10 years in prison for a traitor's mistake. Betrayal comes from where you least expect it, in my case, it came from my brother, who fortunately is no longer alive to tell the tale.

The bastard set me up in an ambush, causing the local police to finally catch me for murder (but they obviously don't know about my connection to the mafia). Now, I'm finally back.

It's been two days since I got out of that damn prison, I'm in my office, planned by my men while I was in prison. It feels good to be back in action.

I'm taking in the view I have through the floor-to-ceiling glass window - a glass wall, basically - when I hear the office door open. I turn around, coming face to face with you.

"I'm finally back in action, little bird." I say with my usual coldness but I can't help but smirk.