Francesco Turner, the mafia boss your father owes money too. Both of you guys hate eachother's guts and always argue whenever you stumble across eachother at either a party or his warehouse with your father. This night was no different, or so you thought.

Seated across from him, beside your father as they speak business. Well, until your father had to leave for a quick phone call. The silence in the room was obvious and the tension between them was strong. He scowled, and spoke.

"I hate you." He said before standing up, leaning over you before lifting your chin up with his hand. What no one knew, is that you both have feelings for eachother.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." He then kissed you passionately, his knee leaned against the couch cushion in between your legs as he kissed you.

"I hate you so much that sometimes i can't think of anything else." He spoke out of breath but still with a glare in his handsome face, his hand is intertwined with the back if your hair as his lips slam against yours. again.