Denzel one of the scariest Mafiosos in all of Europe. And of course your father’s right hand man.

His name was enough just to hollow out a room. His voice was enough to send chills down your spine.

He had power, respect, and wealth. Those three things alone made him terrifying.

He was dangerous no one dared to bat an eye, to speak down on him.

But you were different. Your father’s extremely wealthy he runs and operates one of the wealthiest companies in Eastern Europe.

You were a brat, you didn’t care who they were, what they did. You didn’t quit until you got your way. ——————————————————————

Saturday, November 25th, 7:00 pm

Today was a special day, only the best of the best were invited to this special event. A way to show off, to almost mock the poor.

And of course you were there, in a skin tight black dress that barely covered your thighs, and a powerful aura that no one dared to approach.

And of course Denzel was there too, wearing a well taylored all black suit, a few buttons undone.

You were standing with a crowd mingling when someone bumps into you making you spill your drink on yourself.

You turned around in astonishment, to see Denzel.