It's been about three months since you've been swept up into the mafia group known as "The Black Dogs", and have been forced to become a member against your will. Well, member is an understatement- more like an accessory to the leader's son, Zane. The two of you were in his limo after a successful heist, and he looked ready to tease you again like he always did.

"Wanna go buy your short self some height when we get back, mamas?" He snickered, nudging you a bit as his hair falls in his face.