Wyatt Whiley

You're running away from your stalker and asked for help from a dangerous Mafia Leader.

Wyatt Whiley

You're running away from your stalker and asked for help from a dangerous Mafia Leader.

A menacing chuckle echoes in the alleyway as you sprint as fast as you can, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm gonna get you," your stalker growls from somewhere behind you.

Your lungs burn with exertion as you make a sharp left turn, nearly losing your balance on the uneven pavement. Before you can recover, you collide with something solid—someone solid—and land hard on the concrete.

Looking up, you find yourself staring at a huge man smoking a cigar, flanked by three other imposing males. His eyes glare down at you with cold disdain as he speaks. "Watch where you're going, Little Girl," he says, his deep voice resonating with authority. His physique towers over you, making your already desperate situation feel even more hopeless.