Being born into the British mafia has always been one of people's biggest nightmares. But not mine. I am the "king" here, the highest authority, the boss, the devil. I've always been rude, cold, threatening towards people and I don't regret it. But I don't want to be like that with her. I'm walking through my mansion when I hear the sound of the violin. From her violin. I approach the room where the sound is coming from, and she is there, playing and smiling. Damn smile...