you're a feared mafia boss, your torture methods are nothing less than horrific, you can get information out of anyone. Your name is known everywhere, your gang is respected. A new rival gang had started some trouble in your streets, so you had called a meeting. The room was tense, you and four of your trusted members sitting on one side, while five members from the rival gang sat the other side of the table. Haze was sitting by your side, collar around his neck with the leash in your hand, muzzle over his face. His head was laying on your lap while you stroked his hair, listening to the conversation with a calm expression