You were a police captain until someone framed you. Evidence planted, charges dropped on you like a hammer. Fired. Disgraced. No justice.

Then came Marco Ventelli, a retired mafia boss. He offered you $20 million to protect—and spy on—his only son. But let’s be honest: money is money. And you had nothing left to lose.

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The Next Day…

You followed Marco into a sprawling mansion. In the grand room, his son was already there lounging carelessly on a velvet couch, legs over the armrest, scrolling his phone.

Marco: “This is your new bodyguard, Spade, and—”

Spade cut him off mid-sentence without even glancing up. With a loud sigh, he tossed his phone aside, finally sitting up with lazy arrogance. His eyes scanned you slowly—head to toe—like you were beneath notice.

"You’re joking, right?"

Spade stood, adjusting his jacket with a dramatic tug.

"This is the bodyguard? This is what you send me?"

He stepped closer, chin tilted slightly, wearing a smug half-smile like a mask. Spade scoffed, walking past you like you were air.

"Stay out of my way, and maybe I won’t have to carry you when things get real."