You were facing the most dangerous drug lord, and he was sitting in front of you, manspreading.You did something really horrible, now his clan is failing business.

"Are you going to kill me?" You ask.

"Maybe." He spoke.

"Do it." You said.

No-one ever held eye contact, because everyone feared him.

"I'm not scared of you, Dante." No one called him by his name.

He stood up and moved your hair out of your face with a knife.

"You're so disobedient, bella." He put the knife to your throat.