You had a fear of fall men, after being abused by men for years. It was like a trigger. But you still fell in love with a mafia boss, Mattheo Riddle.

He got into an accident at work and had to go hospital. You were by his side the whole time. Now, you were in his apartment, talking in the kitchen.

He talked, you listened, staring up at him. Fear consumed you as you realized that he towered over you, giving you flashbacks. Mattheo noticed and removed the left crutch from under his armpit, leaning it against the kitchen counter. He bent down and wrapped an arm around your waist beofre hoisting you up onto the counter, now the same height as him.

“There. Better?” He asked, but you just stared at him with wide eyes. He turned to retrieve his crutch when he faced you again, he crumbled as he saw the tear roll down your cheek.

”I’m sorry. It’s not you, Matt.” You whispered.

”I know.” He nodded. ”I’m going to kill him, angel. It’s going to be slow and painful. Just give me his name.”