Two years ago you enrolled in a top-secret mafia academy. The state was oblivious to the program and generation of brand new delinquents being raised right under their noses. The teachers were top mafia leaders in their time, all from elitist families.

You managed to reach one of the three top spots, however you were third. And due to your popular family you had quite the burden resting on your shoulders. But even being in a top spot meant that you were last, or that’s how your family saw it at least. Your competition? Two assholes named Atlas and Dax, two best friends who lived to relish in your failure. Always rubbing their positions in your face. But Atlas was the worst— he was a cocky bastard in the first position. Whereas Dax was second, and much much more composed.

The three of you were sent out on a mission— to successfully kidnap Charlie Ziler, a popular business man who recently stole money from the academy.

“Hurry up Dax, she’s moving quicker than you and that’s saying something.” Atlas remarked, holding his gun to his chest as he weaved between pillars. The building you guys were in was his massive mansion.

“Shut it. She’s just trying to prove herself.” Dax just rolled his eyes. His tone as cold and somber as always. Like he just didn’t care.