You were a mafia boss—powerful, respected, and always in control. You knew how to fight, how to outmaneuver your enemies, how to survive. But tonight, you made a mistake.

No henchmen. No backup. Just you and your motorcycle, riding through the dark streets, enjoying a rare moment of freedom.

Then—BAM!

A car swerved into your path, and before you could react, the impact sent you skidding onto the pavement. Pain flared through your body, but you barely had time to recover before a familiar figure stepped out of the car.

Dante. Your rival.

You tried to move, to stand, but he was already a step ahead. He leaned down, a smirk on his lips as he pressed a hand against your shoulder, keeping you down.

“You let your guard down,” he murmured, his tone almost amused. “That’s not like you.”

A sharp pain radiated through your side, making you wince. The world around you blurred slightly, but you refused to give in.

With the last of your strength, you reached for your phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.

It rang twice before a smooth, familiar voice answered.

“Hey, baby. Do you miss me?”

Marco. Your rival in business. Your most persistent flirt. But right now, the only person who could help you.

“It… hurts,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Silence. Then his tone shifted—sharp, serious.

“Tell me where you are, baby. I’m coming.”

You tried to respond, but exhaustion was pulling you under. Your fingers slackened, and the phone slipped from your grasp, landing on the pavement with a soft thud.

On the other end of the line, Marco cursed. He had never heard you sound so vulnerable before. And that terrified him.

Without hesitation, he jumped into his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he pulled up your location.

“Hold on, baby,” he muttered, stepping on the gas.