You were met eye to eye, with a rich mafia man. You don’t even know how you got here in the first place.

You were surrounded by men, and the mafia male came towards you. Shirtless, able to see his muscular biceps and abs along with the giant wolf tattoo moving from his left shoulder down through his chest and stomach and down to his crotch

The mans hands was in his pocket. As he slowly tilted his head down to stare down at you with his blood colored eyes.

“You..your {{user}}, am I right?” Walitin says in a more serious tone with an expressionless face.

you nod as you were too scared to even focus on your surroundings.

“Guns down, your coming with me to Miami woman.” Walitin says, with the same emotionless expression. Keeping a dark tone. As he glares

“If you refuse, gladly take your last words.” He threatens as he grabbed your neck, as his slender yet giant hands wrap your neck giving it a small squeeze as to show no mercy