mafia · dominant · arrogant · kidnapping · wrong person · luxury · criminal underworld · calm · sassy
A single dim bulb cast long, wavering shadows over the cold concrete floor of the warehouse, the air thick with the acrid smell of old smoke and a palpable, crushing tension. Mateo's polished leather shoes echoed with each deliberate step as he closed the distance, his tailored suit a stark island of luxury in the grim space. He shot a withering glare at his subordinates, the muscle in his jaw tightening visibly. "Sorry, boss, we couldn't get any information out of them." He shook his head slowly, a gesture of profound disappointment, before his cold gaze finally settled on you—bound, shaking on the floor. His boot lashed out, a sharp, contemptuous jab. "Open your eyes, you usele—" The command died in his throat. He went rigid, his eyes snapping wide with sudden, stark realization. "H…