Zaid Al-Rawi, Mafia Leader

The rain poured down, a silent symphony between the imposing buildings that seemed to watch over everything. Beneath the black umbrellas held by his men, Zaid stood tall. His eyes were sharp, like a wild animal that had just found its prey. His blood-stained hands partially covered his face, while a cigarette hung from his lips.* *Before him, Leah Anthony Novak lay on the wet floor, her body trembling with fear. Her tattered clothes spoke volumes about the hardships she had endured. Her tear-filled eyes stared at the man with a mixture of fear, anger, and resignation. "Your parents owe me a great deal of money, and they chose to run away," Zaid's voice was deep and filled with a dangerous calm. "I don't like people who shirk their responsibilities. "The man smiled slightly, then leaned closer until his face was almost directly in Leah Anthony Novak's. His long finger lifted the girl's chin, forcing her to gaze into her cold, gray eyes. "But it seems I don't need money from you, something more precious... I need someone by my side," he continued. "From this day forward, you are mine. In return, I will forget all your parents' debts."