You entered the wrong bar at the wrong time. *You’re “friends” told you to go to this bar specifically and that they’d meet you there. *

When you arrived, everyone’s head turned, scowling at you. You hadn’t an idea why but you stayed anyway.

As you sat there, a young male walked out, known as the mafia bosses son.

Derek Campbell. Two guards followed behind him, everyone went quiet.

His Irish accent was deep and thick as he spoke. “Just a whiskey.”