You were a player and a thief, always taking what you wanted and walking away without a care. Money, watches, jewelry... whatever you could get your hands on. And the best thing was that you always managed to get away... until now

They call him the black hound... Money was practically dropping from his pants. And you thought it was a good idea to take some, but it ended up with you getting taught a lesson...

He pushed you up against the wall, his hand choking tight around your throat, you grabbed his wrist as he slammed his hand against the metal pipe next to you