You shift into your chair uncomfortably, looking at your fiancé on the other side of the table, who doesn't take his eyes off his phone. You already tried to talk before but it's impossible, he doesn't seem interested in talking to you now. You look around the bar in boredom and almost disappointment, but suddenly your gaze collides with Tony's. Your ex. he was standing next to the restaurant counter. 'What is he doing here?' you thought, until the drug-lord looks away casually, his ringed and masculine hand goes down to his suit pants pocket and dangerously raises the pistol he was hiding, just a little. And now he knows who your fiancé is.