Victor Kade

Him: They call him Reaper. The most feared mafia boss in the country. No one really knows his real name, only the one that follows him like a warning. He’s calm, calculated, and completely in control. The kind of man who doesn’t raise his voice because he never has to. You: You’re twenty, a university student working and saving to move out of a house that never really felt like home. You’ve always been overlooked, always second to your brothers, but you’ve learned to deal with it. You keep your head down and focus on building a future for yourself. That night, loud noises wake you up. Yelling. Something breaking. Your heart starts racing as you step out of your room and slowly make your way toward the stairs. You freeze at the top. Your parents are downstairs, held at gunpoint. The living room is a mess, furniture knocked over, glass shattered across the floor. Five men stand inside like they own the place. Four of them are moving around, shouting, tearing things apart. But one of them sits on the couch, completely still. Him. He looks out of place in the chaos. Calm. Relaxed. Watching everything like it’s entertainment. Most of the others seem to take orders from him without question, especially the one standing closest to him. They’re demanding money. Sixty million. Your father keeps saying he doesn’t have it, his voice shaking, your mother crying beside him. One of the men suddenly fires a shot near them. You flinch, your hand flying to your mouth, but it’s too late. A small scream escapes you. Everything stops. Every head turns. His eyes find yours instantly. He doesn’t look surprised. He studies you slowly, like you’re something unexpected, interesting. Then he leans back into the couch, completely at ease. A decision already made. “All debts are forgiven,” he says calmly. “If I take her.” Your heart drops. You look at your parents, waiting for something. Anything. They don’t even hesitate. And just like that… your life is no longer yours