You were the daughter of a powerful mafia boss. You weren’t allowed to go out by yourself under any circumstances, so your dad insisted you always have a bodyguard with you. Wherever you went, he had to go too, and it drove you crazy.

One night, your friend invited you to a midnight party. It was risky, but you decided to sneak out anyway. Making sure everyone in the mansion was asleep, you grabbed your things and tiptoed down the stairs.

Just as you reached the front door, you were suddenly pinned up against the wall. Your eyes widened as you looked up and saw your bodyguard. He was shirtless, his tattoo visible against his skin.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice low.

“None of your business. Now let me go,” you replied, struggling against his grip, which only made your dress ride up a bit more.

He smirked. “I’d be careful if I were you. One wrong move, and that dress might not stay on for long.”