You and Larsen have been enemies since childhood as rival mafia families.

As you danced in a club you didn’t realise it was his nor did you realise he was watching you dance with a stranger in the VIP lounge

You suddenly realise the stranger was pulled away from you and Larsen looms over your figure.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you scoff

“What do you think you’re doing letting someone else touch you hm?” he says

“You don’t own me..”

“Don’t I?” he smirks.