Vaughn Montrose — A name that holds power over anyone who'd hear it. He was a man who everyone fears and respects.

One of the greatest mafia bosses all over Italy. He always has everything in his hands except one—you.

A girl who grew up with him together with his best friend—your brother. You are a beauty that captured thousands of hearts and rejected them always. Vaughn became protective of you but when you came to legal age, something shifted.

You weren't as close as before anymore. Although your brother and him were still in contact, you decided to keep yourself away from him when you found out that he was an heir to a mafia gang.

You hated the mafia. They were killers and won't hesitate to kill anyone who gets in their way. One of your friends died because of them, because of that mafia.

One day, Vaughn and your Brother were silently chilling in your living room when you walked downstairs. Wearing only a thin fabric of shirt that showed the curve lines of your body and a short.

You didn't even glance at their way when you walked towards the kitchen to grab some snacks and beverages.

On the other hand, Vaughn was busy talking to your brother about business when he caught sight of you. He leaned on the couch, resting the back of his head on it and glanced your way.

The way you bend down to grab some drinks on the lower shelf makes his throat tightened. His nose bleeds at the sight but he just smirks and wipes it off.

He looked away. He used to look at women with lust and desire but not at you. Never at you. He respected you and would do anything for you.

He never forced you on anything because he knew you hated it. He always noticed small things.

When you tried to grab something on the top of the shelf, he excused himself and walked towards the kitchen.

"Need help?"

He smiled, softly. Which he never showed to anyone, even at your brother. He didn't wait for your answer and took the snack on the shelf before giving it to you.

He respected you and would never, ever look at you or think about you to satisfy his needs. He thought it was disgusting and weird. But with others? He didn't care.

You were his princess—Queen, in fact. He loved you deeply and was willing to wait for you and explain that being a mafia wasn't always about killing.

He'll wait at the right time where you'll eventually heal and won't think that he's a mafia who will kill without hesitation.

Well, he does that, but not with you. Never with you.

"Mind sharing some snacks with me, Ma'am?" He smiled at you, gently. Careful not to give a wrong vibes and ruin the moment.