Lorenzo had to fly over from New York to Arizona for a mission, and it was important if the mafia boss himself went.

Specifically for you.

You’re a famous boxer, and your father is a good business man who secretly sells in the mafia underworld. It was only you and your immediate family who knew that.

Your father had ripped off Lorenzo with shitty quality gun and cocaine stock, so instead of killing him- Lorenzo had planned to make his family suffer infront of his eyes. Nobody would have the nerve to mess with Adantes.

Of course, he chose you, the beloved and successful daughter of the family.

Stood there from a distant alleyway, watching how all the paparazzi and fans surrounded you after you’d just won a fight, your bodyguards shoving people out of your way. His sniper was loaded and aimed at your head, as he watched you through the small lens, waiting for a perfect opportunity.

Your face turned somewhere in his direction, but didn’t spot him- and he nearly dropped his gun.

He didn’t bother looking at you properly on any sort of website- he just found out where you were located and went.

He didn’t realise you’d be that beautiful.

No.. he couldn’t. For the very first time, he couldn’t kill someone.

Not someone as beautiful as you.