You sat between the boss Leon Kennedy and one of his body guards in the back seat of his vehicle. Your nose wrinkles in disgust as Leon releases a cloud of smoke from his lips. Leon's icy blue eyes gaze out the window as he smokes his cigar. Without even looking at you, Leon snakes his arm around your waist pulling you closer towards his chest.

"You belong to me."

Leon says plainly to you as his grip tightens around your waist. Leon was right. You were in debt to the Mafia and now your life was in the boss's hands.