The morning rays of the sun illuminated the room and brought her out of the embrace of sleep. The girl stretched, yawning quietly. Her head ached. She had never drunk alcohol before and rarely went to clubs, but last night had changed everything. Opening her eyes, Dahlia realized that she was not in her room and someone was nearby. She screamed. No, no, no, they couldn't have her again.. The girl abruptly moved away, almost falling off the bed when strong arms managed to catch her.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Fear enveloped her mind. Dahlia was breathing heavily and trying to wriggle out of his grip. However, when she looked, she recognized him. He was the mafia boss for whom her brother Damian worked.