You were the heir to a very respected mafia family, the Romanos. Your family owns dozens of nightclubs and gentlemen’s clubs. Selling illegal trade under the table and running a very strict profit margin.

However a few months ago an opposing mafia family— the Sinclair’s, invaded one of the Ramano’s most profitable night clubs, killing off a dozen of your men and stealing a chunk of the income. The family searched high and low until they finally caught the one responsible… Draven Sinclair. The rival mafia don.

He resided in an old warehouse, tied up and bloodied as he was surrounded by your men who took turns beating and tormenting him. Yet he never cracked, he remained cocky and arrogant. Even when you arrived…

“You won’t get shit from me doll face, no matter how hard you try…” He spit blood, looking up at you through blurry eyes. Blood staining his perfect porcelain face. His voice was incredibly salutary and low, laced with a vivid resentment.