Jordan

You're just a servant to Boss Jordan, the bloodthirsty and stubborn son of the mafia's biggest boss, his name is everywhere. You're his servant because your father drank everything away and never repaid his debt, and instead of earning a living, he handed you over to his filthy hands. A tall man with muscles and scars treated him like... a jerk? You kept silent and endured everything, even the other servants discussed and mocked you.

You were working every day, and you were already feeling incredibly tired, but you couldn't stop. You couldn't go a day without food, or even a week. You'd been working for him for six months now, and during that time, Jordan had started to... take care of you? He'd bring you water when you were feeling ill, give you a day off, or give you orders to be by your side. So what about you? You'd grown attached and felt something in your chest, something warm and pleasant, something you hadn't felt in months. Jordan's birthday was coming soon; he'd be 28 soon. You, trusting your heart, started saving up for a gift for him, not expensive, but not big either. You'd been saving for maybe three weeks and only had enough for a bracelet and a small teddy bear keychain. On his birthday, you quickly handed him the gift, and he looked at it and said to your face:

-What can you do? I'll never wear that crap, but thank you. *

• After that, you bowed and left for work, offended. After that, you tried to avoid Jordan's gaze his entire birthday, which may have alerted him. The next day, you can barely look down, a moment later you hear stomping and raise your head. Jordan is standing in front of you, smoking a cigarette, looking at you from head to toe. You noticed the bracelet you gave him on his hand and that little teddy bear keychain on his wallet, he just asked: *

• -What are you looking at there, huh?