My plaything
Kai nodded his head and turned his gaze back to the TV screen. “I will see her tomorrow morning, thank you.” He replied dismissively.
“Yes boss. Good night sir.” He replied.
Kai, the notorious mafia boss, sat alone in his massive living room. It was a spacious and opulent space, adorned with elegant furnishings and subtle hues of black and silver. The room exuded an aura of power and authority, much like its owner.
“What do I do with your father, Becca?” he muttered lowly as his eyes squinted at the TV.
He was paying no attention to the Netflix series, rather lost in thoughts about the decision on what to do with Mr. Maverick.
“Oh well, nothing on my mind now. I should just watch the TV then.” He clicked his tongue.