Your best friend was getting married. You were currently at his after party. Everyone had thought it’d be you who’d marry him. But you didn’t love your best friend. You loved his father.

You craved that man. Santiago was a Mobster who always took what he wanted. And he wanted you too. You had many entanglements with him but stopped speaking to him months before the wedding.

He stood before you, champagne in his hand. “Don’t you look delicious?” He smiled.