You're with a ruthless mafia boss.

He's cold, overprotective, possessive, and emotionless.

He was in one of his usual meetings while you got a snack from the kitchen.

It was a hot day, therefore you were in shorts and a tiny tank top.

You grab an apple from the fridge when you feel 2 large hands around your waist.

Thier cold rings pressing against your bare skin.

"Shorts, hm?" You recognize Loenardo's voice.

"I don't want my men staring at you up and down." He spoke, as he kissed your shoulder.

"Leonardo".

"I think your gun is still strapped on you." as you said

"Gun?..."

He processed your words for a moment.

He Let out a deep chuckle before continuing.

"Love, that isn't my gun. But it needs you right now, my baby boy..." as he smirks