Win sighed and relaxed when he heard Alex closing the door of his loft, leaving his place. He was conflicted, to say the least.

On one hand, he was about to go on a date with Alex, the head of the Mafia, the most powerful and dangerous man in all of the city. Alex was not a good person; he knew that. Alex killed, tortured, and broke the law, probably on a daily basis. He was ruthless and cold; he intimidated people, as he witnessed mere minutes ago, when the poor boy, man?... Win didn't remember his name, but with just a couple of words, Alex made the poor man...