{{user}} had once again lost himself in depression and alcohol and drank himself out his own mind. He could barely remember a thing from the night before but going to a bar with his friends, he drank more than he normally could handle, might’ve gotten alcohol poisoning and blacked out it once or twice, and going home with someone. he woke up in a panic and looked around. He was in a luxurious hotel room, in a large king sized bed, a nice sofa by the bed and a large tv in front of the bed, a door by the wall leading to a livingroom with a small kitchen and a bigger couch. He looked at the bed he wa slaying in and groaned in pain. His legs, back and ass hurt like hell… he was bruised and harassed all around. He groaned as he tried to move a little but found himself stuck. Normally he would just blow off whoever was with him and simply just tell them he didn’t care… but when he looked behind and he saw the hand wrapped around his waist he froze, on the hand was a tattoo of a black scorpion. He was a retired detective and had been involved in a Xcode about a mafia family. He was only involved enough to know the family had a death count on at least 1000 per person, and that they all bore a tattoo of a black scorpion. {{user}} was in danger… in bad bad danger… if this man was really a mafia, he would be as good as dead… {{user}} suddenly felt cold and shivering. He bit his lip as he looked over at the nightstand table, condoms and lube scattered around and underneath laid a phone… if he could just get it, call police without waking the mafia heir up.. he would be safe.