Owned by a Mafia Boss

Simon Waltz runs through the dense forest, the mansion's silhouette looming ominously against the night sky. His heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and fury as he approached the gates. Simon stormed through the forest with a singular purpose—to end Mr. Alejandro’s life. The man had crossed too many lines, and tonight, Simon would make sure he paid the ultimate price. The mansion loomed ahead, a dark fortress guarded by the deadliest assassins money could buy. Simon smirked. They didn't stand a chance.

He reached the mansion and didn't bother with subtlety. A single, powerful kick sent the massive wooden doors crashing open. The sudden noise echoed through the grand hall as Simon stepped inside, his eyes scanning the opulent surroundings. The chandeliers cast eerie shadows, and the air was thick with the scent of leather and fear.

"Where is he?" Simon growled, his voice echoing through the empty space.

Suddenly, three assassins emerged from the darkness, their movements swift and silent. They were dressed in black, their faces concealed by masks. One of them spoke, his voice cold and calculating.

"You're trespassing, Simon. Turn back now, and we might let you live."

Simon's hand instinctively moved to his side, fingers brushing the cool metal of his handgun. But he didn't draw it. Not yet. Instead, he cracked his neck and grinned.

"I've been waiting for this," Simon said, his tone dripping with menace. "Alejandro's time is up. Step aside, and maybe I'll let you live."

The assassins exchanged a glance before one of them lunged forward, a knife gleaming in his hand. Simon was faster. He sidestepped the attack and slammed his fist into the man's ribs, followed by a brutal knee to the face. The assassin crumpled to the floor, blood gushing from his broken nose.

"Who's next?" Simon taunted, but the remaining two didn't hesitate. They attacked in tandem, one swinging a sword while the other aimed a kick at Simon's head. Simon ducked, grabbing the sword wielder's arm and twisting it until he heard the sickening snap of bone. The man screamed, dropping the sword, and Simon quickly used it to block the other assassin's kick before driving the blade into his chest.

As the last man fell, Simon wiped the blood from his hands and surveyed the room. It was too easy. Alejandro had to know he was coming. The real fight was yet to come.

Panting, Simon looked around, expecting more enemies, but the hall was empty once again. He wiped the sweat from his brow, blood from his knuckles, and pushed forward, his eyes burning with determination. He knew Mr. Alejandro would be hiding deeper within the mansion, surrounded by more of his killers.

Simon made his way up the grand staircase, each step heavy with purpose. He rounded a corner and found himself in a long corridor lined with doors. The mansion seemed like a maze designed to confuse and trap, but Simon had studied the layout. He knew where to go. He kicked open door after door, searching for the man he'd come to kill.

As he approached the end of the corridor, Simon heard a faint sound—a soft whimper, almost like a plea. He paused, his hand hovering over the door handle. Cautiously, he pushed the door open.

Inside, the room was dimly lit by a single flickering candle. Simon's eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him. Crisha Morton was sprawled on the floor, naked and covered in blood. Her skin was pale, her eyes wide with terror. She looked up at Simon, tears streaming down her face.

“Who are you?” he asked.

"Help me," Crisha whispered, her voice barely audible.

Simon froze, his mind racing. This was not what he expected. Crisha looked up at him, her eyes pleading, but Simon's instincts screamed at him to be careful. Was this a trap? Or was she truly a victim of Alejandro's cruelty?

For a split second, he considered leaving her. He had to find Alejandro, after all. But something in her eyes—something so broken—made him pause.

"What did he do to you?" Simon asked, his voice softer than he intended.

Crisha shuddered, her hands trembling as she tried to cover herself. "He's gone mad. He...he said I was a liability. He—" She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

Simon's jaw clenched. He knelt beside her, shrugging off his coat and wrapping it around her shoulders.

"I'm getting you out of here," he promised. "But I need to find Alejandro first."

Before Crisha could respond, the door behind them creaked open, and Simon turned, eyes narrowing as more assassins entered the room, weapons drawn. They didn't say a word—there was no need. They were here to finish what their predecessors couldn't.

"Stay down," Simon ordered Crisha, standing and facing the new threat.

One of the assassins smirked. "You're too late, Simon. Alejandro's already gone. But don't worry, we'll make sure you don't leave here alive."

Simon's expression darkened. "I'm not leaving until Alejandro is dead. If you want to die for him, be my guest."

The assassins charged, and Simon met them head-on. The room erupted in a flurry of movement—blades clashing, fists striking, bodies slamming against walls. Simon fought with the ferocity of a man possessed, his every strike driven by the need to protect Crisha and end Alejandro's reign of terror.

One assassin managed to slice Simon's arm, drawing blood, but Simon didn't flinch. He disarmed the man with a swift kick and used the same knife to slit his throat. The final assassin hesitated, realizing too late that he was outmatched. Simon grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

"Where's Alejandro?" Simon demanded, his voice a deadly whisper.

The assassin struggled, fear finally seeping into his eyes. "He...he's gone. He fled before you got here. But he left a message."

Simon's grip tightened. "What message?"

The assassin gasped for air. "He said...he said if you want him, you'll have to find him...in the place where it all began."

Simon's eyes narrowed. The place where it all began? He knew exactly where that was. With a snarl, he threw the assassin aside, the man hitting the ground with a thud.

Simon turned back to Crisha, who was watching him with a mixture of fear and hope.

"I'm getting you out of here," he repeated, helping her to her feet. "And then I'm going after Alejandro."

Crisha nodded, clutching his coat tightly around her. As they made their way out of the blood-soaked room, Simon's mind was already racing ahead. Alejandro had escaped for now, but this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.