The room was spacious with light brown coloured walls a large bed filled the room, the bedding was a cream colour, matching the single-seater couch in the room, a spacious bathroom was connected to the room, but what was she supposed to change into after taking a long shower, so instead, she avoided it, for the time being, she was seated on the single couch, staring out the large window that displayed the large background.

Her mind replaying the events of the day, the restaurant, the men with weapons, Max actually being one of the most dangerous men in the country, if not the world, and now she was in his house, not knowing if she would be allowed to go home, allowed to leave alive.

Fuck, why did you have to come to Velours? Of all place, (Y/n), why Velours, look at the mess you're in now fuck... I should've stayed in canridge, fuck, fuck... she thought to herself, her lips formed in a pout as her brows furrowed together, her eyes squinting out the window, frowning at the situation she found herself in.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door, she takes in a deep breath while turning her head to the door, staring at it, she didn't want to see anyone or deal with anyone in the household, another knock sounded on the door making her sigh, she stood from the couch and walk towards it, she unlocks it and opens it a tiny bit, she looks at the person and wanted to slam the door shut.

"I brought food," Max says. "And one of my members went to retrieve some clothes for you." She pulls the door wider, feeling anger bubble inside her.

"You sent one of your men to go through my things?" (Y/n) asks, all fear disappearing from her body. "To go through my undergarments?" She could feel heat moving up her neck, her frown turning into a glare. "Fuck, that is so fucking wrong!"

"I need you to calm down, (Y/n)." Max calmly says. "I sent Tatiana, one of my women members." She could feel herself slightly relax, but what had stopped him from snooping the bag hanging over his shoulder. "I didn't open it, I trust that Tatiana brought all the needed things." He slides the bag off his shoulder and extends his hand out to her, she carefully lifts the bag from his hand.

"You have women working for you?" (Y/n) asks as she takes a step back, Max took this moment to step into the room. "No, wa— I didn't invite you in." Max walks towards the single couch in the room and placed the plate of food down on the small coffee table.

"It's my house," Max states as he turns around to look at her. "And of course I have women workers." (Y/n) lets out a frustrated sigh and walks deeper into the room, leaving the bedroom door open. "I know how the male brain works, some of them are disgusting."

"I get it." (Y/n) says as she drops her bag on the large bed. "You use women the lure in the men you want to kill." He clasps his hand in front of his crotch.

"I leave that work for the women in my strip club," Max says, his eyes never leaving her, her muscles tensing for a moment. "They lure in the men I want to kill, but women like Tatiana and the others, they blend in easily, they gather the information." (Y/n) slowly sits down at the edge of the bed, her eyes meeting his blue eyes. "When I need dirt on someone, I send one of them, they know how to get information out of men, cause most men use their dicks to think, and if they're smart enough, then they extract the information by force."

"Are they trained?" (Y/n) softly asks, Max turns the single couch around to face the bed before sitting down on it.

"Everyone that is part of this organisation is trained," Max says. "When they first get here, asking for work, we go through everything, we ask for everything." Max licks his lips as he placed one leg on top of his knee, leaning back into the couch as he relaxes. "We run background checks, make sure they're not working for the cops, we make sure we know where they come from, and why they want work before we start training them in everything."

"Everything?" (Y/n) asks. "What does that mean?" She was most likely asking too many questions, but she was curious, probably too curious for her own good.

"We need to see what they're good at, where they would fit in best, hacking, selling, fighting, or training the newbies," Max says. "I can't put someone that is horrible at fighting in a fight against someone, I would be a fool to send them on a mission to kill someone if they can barely throw a proper punch." (Y/n) nods her head she understands what he meant, you wouldn't send a hacker out to go get what you need from someone, it would be a stupid move.

"In which category would I fall?" (Y/n) asks, she needed to know... was he really in love with her or did he just say that to scout her, to trick her and convince her to work in one of his clubs. "Because you said you had a job offer for me." She placed her hands on the bed and gripped the edge of the mattress as she leans forward. "Were you going to offer me work in one of your... clubs?" Max remove his leg from his knee, he leans forward and placed his elbows on his thighs.

"No," Max says. "I wasn't going to offer you work in one of my clubs, nor in the casino." His eyes move lower for a split second before looking back into her eyes. "I own several restaurants, and I was going to offer you work as a hostess at one of them, you're far too beautiful and innocent to work in any of my other business places." She could feel a lump forming in her throat, how many businesses did he own? She shouldn't... but she had to know.

"Ho... how many..." (Y/n) begins but stops, he stood from the single couch.

"How many businesses do I do own?" Max says. "And what type of business are they?" She nods her head as she looks up at him.

"Yeah." (Y/n) whispers.

"There are a lot," Max says. "And it's a conversation for another time." He pushes his hands into the pockets of his dark blue jeans. "Eat something, take a long shower or bath and then get some rest, you had a long day." She quickly stood from the bed, ready to protest. "This isn't something up for a debate, (Y/n), get some rest, the next couple of days might be long." She lets out a huff and nods her head. "I will see you in the morning." Max walls towards the door, his fingers curl around the wood of it.

"Good night." (Y/n) calls out, he freezes in place, it had been years since he last heard those words.

"Night," Max mutters and closes the door, (Y/n) shuffles towards the door and locks it, not needing anyone to just walk in on her at any time, she turns around and leans against the door, thinking about the conversation, was she really ready to hear about all the business he owned? Perhaps he knew she wasn't and decided against telling her for her own good, but that wasn't his choice to make... was it?

She pushes herself away from the door and walks towards the single couch, she picks up the plate of food and walks towards the bed, she carefully climbs onto the bed, making sure not to spill anything on the bed, the mashed potatoes with steamed mixed vegetables and steak on her plate looked mouthwatering delicious, hopefully, it would taste just as good as it looked, not stopping to think twice, she took the fork and scooped up some mash before shoving it in her mouth, she had been so hungry, the last time she had eaten was that morning, it was only a small bowl of cereal.

The mattress felt soft and the covers that she had pulled tightly against her reminded her that she wasn't in her apartment when she woke up, she had forgotten the close the curtains when she had decided to get into bed, watching the half-moon slowly rising in the sky while drifting off to sleep, she now glared at the rising sun as it slowly begins to light her room, cursing at herself for not closing the curtains, she turns around, pulling the covers closer to her body.

"Ugh." (Y/n) groans and reaches for her phone, only for her to sit upright as she realized she didn't know where it was, her eyes widen in panic. "Phone, phone, phone." She pushes the covers away from her, moving to the edge of the bed, she quickly stood from the bed and begins moving through the room, looking for her phone, hoping that she had it and just misplaced it, she steps into the bathroom before feeling panic run through her, it was missing and the last time she remembered having it was the morning before, she leans over the bathroom sink. "Dammit." She reaches for the toothbrush, thankfully Tatiana remembered to pack her toiletries, she would have to prepare for the day before she could go face Max, and ask him about her phone's whereabouts.

(Y/n) carefully steps down the staircase, the empty plate from the night before in her hand and her other hand holding onto the railing, she could hear more voices in the house as she reached the bottom, more men and for the first time, she heard a woman's voice, she had no idea where she was going, but the voices became louder as she approached a room, she stops before moving into another direction, not wanting to disturb the group of people, Max steps out from another room with a plate in his hand, he stops once he sees her.

"Morning," Max says, she stops in place and turns her body to look at him. "I see you ate your dinner." She slowly nods her head. "I'm surprised you did." He pushes the door behind him open. "The kitchen is this way." She quickly walks towards him and enters the kitchen, spacious, that seemed to be the theme of the house, everything was spacious. "I must say, I'm more surprised you came out of your room."

"Why?" (Y/n) softly asks as she lowers the empty plate into the sink, her eyes leaving him for a second as she did, she turns back to him and watches as he placed the plate down on the table.

"After yesterday, I thought you wouldn't want to leave the room," Max says.

"I meant why are you surprised I ate the food?" (Y/n) asks as she stays in place, she was certain that the plate was for her, but she didn't want to approach unless she was sure.

"No reason," Max says as he pulls the dining chair out for her. "I was on my way to bring you some breakfast." She slowly nods her head and begins approaching the table. "Did you have a good nights rest?"

"I guess." (Y/n) softly says and takes a seat on the chair. "Uh, have you seen my phone?" She picks up a spoon, she turns her head and lifts her gaze to look up at him. "It's missing."

"It's not in your room?" Max asks, she shakes her head. "Not in your bag?"

"No, I looked everywhere." (Y/n) says, Max nods his head.

"I'll ask one of my men to go back to the restaurant and see if it's there," Max says and faintly smiles at her, she nods her head and turns her attention to the plate in front of her. "If you can excuse me for the morning, I have to attend to some matters, but feel free to roam around, explore my house."

"Oh, are you sure?" (Y/n) asks.

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure," Max says. "And if you need anything, ask anyone, they will come to find me or give you what you're looking for."

"Okay." (Y/n) says. "Okay, will do, I'll keep that in mind." she turns to look back at him. "I ha—" She stops when she noticed he wasn't there anymore. "Have more questions, I have more questions." She turns her gaze to the plate in front of her. "Whatever."

(Y/n) quickly became bored as she aimlessly walked through the large mansion, could it even be called a mansion? No, possibly a castle, but a castle was larger, this was a mansion and everything looked expensive, which it most likely was, she had stayed in the halls, too afraid to open many doors, but as she was making her way to the staircase a cry caught her attention, causing her to stop in her step, she slowly turns around, it was the door she was approaching earlier the morning before deciding to change direction.

What could be behind the door? And who could have cried out in agony? She should have ignored it, she should have turned around and continued her way up the stairs and back to the room she stayed in the night before, but instead, her curiosity got the best of her, and before she even realized it, her feet had carried her all the way to the door, her hand shakily reaches for the knob and carefully wraps her hand around it, she almost jumps away when another scream came from it.

RUN, RUN, DON'T LOOK BACK, GO!

She should have listened to her mind yelling at her to run, she pushes the door open, several eyes turn towards her, but her eyes widen in fear as her hand goes up t her mouth to cover it, she wanted to scream, instead she turned around and bolted away and up the stairs, to the bedroom, locking the door once she was inside.

The sight of a man tied to a chair, bruised and beaten, blood surrounding him, it was a miracle he was still alive, but for how long, the sight... the sight was burned into her mind, the fear in his eyes, staring at her, and all the men surrounding him, and Max... knife in hand, blood splatters on his suit, blood smeared on his arms...

How could she feel safe with him?