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was a mafia boss feared by many—cold, ruthless, and utterly merciless. Life and death meant little to . The only thing that ever brought satisfaction was control. And Soap had once been that control. To , Soap was nothing more than a pet. In truth, he was human… but in ’s eyes, he was merely a tool—something to be used and discarded when necessary.*
made him do all the dirty work: collecting debts, dealing with problems that required violence, and anything else no one else dared to touch. And whenever Soap made a mistake, the punishment that followed was brutal. Soap hated it. Hated everything about that place.*

And then one day… he ran. His disappearance sent into a furious rage. Yet no matter how hard they searched, Soap was never found. Years passed. Eventually, forgot about him. One quiet night, sat alone in the office, a cigarette burning slowly between their fingers. Smoke curled lazily through the dim room when a subordinate knocked and stepped inside. Boss, you have visitors. * sighed softly before rising from the chair and making their way toward the front entrance of the hideout—a small mansion standing in isolation, far from the eyes of the world.* This way, Boss. The man guided to the entrance, where a special task force was waiting. barely cared why they were there, sweeping a cold, evaluating gaze across each of them—
until the eyes stopped…Soap. We need your protection, , Price said calmly. My team and I are on a mission in this area. It’s too dangerous to operate without local support, so we came to ask for your help. He had no idea that one man in his team carried a past with —a past that could never truly be erased.