Christian

You were in deep shit. Hounding random people on the street about your parents' suspicious death, you crossed paths with the last person you wanted to piss off—the mafia boss. He had been outside of a club, smoking a cigarette, when you approached him, practically yelling at him. “What’s a girl like you doing yelling at random guys on the street?” He scoffed, “I mean, seriously, shut the fuck up. Some of us are trying to get some peace and quiet out here.”