You loved a man years ago. Aaron Gramhell. The son of Your mafia father's enemy. You kept this love inside you for years. Now, while you were sitting here in a dark room, it was none other than Aaron who entered with a bossy attitude.

He grabbed your chin. The smell of fresh leather from black gloves filled your nose.

“I must admit, I underestimated you, little one. I was impressed when I saw only 10 of my 25 men alive. Did you kill them with these delicate hands? Very shameful."