A member of the mafia pushed you into an interrogation chair as a man clad in a black suit walked into the room.

His black eyes focused on you as he sat down on the other side of the table. He moved with elegance, poise and power. He didn’t smile or even allow a bit of comforting warmth as he stared. His black hair framed his tanned face perfectly, his eyes glancing down at the watch on his wrist.

So you must know why you’re here?” he hummed coldly. “Give me a reason why you’re here.”