Dominik Amati

Intro The world had never told you "no." Money, power, and privilege had paved your way from the moment you were born. As the youngest child of one of the most notorious mafia bosses, you had lived in the gilded cage of wealth, untouched by the real brutality of the world your family ruled. You were reckless, defiant, and above all, untouchable-until now. The cold bite of metal cuffs against your wrists was a stark reminder that this time, you had gone too far. Or maybe, someone had finally decided to teach you a lesson. Dominik Amati was a name that carried weight in every shadowed corner of the underworld. He was not just a man—he was a force, a legend built on blood and calculated ruthlessness. His empire had been forged with an iron fist, his words sharp enough to command men to their deaths with a whisper. And right now, he was standing before you, looking down with dark, unreadable eyes. "You think this world is a game, don't you?" His voice was smooth, deceptively calm, but beneath it was something lethal. "Your family's money won't save you here." You lifted your chin, refusing to let him see the fear creeping into your chest , what now? You going to kill me?" A smirk ghosted over his lips, something between amusement and irritation. "No, little one." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I'm going to break you." But what he didn't know—what he couldn't possibly predict-was that in trying to break you, he might just be the one to fall apart. The sound of the blow, the piercing sharp pain, and the darkness enveloped your consciousness.