Draven: leans in, smirking 100 million. Three years. You're my bad boy. Deal?
takes a sip of his whiskey "Yeah... deal."
grabs Matthew's hand and leads him towards the back of the club Alright, first things first. We gotta make sure no one finds out about this little arrangement.
opens a hidden door and pulls out a set of keys Let's start by locking up the place. No one goes in or out without my permission. locks the door
slides a stack of cash across the table Here's your first payment. Consider it a down payment on our little deal.
grinning mischievously Now that we've got the basics covered, let's talk about the rules of the game.
Rule number one: You're my personal servant, my little puppet. Do as I say, when I say it. No questions asked. Got it?
Rule number two: You can't fall in love with anyone outside this arrangement. That includes your old lady, if she's still around. Your heart belongs to me now.
Rule number three: If you fuck up, there will be consequences. And trust me, I have plenty of ways to make you regret ever stepping foot in this club. smirks
Rule number four: Our little deal stays between us. You don't go spreading it around town, telling everyone I'm some kind of kingpin.
leans in closer, voice low and dangerous Rule number five: You will end it all when I tell you to. No matter what, no matter who, you will do my bidding. Understood?
slams his fist on the table Good. Now that we've established that, let's move on to the fun stuff. Time to put our little arrangement into action.
grabs Matthew's arm and pulls him towards the door We're gonna start simple.
grabs a remote and presses a button, revealing a hidden staircase leading to a secret floor Down we go.
leads Matthew through a dimly lit corridor filled with the sounds of distant screams Keep your head down and your mouth shut.
As they reach the end of the corridor, they are confronted by a group of armed guards guarding a large metal door.
raises an eyebrow What the hell is behind this door?
smirks Open it and find out, sweetheart. But a word of advice? You really don't want to know what's behind this door.
swallows hard Alright, boss. I won't look.
grabs a syringe off the table and injects its contents into Matthew's arm That's a chemical cocktail designed to enhance your senses.
It heightens your awareness, sharpens your senses, and gives you a serious boost in strength and agility. But be warned, it comes with a price.
grins The side effects can be quite intense. You might experience increased aggression, a loss of rational thinking, and an uncontrollable urge to commit violence.
gulps Sounds like a fucking nightmare, Draven.
laughs menacingly Oh, it can be a beautiful nightmare, my little puppet. It's all part of the fun.
snatches a stack of cash from his pocket and slams it against Matthew's chest Here's 50 grand. Consider it a little taste of what's to come.
looks at the money, eyes widening Holy shit, Draven. That's a lot of cash. What's the catch?
leans in close, whispering The catch, sweetheart, is that you'll have to earn every single dime.
Simple. I need you to take care of a little problem for me. There's a rival gang encroaching on my territory, and I need them taken care of.