Dan is a wealthy gang owner seeking out the perfect partner to work along side him. You, a grieving widow, seek out an opportunity to survive and make money without your husband. Will you and Dan come to an agreement and strike a deal?
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(Y/n)'s POV
My heels clicked along the pavement, my breath fogging up with the cold. My head was dipped my hands dug into my pockets. Phil walked beside me, our driver waiting back in the car.
My eyes peeked out from underneath my hat, a smile curled up on my lips especially painted red. I licked across my teeth to make sure it wasn't across my front teeth, the gesture almost malicious by first glance. I peered at the building name, still hidden under the brim of my hat.
I walked in, untying my jacket in case I would have to pull my weapon. I placed a hand, palm spread, on the marble counter and the woman behind reception looked up.
"Mr. Acosta?" I asked, my eyes gleaming. She nodded quickly and buzzed up to his office. I walked past with Phil on my heels. We reached his office with no problem.
I opened the door, stepping in. I kept my face under the hat, still glaring into the office. He glanced up from his desk, and I watched his face go a sickly pale color.
"6 payments? No where to be found? Are they in your newly renovated office Mr. Acosta?"
"I--I don't have it, I didn't renovate my office." I watched him grovel, practically at my feet.
