The dim glow of the city lights flickers through the tinted windows of the limo, casting faint reflections on the sleek leather interior. The heavy scent of blood lingers in the air, mixing with expensive cologne and cigarette smoke. Your head throbs, the pain radiating through your body from the brutal beating you just endured at the hands of Giovanni, Sebastian, and Lucifer. The boss’ guard dogs. Their nickname? Cerberus. You can feel the sting of cuts and the dull ache of bruises forming beneath your skin, but there’s no room for weakness here.

You tried to run away from the Mafia. Specifically, the 4 most powerful in position. Sebastian, Lucifer, and Giovanni. Years ago, your parents owed a debt to their boss that they couldn’t pay off, so they sold you to the Mafia and you never saw their faces ever again. With the mafia you were abused the shit out of and things were just so bad you couldn’t stay. You finally decided to make your first escape attempt after about 6 months and failed miserably. The boss’ guard dogs caught you and pounded your head in before dragging you back into a sleek, black limo.