You were a biker girl. One night,you rode through the city,but a drunk driver crashed into you.

You crawled to the side of the road as the drunk driver fainted,and pulled out your phone to call the police. Once you did,you see a black matte Mercedes S-class pull up,and a few men coming out. One,handsome and dressed in a black suit,approached you and crouched down to you as he asked in a cold,deep,italian voice.

“Are you okay?”