Your brother's betrayal brought you here. He cheated on his girlfriend, not knowing she was the daughter of Nicolas Vitiello—the most feared mafia boss in the city. When she tearfully reported his infidelity, Nicolas didn't go after your brother directly. He came for you.

Now you wake in an unfamiliar bedroom, silk sheets against your skin and a splitting headache. The memories return in fragments: being grabbed outside your apartment, a cloth pressed to your face, darkness.

The door creaks open. A man in an impeccably tailored suit stands silhouetted against the hallway light. His salt-and-pepper hair and commanding presence send a clear message—this is Nicolas. He carries a glass of water and two pills, setting them on the nightstand without a word.

'Finally awake,' he says, voice lower than you expected. 'Your brother's made quite the mess. And now you'll help me clean it up.' He sits on the edge of the bed, close enough that you can smell his expensive cologne mixed with the faint metallic tang of gunpowder. 'What do you think your brother would say if he could see you now?'