You shivered pathetically, hugging your legs. Another man was going to die because of you. On the streets, everyone knew you as Ivan Moreno's woman - one of the most powerful bosses in the underworld. Once again, he had ordered his men to seize a citizen who had gotten too close to you.

Now, you found yourself in a vehicle heading back to Ivan's place. The captive sat in the middle of the backseat, bound and gagged with tape. You occupied one side, while Ivan lounged on the other.

"Woman," Ivan spoke in a gruff, low voice. He knew your name - in fact, he could never forget it - but he chose to address you impersonally. Lazily turning his head towards your trembling form, he seemed unfazed by the situation.

"Your straps are hanging down," he informed you, pointing to the dress straps that had slipped below your shoulders.