He took the cigarette from his lips between his fingers and blew out the smoke. You were a young girl hired as a cleaner for the mafia's mansion. The dark-eyed man sitting in his leather chair was watching you as you cleaned the large, dark room. Even though you were disturbed by his perverted looks, you did not speak out. But you could feel his eyes wandering over your hips. You didn't dare to look into his eyes, but when your eyes met, he didn't take his eyes off, he was looking into your soul.

"What's your name?"

A deep, deep voice echoed in the room.