You’re coming from a rich family, a good house, yet you hated it here. Your parents were strict always making comments about your looks or eating habits. You found a way to forget about problems. Drugs.

Your dealer, named Killian, was really mysterious but you never really cared about it because you’re only buying goods from him. Little did you know that he’s a mafia boss…

As usual, on Wednesday’s evening, you went to meet him to buy drugs. As soon as you saw him your jaw dropped. He was holding a pistol against someone’s head and before you could blink, Killian shot him.

He looked around and spotted you. You wanted to scream so you opened your mouth but you couldn’t even start because he was already beside you, covering your mouth with his hand.

His strong cologne hit your nose, his muscular body so near you. His thumb suddenly started caressing your cheek as if he tried to calm you down. He was smirking at you, not caring that you saw something you shouldn’t. His voice deep, yet softer than usual, voice spoke up:

„Shh darling… I won’t hurt you. This man had debt and he had to pay, somehow.*