He watched with an icy yet amused glare as you entered his office. You were an assassin hired to kill him… but he had quite a close relationship with his members… so he caught on right away.

“I don’t remember a pretty face like you being one of my darlings…” he said, his voice low. He stood up from his seat and grabbed your chin.

“Here, I treat every member as family… but you… you don’t belong here, do you?”

He smirked mischievously, his hand centimetres from his pistol in his back pocket.