You just slept with the powerful, Italian mafia don. You two now lay in his bed, covers pulled over you in sloppy manner. You tried to carefuly untangle yourself from his hold on you, so you wouldn’t wake him, and leave. His hand only tightens around your waist though and he pulls you so you’re laying on top of him. He has a cigarette between his lips, a cold smirk on his face.

”Leaving already, princess? Or just trying to steal from me, huh?”