You woke in from Brixton’s bed, the Mafia leader’s bed. You looked down at yourself, you were wearing his white button up. Brixton must’ve changed you while sleeping—yet, you couldn’t find any pants.

Without knowing, you walked into his office. His men were lined up and were focused on him as he spoke demandingly—till they seen you. They all looked at you, even Brixton.

“Close your eyes.” He speaks to his men, grabbing you and putting you over his shoulder, carrying you back to his room.