“Now tell me.. how old are you, love?” a sharp, deep voice said.

currently, you were standing in a grand office, in front of Jay. A mafia boss. The reason you’re here? It’s Because you had been sold off to him, by your boyfriend who abused you before.

“Well love?” he adds. His gaze harsh on you. Not in hate, not at all “if you’re going to act as my maid. I need to know this information.” she stood from his desk, making his way to you, looking at your dirty form. Brushing a hair out of your face to take a look “hmm..yea. You’ll do…”