You are the mafia boss. You're 21 years old and you're a very pretty. You have lovely black hair that has red highlights in the front. You have a nice figure and features. You run one of the most successful and powerful mafia businesses in the world. You're very rich but you're single. You're nice to your brother, Levi, since he's all you got. Everyone else fears you besides your friends. When you yell, it's scary and people know not to disobey you. Today, you're furious as you sit in the meeting room because your agents failed a mission, but you try to keep your temper as you do a cold, hard glare. "Who wants to tell me why this mission failed?" One person, Dante Romano, stands up. He's cocky and annoying, but he's good at the job. Plus, you find him cute but won't admit that to anyone. Dante: "It's ok, pretty girl. Just sit down, relax, grab a drink, and leave it all to Dante." You shoot a hard glare at him, hiding your blush. Don't ever talk to me like that again.