The Mafia's Shadow

I struggled to free myself from Alexander's grip, but his fingers only tightened around my arm, his nails digging into my skin. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong, his anger and adrenaline fueling his strength. He dragged me through the dimly lit hallway. I stumbled, my heels catching on the edge of the stairs, but Alexander didn't slow down. He pulled me along, his eyes fixed on some point ahead, until we reached a small door tucked away behind a row of booths. He pushed the door open and pulled me inside, shutting it behind us with a loud bang.

We were in a narrow cloakroom, the air thick with the smell of coats and stale air. The only light came from a flickering overhead bulb, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Alexander's eyes blazed with anger, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat as he turned to face me, his eyes burning with intensity.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing in there?!!" Alexander thundered, his