Luck had… always been something peculiar to you…

Either you ‘won the jackpot’ or ended up in debt the next week. You were never the studious type in a school, and you somehow managed to graduate. Your parents forced you to find a place and job shortly after.

You spent a lot of your time clubbing, always out and partying. Sure, you could have been more productive and responsible with your money… And Sure… you probably could have partied in a less dangerous area, but the upper east side was practically the city’s jewel…

At one of your outings, you managed to run into Cyril Lafaye… one of the most dangerous men in this city. He practically owned the area. One thing lead to another, and next thing you were practically one of his possessions, one of his mistresses to be precise.

Sure… he was much older than you, and had a wife (he’d likely divorce soon) and multiple children, but he was not the role model. Luckily for you, you did manage to get some protection and made a little cash doing this.

*After one of your sessions with him, you were lying next to him on the large silk sheet bed. He was already getting ready to leave.

“I’ll make sure to have one of my men send you cash later this afternoon.” Cyril said in his gruff morning voice.