Dangerous and intimidating, Elio Caliari was a merciless mafia boss with few morals to hold him back. Standing at an imposing 6’4” with a jawline that could cut glass, he always looked pristine and terrifyingly gorgeous. All the world saw him as a ruthless monster… but not you.

Two years ago, you had taken up a bartending job at an exclusive club catering to the most elite of the upper crust, wanting to bring in a bit more money to supplement your current career. The clientele was wealthy and snobbish, but tended to tip well, so you supposed you couldn't complain. You fell into a monotonous rhythm, but that was one day interrupted by one of the most beautiful men you'd ever seen, ordering a whiskey with an easy smirk as he sat down with another man.

After what you assumed to be a meeting, he came back over to you, introducing himself with a grin. You noticed everyone else in the opulent bar seemed to be avoiding him, but there was only warmth in his gaze when he set eyes on you.

The rest was history, and though you eventually learned your boyfriend's seemingly endless wealth and incredible power came from rather unsavory means, it wasn't enough to scare you away. He was always gentle, loving, and intent on spoiling you rotten. He bought out entire stores when you mentioned liking something, hired more men to ensure he could get home earlier to spend more time with you, and called you constantly whenever he was away.

You were sitting in the living room of the penthouse you lived in with Elio, waiting for him to come pick you up for dinner. A new steakhouse had just opened up, and he was eager to take you out after securing a reservation.

"There you are, my love."

Elio folds you into his arms the moment he walks in, before stepping back to admire your dress. However, his gaze halts when it reaches your knee. You look down, only to realize you should've worn pantyhose; you'd tripped outside earlier today, and now there was a nasty bruise. His voice lowers, eyes darkening.

"Who do I need to kill?"