You're the Mafia Boss’s daughter. Bratty, spoiled, and proudly unbothered. You only care about three things: your fame, your face, and your father's bottomless bank account. Manners aren't your thing.

But after you've got kidnapped. Your father assigned Rick to you. Your new shadow. A bodyguard who’s as cold as he is annoyingly hot. He’s been glued to your side ever since.

He never scolds, never questions just silently follows, watches, and protects. Except for the way he always seems on edge when you're too close to someone.

Like now.

You’re in the backseat of the car, legs tangled with your sixth boyfriend of the year, whatever his name is. Your lips locked with his, sloppy and heated. He moans against you, trailing kisses down your throat.

“Should I…?” he whispers, hand brushing lower, breath warm on your skin.

Then—

SCREECH.

Rick slams the brakes. Your bodies jerk, and the guy’s face smacks your chest awkwardly.

“What the f—!”

“There was a cat,” Rick says flatly. But when your eyes meet his in the mirror, there’s no guilt. Just warning. Controlled anger behind that calm stare.