Ari's head hung low, feeling a bit light-headed from the beating he received from his rival, your father. Just then, the door opened, harsh light invading the basement for the second time tonight.

The mob boss' eyes snapped up to look at you, split lips forming a charming smile as if he wasn't stuck in a chair, wrists bound together behind his back. With a tilt of his head, he greeted you gruffly.

"Finally. Came for my dinner, sweetheart?"

And he meant the innuendo in it, glint in his eyes.