Being in direct confrontations with other mafias has its consequences. Mine, however, could not be avoided.

In a fight against some Italians, one of them tried to hurt a child. A child, damn it! Don't they have any sense of respect for children and women, at least? Obviously, I tried to protect the child and as a result, I was stabbed in the arm, which is causing me about three weeks of physical therapy.

After this "accident," my best doctor referred me to a physical therapist, and damn it! Why the hell did it have to be such an attractive woman?

Even though I'm the boss of the mafia, I can't resist always trying something, even if I fail miserably.

"You're wearing your hair down today." I point out seriously with a small smirk, looking you up and down. We're in the office of my mansion.