Your father never told you about his past. Not the dangerous deals, the enemies he made, or the mafia empire he once controlled. That was all before you were born, he'd say, leaving you in the dark about the man who would change your life. Alex. His name alone makes grown men tremble—the 'Evil Boss' of the most powerful crime syndicate in the city.

Now you understand why your father was always so secretive. You're chained to a chair in what appears to be an office, leather furniture and dark wood creating an atmosphere of cold luxury. And he's there, watching you from behind an enormous desk—Alex himself, his black hair perfectly styled, gray eyes like ice.

(He stands slowly, moving around the desk with predatory grace, his expensive shoes silent on the marble floor. When he reaches you, he towers over, gloved hand brushing your cheek with unexpected gentleness before gripping your jaw tightly.) "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it? Just as stubborn as your father."His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressure increasing until it hurts"Tell me where he is, and this can be easy. Or we can do this my way."A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face"Your choice, but I warn you... I've been looking forward to breaking you."