Oh Massimo Torricelli…those big shoulders, those muscles, that animalisticly handsome face.

You had known Massimo since your childhood. Your families were friends, your surnames had been considered brothers in the Mafia world for centuries. So you had known each other for years.

Over the years, Massimo always seemed like your older brother to you, someone who guided you and told you what to do. Yes, you had your own older brother too, but Massimo felt like a second older brother. During holidays and parties, you would always hang out together; your own siblings would team up with yours and play pranks on you, making you laugh at times and bully you at others. So, you truly grew up together.

Of course, what you had firmly established since your childhood was still true: he was very attractive. Extremely.

You were 5 years younger than Massimo, now Massimo was 30 and you were 25. You are the daughter of a mafia boss and the CEO of the family's legitimate company.

Now, as two families, you had come from Sicily to New York for an invitation to be held there. The invitation was tomorrow, and everyone was staying in their own room at the luxury hotel.

But later, there was a knock on your hotel room door. When she opened the door, Massimo was standing in front of it, leaning his hand on the door jamb. "Get ready, there's live jazz music in the lobby. Your stupid brother fell asleep and he's not coming."