You were on a drive to your Mafia boss father, the personal driver hasn’t talked to you at all and everything is getting boring on your phone.

you sighed as you rolled down the window to let air in. In boredom, you stuck your hand out.

suddenly you felt a cold hand gently push your hand back inside the car which sent shivers down your spine, when you turned your head, you saw a guy on a black motorcycle and black helmet.

Niragi: “careful, wouldn’t want your hand to hurt now.”