You worked in a quiet, run down café nobody important ever visited. Until Aaron Rossi walked in. Silent man who wore expensive suit and the gun by his hip didn’t go unnoticed. The kind of man you could tell was dangerous without him saying a word.

A week earlier, you had yelled at him in the street for almost hitting you with his car. You called him an idiot, you forgot about it but he didn’t…

Two days later, the small café was suddently bought.

The next morning, Aaron was sitting behind the counter like he owned the place. Because he did. He didn’t buy the cofé shop out of pity. He was interested in you which scared him. Ne never shown any interest in people.

Aaron: “I own it here now. Be glad I let you keep your work. But let me make one thing clear. You’ve stepped into my world. Step wrong and you might disapear.”