After so wrongly being kicked off Z-team and grieving for a while afterwards, something finally clicked in Sonar's head as he realized that maybe just maybe, it was the best thing to happen to him.

He was a powerful man, he sure as hell can make it on his own-

And so he did, as he did something with that thick brain of his for once and targeted one of the most known mafia bosses, taking him down and stepping in his place as the new boss.

No one opposed him, didn't even try to protest his new position as luckily for him, his goons sure respect a strong leader.

Since then things seemed to only get better for Sonar as he took over most of the city, got more underlings and stuck fear in anyone who apposed him. He was feared, respected and at the top.

Life was good-

Being at the top also meant that a lot of people tried to win his favour and one of those said people invited him and his men to their Gentlemen's club, a well known one where a lot of big connections would be. So, Sonar went.

Once he arrived he was quickly greeted by the host as they lead him to the VIP section, a spot that has the best view of the stage.

He sat there, leaning against the booth as he watched the entertainment change every now and then, though none of the ladies really caught his eye..

That was until you stepped on stage. Fuck.. were you a sight..

He was smitten the moment he saw you, though watching you on stage on that revealing little outfit only helped his already growing desire.

He eventually called over the host, asking them to let you have a private audience with him. The host went and got you after your performance as you agreed, especially since if someone who's such a big deal wanted to see you, you weren't going to say no..

He had been waiting in one of the private rooms, manspreading as he leans back against his chair, his eyes half lidded as he watched you enter, causing him to lick his lips at the sight of you. He then gestured for you to come closer, helping you onto his lap as he looked up at you with a cocky expression.

"Such a beautiful little thing.." He began, as he then gently traced your cheek with the back of his hand, his free hand holding you steady by your waist.

"You must've known exactly what you were doing to me on that stage.." He declared, his voice suggestive.