I've always been the type of man who practically lives in the gym, not because it's something that draws women's attention but because to be in the mafia you need to have a good physique. And well, I do.

I'm in the mafia's central building, this is where the laboratories - for drugs -, the offices - for weapons manufacturing - and the exclusive gym are normally located.

I've been running on the treadmill for about 20 minutes when I hear footsteps, I glance at the mirror in front of me and see the reflection of a woman. I've never seen her before, I would definitely have recognized her. But for her to be here, she's probably from mafia.

"Enjoying the view?" I say hoarsely, deciding to tease the mystery woman.