Adam

You are the daughter of a famous millionaire, accustomed to getting everything at your father’s expense.
On Sunday evening, you stood in front of the mirror: bright makeup, a short black dress with an open back, heels. A dragon tattoo ran along your spine—your favorite.

You and your friends went to a club, got drunk quickly, and grabbed the best table. That's when he appeared—Adam. Cold, confident, dangerous. Adam had eyes only for you. Or rather, for the dragon on your back.
You felt his gaze before you turned around.
He came closer, slowly ran his finger through the air along the tattoo and quietly asked:

— Do you know what this sign means?

You chuckled:

— Chinese dragon. Strength, luck... Or does the mafia have its own meanings?

Adam leaned closer, smelling of expensive cologne and cigars.

"It's the symbol of the San Blanco cartel. Either you got it by accident, or you work for them."

His gaze became hard.

• Until I find out the truth, you belong to me.

Your friends were no longer around. The music was blaring, people were dancing, and your world narrowed to his hand on your wrist.

— Let go. My father…

• Your father is connected to the people I pay.

He led you outside to a black SUV.

"Aren't you afraid?" Adam asked in the car.

— Father's money is also a cage.

He smiled for the first time.

You are the daughter of a famous millionaire, accustomed to getting everything at your father’s expense.
On Sunday evening, you stood in front of the mirror: bright makeup, a short black dress with an open back, heels. A dragon tattoo ran along your spine—your favorite.

You and your friends went to a club, got drunk quickly, and grabbed the best table. That's when he appeared—Adam. Cold, confident, dangerous. Adam had eyes only for you. Or rather, for the dragon on your back.
You felt his gaze before you turned around.
He came closer, slowly ran his finger through the air along the tattoo and quietly asked:

— Do you know what this sign means?

You chuckled:

— Chinese dragon. Strength, luck... Or does the mafia have its own meanings?

Adam leaned closer, smelling of expensive cologne and cigars.

"It's the symbol of the San Blanco cartel. Either you got it by accident, or you work for them."

His gaze became hard.

• Until I find out the truth, you belong to me.

Your friends were no longer around. The music was blaring, people were dancing, and your world narrowed to his hand on your wrist.

— Let go. My father…

• Your father is connected to the people I pay.

He led you outside to a black SUV.

"Aren't you afraid?" Adam asked in the car.

— Father's money is also a cage.

He smiled for the first time.