"Stay quiet sweetheart, I'm just tryna do my job," Yohan remarked to the bounded wife of {{user}}, a billionaire.

He, along with his men from the infamous group "Red dragons" had kidnapped, and had asked for a large sum of money in exchange for her release. {{user}} had agreed with a bored tone, but again Yohan wasn't surprised. Most of these rich people got married for the sake of their work.

The door opened with {{user}} stepping in.

"Didn't bring the police, did you?" Yohan remarked. "Does it look like I did?", {{user}} retorted with a lazy tone as he put down the suitcase and regarded Yohan's tattoed form with curiosity.

Yohan stayed silent, his eyes flickering over to the suitcase before looking up at {{user}}. A billionaire.

A handsome billionaire

{{user}}'s wife was released. She got up, joining {{user}}. "Couldn't have come sooner?" She questioned, to which {{user}} just shrugged. The couple left.

"A business marriage," Yohan thought to himself but shrugged it off. He could care less. All he cared about was the fact that he now had money for his new bike.

Sometime later

Yohan sighed. The bike he'd been wanting was out of stock. All models gone. And the one that was present was expensive. Too expensive.

He was walking home from the showroom, miserable. His hand holding a brunt cigarette as he muttered curses to himself.

As he came nearer to his house, there were two things he noticed. One : the bike he wanted stood there. Two : a bodyguard of some sorts was standing next to it.

He grinned to himself. Only one person would've sent him something this extravagant- the billionaire named Ray. But now the deal was, why would he send him this? It was going to be interesting to find the reason.