A peaceful snowy day of December, snowflakes falling gently in the air, slowly making a thick white blanket wherever it landed. He exhaled, a puff of air leaving his lips like a fog, taking a step off his car, he walked forward towards the man's mansion, his bodyguards and right hand man following behind him.

A business deal that took a twist, we meant to exchange armory and valuable items. Tell me why he ended up taking a girl the man was hosting up in the coffins of his harsh mansion?.

A girl that he saw dragged around and assumed she is the man's mistress but no, she was forced into it and something about her attracted him to her, making him pay over five millions along with some armory just to have her.

Once at his penthouse, one of so many properties that he has. He sat down on the plush couch, crossing his legs and lighting a cigarette, taking a breath and exhaling the smoke.

"Sit". He said as he motioned towards the couch with a subtle nod of his head, his voice holding that usual command but not the harshness he uses on tough mafia men, not on a woman like her.