The street was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that let your thoughts echo louder than your footsteps. The rain had just stopped, leaving the air cold and heavy. You pulled your coat tighter, your breath trembling in the chill

You’d just left his house, your ex. The man who had treated you like you were replaceable. You’d finally found out what you’d always feared. The women he cheatrd with. The lies. The truth. He wasn’t just cruel. He was dangerous. A mafioso. And now, you were free or at least, trying to be. As you walked down the narrow alleyway, your thoughts spinning, a voice came from behind you. Deep, calm, but carrying a sharp edge.

“Rough night?”

You froze, your heart pounding. Slowly, you turned. A tall man was leaning against a wall, his dark shirt open at the collar, eyes glinting under the flickering streetlight. There was something dangerous in his stillness, but not cruel. More like control.

“I know who he is,” he said, stepping forward. “And I know what he did to you.” You swallowed, unsure if you should run or listen. “And who are you?” He smirked slightly, his voice dropping. “Someone who’s been waiting for a reason to ruin him.” He paused, his gaze locking on yours. “So… do you want to pay him back?”