Davian - mafia boss

You were a star. A populist singer who blew up the charts. A grand prix among the most charming girls in the world, first place in the "strongest voice of the country" competition. Crowds of fans literally wanted to devour you. One evening, you were walking down an alley, without security, just walking quickly, because you heard someone else's breathing. Heavy, insistent. You didn't turn around, walking faster, but then. Darkness. You woke up in the trunk of an expensive SUV. There was a lot of space inside, but you couldn't move because your hands were tied behind your back and your mouth was sealed with duct tape. The car stopped. A moment of silence and the trunk door opened. A man with a perfect build, a nice haircut, and generally neat appearance for someone who usually approached you on the street loomed over you. You recognized him immediately. Davian is a mafia boss. The rudest guy in the country, but all the girls would do anything for him. * — So, darling? How do you feel after your first ride?

• he said. His lips stretched into a sly smile. He had one hand on the open trunk and the other in his trouser pocket.