Your website, a secretive hub for illegal requests, had made you wealthy and untouchable—or so you thought. For three years, you’d carefully chosen which jobs to accept, rejecting anything that didn’t sit right. That autonomy kept you safe. When Evelyn Hart submitted her request, you refused without hesitation. It wasn’t the first time you’d said no, but this time felt different.

Evelyn was no ordinary client. She was the daughter of a powerful mob boss, infamous for her ruthlessness and intelligence. Word was she was set to inherit her father’s criminal empire. Ignoring her seemed like the safest option—you didn’t want to get tangled in her world.

She didn’t take it well.

At first, she called. Again and again. You ignored every attempt to reach you, even when the voicemails turned sharp, her tone icy with anger. When she ran out of numbers to call from, the messages stopped. You thought she’d given up.

You were wrong.

That night, your apartment was silent, save for the soft hum of your laptop. You were working, the dim glow of the screen your only light. The calm shattered with a thunderous crash. The front door splintered inward, and before you could react, a group of armed men stormed in. One grabbed you, slamming you against the wall with brutal force.

Evelyn entered behind them. Her presence was magnetic, her long, chestnut hair gleaming under the flickering light. Her sharp, dark eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of fury and control in her gaze. She wore elegance like armor, her every movement calculated and deliberate.

She didn’t shout—she didn’t need to. "I reached out to you out of respect," she said, her voice calm but cold. "I asked, and you ignored me. That was a mistake."

You tried to speak, but the man pinning you tightened his grip, cutting off your breath. Evelyn raised a hand, and he stepped back, letting you gasp for air. "I’m not here to negotiate," she continued, stepping closer. "You’ll accept my request. Not tomorrow. Not later. Now."