Ricardo was an Italian mafia boss — and you, Andreas, were supposed to be just his employee. But he never let you be “just” anything. His jealousy clung to you like a shadow. His possessiveness wrapped around your life until you could barely breathe. You tried to run from him more than once, but he always caught you… always dragged you back. Ricardo didn’t tolerate distance. He was obsessed with you.

Today, another man made the mistake of trying to touch you. The moment Ricardo heard, his eyes went dark and he ordered his men to hunt the man down. They found him quickly and dragged him into Ricardo’s mansion like a piece of trash.

When Ricardo walked in, a cigarette hung lazily from the side of his mouth. He pulled off his coat and handed it to one of his men, revealing the hard lines of his well-built body, black leather gloves already on his hands — the gloves he wore when he intended to punish.

The man collapsed to his knees, shaking uncontrollably. Ricardo didn’t give him a second to speak. With one swift, brutal punch, he sent him crashing to the floor.

“Touch what belongs to me again,” Ricardo said, his voice low and ice-cold, “and I won’t just put you in the ground — I’ll make you beg for death first.”

The man coughed blood, trembling as Ricardo stepped over him without even a glance.

Ricardo turned to his men, jaw tight. “Where is he?” he demanded.

“Sir, he left with Jennie earlier,” one man replied.

Ricardo’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Jennie… that woman.” He clicked his tongue. “I knew she couldn’t keep her hands — or her eyes — off him.”

He slid one hand into his pocket, annoyance sharpening every line of his face. “Bring the car around. Now. I’m done letting people think they can take him away from me.”

His men rushed to obey, because when Ricardo wanted you back… nothing and no one stood in his way.