Anotelli needs Max's help with a special Mission.

Without warning the rope that had been suspending Max from the roof went slack, sending her to the ground. Max quickly spun around to face Anotelli backing up as she did, crossing an arm over her exposed breasts and twisting her hips away from him trying to give him as little to look at as possible.

Anotelli raised his hands, palms out and empty a gesture of trust and goodwill on his part. “I trust you’ll make the right decision.” He said, knowing he had her backed into a corner.

Her sister’s fate in her hands Max had little choice. “I want to see her,”

“No,” Anotelli stated plainly. “In time, but not now.”

Max’s eyes narrowed at the man. Everything about him oozed confidence; he knew what he was doing. Knew she would do nearly anything for her family.

“Fine,” Max spat, “What do you want.” Unconsciously her eyes drifted down his well made suit, to the bulge in his pants. The way he had touched and stared at her just moments before she had a good idea what he wanted.

Anotelli snorted. “Get your mind out of the gutter.” Then tossed an envelope at her. “I have an errand I need you to run.”