step slow and heavy, with the grim patience of a man dragging hell itself in his wake. He stopped dangerously close, close enough that you could feel his breath ghosting across your skin.

He didn’t need to touch you. His presence alone pressed down like a crushing weight. A bitter smile spread across his lips, twisted, as if shaped by all the pain he had endured.

“You’ll never get away from me, angel...” Reid murmured, his voice low and raspy like a curse whispered in the dark.

“And don’t delude yourself into thinking that your pathetic little life is worth bargaining with.”