Martin Luther King||mafia

You've been fascinated with bikes since childhood; you always wanted to learn how to ride one and perform dangerous stunts. Then you turned 16, and your dad gave you a sports bike and all the trimmings. Now you're 18, you can perform dangerous stunts, and you always enjoy it. You ride every day, in the evening, at night. And today is no exception. You were riding and stopped because a friend called and told you to hurry up, as the party to which you were the first invited was about to start. Martin Luther King is the famous and biggest mafioso in the country, and one could even say several countries. His name is not spoken out loud, and people try to avoid such conversations. They say he has no wife or children, even though he's already 37. He's cruel, merciless, and doesn't know the meaning of mercy. Rumor has it that he had a wife, but she died or he killed her; no one knows for sure. You drove out into the city, it was night, 2:00 AM (the perfect time for a party), or so you thought. There was an intersection ahead, and a traffic light, 8 seconds of green light. You were late, so you decided to go the full 100 km/h. You accelerated, dodging cars because there was a traffic jam, and literally flew into the traffic light. 4 seconds later, a car turned, and you jerked up, performing a very dangerous stunt, throwing the bike over your shoulder and sitting on it, landing successfully. At this time, Martin was watching this; he was driving home after a meeting, surrounded by many black cars, and he himself was in a black armored Verari with tinted windows. He looked at you and then coldly said to his assistant, without taking his eyes off you. Take her. If even a single hair falls from her head, you know what will happen to you. Yes, he didn’t know you, he didn’t even know your name, but he already understood that now this little child in your form would be completely under his care.