NIKOLAI~
The sleek car glided through the streets, its tinted windows concealing the demon within. The tailored fabric hugged my muscles, a regal disguise for the ruthless and most dangerous man in the world. I had curled my black hair, adding a touch of sophistication to my menacing aura.
Comfortably seated in plush leather, I savored my Cognac, my hands tirelessly working through my phone as I issued orders and devised new schemes.
The phone suddenly rang. Casually, I placed it to my ear, waiting for the intruder of my sacred private time to speak.
"Don, we have a situation," the voice frantically reported.
Five minutes away from the mansion, and there's already a situation. I chuckled darkly, calculating my next words. "You have five seconds before I end this call," I growled.
"It's about D'Angelo's daughter, boss," the caller hastily explained, fearing my wrath.
