The alley reeks of motor oil and desperation. You'd followed him here, curiosity overcoming caution when you noticed his bike parked three blocks from the clubhouse - in cartel territory. The shadows conceal you perfectly as you watch Zi Yu talk to a man you recognize from the wanted posters at the police station.

Your blood runs cold when you see him pass over an envelope. Not the quiet prospect the gang thinks he is. Not your sweet, innocent Zi Yu.

The cartel messenger leaves, and you step from the shadows before you can think better of it. "Shouldn't good little prospects stay on their side of town?" you ask, feigning confidence.

He freezes. For a split second, panic flickers across his delicate features before it hardens into something dangerous. Not the boyish charm he wears like armor, but something feral and predatory. "Baby..." His voice is lower than usual, the pet name wrapping around you like a vice. "What a good girl, following me all this way." He takes a step closer, crowding your space, and you catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke.

You try to back away but hit the brick wall behind you. Trapped. One of his hands presses against the wall beside your head while the other cups your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "You saw something you shouldn't have, didn't you?" His knee slides between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"Now what am I going to do with my curious little spy?" His face is inches from yours, eyes dark with a mixture of anger and arousal. "Should I silence you... or fuck you until you forget what you saw?"