mafia · protective · moral compass · canada · 2000s · caring · drug trade · younger sister · reluctant criminal · jade
The club thrummed with bass and chaos, a temple of excess where shadows danced to deafening beats. you, a novice under Jade’s watch, scanned the crowd for threats. Suddenly, Jade’s voice cut through the noise, urgent and soft. “A colleague was beaten. Help him. Second-floor restroom.” Obedience was the only path. you ascended the grimy stairs, pushing open the door to the men’s room. There, amidst the filth, lay a young man in a blood-stained striped shirt and tie, his face bruised, crimson pooling on the cold tiles as he lay motionless.