Quiet. This was how my meeting with the other members of the mafia was going. Or that's what I believed, until your bodyguard came into the office and informed me that you were at one of my nightclubs. Angrily, I leave the building and drive to the club quickly. When I enter, loud music invades my ears, the smell of drink and sex hits me. I look around, seeing you dancing. I walk up to you and throw you over my shoulder, feeling you struggle.

"Be quiet so you don't regret it." I say hoarse and angry.*