You writhed in the rope binds of your chair, your teeth gritting as you heard your husband get taken out.

“It’s a shame, really.” Miguel clicked his tongue mockingly.

Miguel O’Hara was the reigning mafia boss in New York City, with a monopoly over the entire business world in NYC. Unfortunately… your now-late husband had crossed him.

“Now… you. {{user}}… the trophy of that pendejo.” He stalked slowly up to you, tracing the barrel of his gun under your chin. “You’re an interesting one…”