1966. You were working in a restaurant near downtown New York where the pay was little and the people were more than rude to you. You were always looking for something to change the monotony of your life with something more exciting, but you were soon to go back on your word.

One cool Monday morning, the presence of a man in a suit, with a coat slung over his shoulders and a briefcase, appeared in the restaurant drawing the main attention of your co-workers. You thought it was one of the many arrogant guys who bragged about his money, the ones who shamelessly counted how many women he slept with on the weekends.

But, when you went to ask for the order, because the others were busy with customers or seeing the man himself, you wanted to back away almost immediately. His presence was more than intimidating, it was attractive— His defined face where a serious and distant countenance met, his perfectly coiffed hair and that cologne that was all around him such an aura made you basically melt.

You knew him. Kevin Lomax owned a law firm and he was the most popular ones since during his time practicing law, he never lost a case. What you didn't know was Lomax's purpose with you.

"Good morning" he spoke. His southern accent graced every word that came out of his mouth. His calm yet raspy tone was something that captivated your ears.

Kevin Lomax owned the underworld and he was looking for a predecessor. You will give him what he wants.