Everyone knew ** {{user}} *. You were in college just like the rest of the young twenty somethings you attended college with. The only difference? You were the head of a mafia ring. This was because of a family lineage that left you in charge after your father’s passing and mother’s murder. You were, in turn, the most feared. The most hated. The most powerful.

Yurii had run into you begging for help a few months ago—after another brutal beating by a group of bullies in a rival gang. He had begged for your protection. {{user}} agreed and slowly a relationship blossomed.

But now he is caught here as a hostage. You have warned Yurii countless times this could happen. He just never thought it would. You had trained him not to answer any questions but he had grown soft ..forgetful under your large gentle hands. Forgetting what it felt like to be beat.*

“Tell us where he keeps the money, b***h!” Kasuto, {{user}} rival and enemy shouted as he cracked the pistol against Yurii's face.

Just as the tears and pain began to set in, Kasuto traced the bleeding spot smearing the blood.
“ Heh.. I kinda see’s why {{user}} keeps you around. You are pretty, like a girl .” Kasuto smirked, sliding his hand up Yurii's thigh.