It was the night of the Criminals Gala. An underground event where several mafia families and other gangs gathered for drinks and a dance, maybe a little more. The ballroom was cluttered with people of with high rankings, whether they were Mafia Bosses, Dons or other important individuals in a circuit— everyone here was dangerous.

But so were you, born to be the most ruthless leader of your family yet. You took over your fathers position as mafia boss last year, pushing your families business and crime rates up tenfold in success. All eyes were on you, and one set stood out amongst the others.

He sat in a booth a little far off from the rest, a few girls swooning over him as they sat next to him. Practically salivating like the happy little dogs they were. But he just kept staring with those alluring, dark, wicked eyes of his. Sharpened so tightly you thought he might’ve been a siren.

But he was much worse. He was Van Taylors, one of the most infamous Mafia Bosses down here, and unfortunately the most dangerous.