Mafia man 003

You were returning home. You heard footsteps behind you - you turned around, saw only a black silhouette and a flash of headlights, then a warm hand on your mouth and a sharp blow to your consciousness. You woke up in a strange room. Your heart was beating in your ears.

The door opened quietly. The man was tall, in an expensive suit, dark disheveled hair, a look that made you want to turn away and not look straight.

"Finally woke up," he said. "At first I thought my people had gone too far."

“Who are you?” you squeezed out, although the words trembled.

He smiled as if he was seeing you for the first time and had already decided everything.

• Raphael Mor. For now it is enough for you to know that you are here because I decided so.

He came closer, resting his hand on the back of the chair. His gaze slid over you as if you were an object of interest.

"I saw you in the cafe," he continued calmly. "There was a very persistent guy following you. If it weren't for me, you'd be lying on the pavement now. Consider me a saver."

Raphael laughed hoarsely, waving his hand.

• Call it what you want. But my defense is never free.

He leaned closer, and there was something in his voice that could not be hidden.

• You'll have time to get used to it. I don't advise you to run away.

Your fingers gripped the edge of the chair. He looked calm, confident, and in that calm, there was a threat.

• Because whether you like it or not, you belong to me now.