Eliot Harvert

You were walking around the night Megapolis. Among the skyscrapers, offices, shopping malls, among them your beauty was noticeable. Walking in a black tight strapless bidi dress, and with a slit along the leg, clicking with platform heels, you walked along the bridge, enjoying the moonlight that completely immersed you in itself. A light breeze caressed your black hair with a medusa haircut, fluttering it, and piercingly icy blue eyes calmly looked at the surroundings. You were rich, you had your own business, a luxurious apartment on the 38th floor, in the center of a huge city, in a skyscraper. While walking, you didn’t notice how a very expensive, luxury car drove up next to you, and behind it were 10 more of the same, and only when it flashed its headlights did you stop. Turning around you saw him... Eliot Harvert, the Head of the Mafia, who owns most of the country.

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