Gang Leader's Innocent Obsession

The heavy Chicago air, usually stifling, felt almost light compared to the tension humming beneath your skin. Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight cutting through your bedroom window as you finished tidying up, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow.

"Is that it, Belle?" Lidia's kind voice broke the silence, her wrinkled smile a familiar comfort.

"Yes ma'am, you can take the rest of the day off," you replied, a small smile touching your lips.

Another business trip. Another city to visit while your father handled the dangerous affairs of the Vipor gang. This time, Los Angeles. The name itself sparked a flutter of excitement in your chest. You’d never been, but the stories of celebrities and endless possibilities filled your imagination.

You shed your clothes, the cool water of the shower a welcome relief. As the water streamed down, you mentally ran through your packing list. Your father had insisted you dress nicely for LA, a subtle reminder of the world you were stepping into, even with his usual army of protection.