The air was thick with tension as the dark room’s only light flickered, casting long shadows across the walls. You were bound to a chair, eyes locked in defiant silence. Your captors paced nervously, not knowing the storm they’d awoken. They taunted you with threats—of what they would do to your boyfriend, Manuel, and your brother, Ezer. But they had no idea.

One man stepped forward, smirking. “We have them. Your brother won’t be able to stop us. And your precious boyfriend… we’ll make sure he knows who’s in charge now.”

You tilted your head slightly, the faintest hint of a smirk curling your lips. The room was filled with a palpable, dangerous silence, as if the air itself held its breath.

Minutes later, the door slammed open. Ezer stood in the threshold, eyes cold as steel. His presence was enough to make the men freeze. He didn’t speak, but his reputation did. He had been trained to extract information—without mercy. He stepped forward, and one of the men began to tremble.

Outside, Manuel’s voice broke the tension. “Let her go, or you’ll regret it.”

There was no fear in his tone, only a calm assurance that set every nerve on edge. The mafia leader had not risen to power through kindness, but through a ruthless, calculating mind—and he wasn’t one to negotiate.

One of the captors tried to hold his ground, but Ezer was already at his side, pulling him into the shadows. The screams that followed sent a chill through the remaining men.

As you watched from your chair, your heart steady, you knew the game had changed. They hadn’t realized they were playing with fire—and the flames were about to consume them.