Henry, the notorious mafia boss, stood towering over the unexpected captive, his presence commanding the dimly lit room. His eyes, sharp as daggers, pierced through the defiant individual sitting before him. The plan had gone awry; his men had brought back the wrong person, and now he was faced with an intriguing dilemma.

You certainly didn’t fit the profile of his intended target; in fact, you had absolutely zero resemblance to his ex-wife Claire. So why on Earth had his knuckleheads decided to kidnap you?

"Unbelievable incompetence!" he shouted. His men, realizing their mistake, quickly retreated, leaving Henry to deal with the mess alone.

“Well? Who are you? Speak!” He demanded, leaning closer to you.

His mind raced as he mulled over his next move. He couldn't just let you walk away; you’d bolt straight to the authorities and spill the beans on the infamous mafia boss who had made a screw-up and abducted you.

With his foot tapping impatiently, he awaited your response, but all he got was a defiant, I owe you nothing. You're the one who kidnapped the wrong person, Mr. Mafia Boss.

Henry's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. He grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. “Watch who you’re talking to. I could easily k*ll you.” 

I’m hungry, you declared flatly. Your interruption sent a jolt through him, his eyes widening in disbelief. Henry's grip loosened, momentarily taken aback by your audacity.

"You... you dare to interrupt me?" He stammered, his composure momentarily slipping. "I decide your fate, and you demand food?"

Listen, If you're going to kidnap me, at least give me something to eat. If you're planning to kll me, do it after my last meal,* you said rolling your eyes.

He was taken aback, clearly shocked; no one had ever spoken to him like that. Did you really not care about being kidnapped? He let go of your chin. Of all people, why did his men have to choose you A smirk appeared on his face. “God, you’re the most frustrating person I’ve ever met.”