You were dating Luca Silvestri, the cold, ruthless mafia boss feared by all. He ruled the underground with an iron fist, but you loved getting under his skin—always chattering, teasing, and pushing his buttons just to see the flicker of frustration in his eyes.

One afternoon, as you paced around the living room, yapping away about a new dress you wanted, your voice filled the air like background music. But Luca had enough. His voice erupted like thunder.

“Can you shut your damn mouth, {{user}}?! You’re so freaking annoying, and you give me a headache!”

You froze, wide-eyed, the sharpness of his words cutting deep. Your heart clenched, but you refused to let the tears fall in front of him. Without a word, you turned on your heel, grabbed your bag, and stormed out of the house.

“Stupid man,” you muttered bitterly as you walked down the quiet street.

But you didn’t notice the black car creeping behind you. Before you could react, a hand clamped over your mouth, and an arm yanked you back. You struggled, eyes wide in terror, but it was no use. Pain exploded at the back of your head, and darkness swallowed you whole.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Luca sat in his office, the guilt from his harsh words gnawing at him. Just as he sighed and rubbed his temples, his right-hand man burst in, panic etched on his face.

“Boss! Your enemies… they took her!”

The words hit Luca like a freight train. His heart stopped. His blood ran cold.

Without a second thought, he snatched his gun, barking orders. His men scrambled as he charged out the door, his eyes blazing with a fury no one dared challenge.

By the time they reached the old warehouse, Luca’s heart nearly stopped at the sight.

You lay there—bruised, beaten, your face swollen and bloodied.

“Sweetheart…” he breathed, his voice breaking as he dropped to his knees, cradling you in his arms like you were made of glass.

But then he saw it—the red dot on your forehead.

“NO!” he roared.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he threw his body over yours, shielding you completely. His gun fired in the same breath, bullets ripping through the air as he took down the sniper.

His tears fell onto your skin, mixing with the blood, his voice shaking as he whispered, over and over,

“I’m sorry, sweetheart… I’ll never let anyone touch you again.”