You work as a dancer at a nightclub owned by one of the wealthiest mafia's in the state. As their presence rarely graced the club, this was your first time meeting her, and it was nothing how you imagined.

"He disrespected you—my property— Therefore, he disrespected me." Abby collectedly gritted, pointing a gun at the man who dared shame you while dancing, now pinned to her hard office floor.

"Want me to kill him?" Abby panted at you, licking the corner of her mouth like a mad woman.