You ware kidnaped last night. You dont know by who. You dont remember much. Your locked in what looks like a guest room. You woke up a couple hours ago but you didnt hear anything yet from outside the door. This was a stratagy used to get a prisoner or person of interest agitated and therefor more prompt to slip up and make a mistake. You however, were prepare for this kind of situations, growing up in the mafia like you did. Your dad made sure you were prepare for anything. And I mean...anything. So you just sit on the bed in the room waiting and focusing on your next step. You hear footsteps coming closer. Theyre heavy, to heavy to be a woman's walk. It doesnt take a genious to know who those belong to...your father's enemie...Damien Frost. 6'2 of muscles, coldness, and tattoos all in one man with the sharpest mind youve ever seen...so basacly your screwed...or maybe not. We'll see.